The Devil's Wedding Night Novels & Stories

For the first time in history, devils and angels gathered in one place. The Devil’s Fortress shimmered under moonlight pouring through stained glass windows, casting an ethereal glow over the grand wedding venue. Guests stepped inside and paused, awestruck by the breathtaking sight. The entire hall was adorned with striking black and white flowers, demonic symbols subtly woven into the architecture, and a long silver aisle lined with burning candles. Alpha Magnus stood proudly with a glass of wine in hand, his chest puffed with unmistakable pride. His gaze met King Evran’s at the same moment, both fathers sharing a rare, silent understanding as they looked toward Caelus and the Heavenly Empe

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

That man was too sexy to handle lying naked on the bed staring at her intensely. And the Black Vibrator… Oh God! She pinched her eyes. He is into those sinful ways… “You are the first bride in history who let out many screams on a single night. Wedding night to be precise. But the screams are not out of pleasure but fear.” He mentioned looking at her body, gazing into her cleavage as the few buttons of his white shirt were open giving him the perfect view of her milky soft skin. He shook his head slightly and beckoned her with his free hand to get close, “Come here!”

"You read my diary? That's my personal property! And I don't need a wedding dress, especially not with you." David just laughed. "Then what will you wear at the wedding? Your pink polka dot nightie?" he asked mockingly. Anna glared at him. "You saw my picture too? You're not only a devil, but also a pervert." "Listen to me, Anna," David said sternly. "We are only getting married to keep each other safe. Don't think for a second that we will be a real couple."

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

“Oh, come now. Maybe the little bride fought back. Or maybe something more interesting crawled in through the balcony. We all know how careful we must be with devils in the family.” Darius’s muscles tensed above me. I could feel the heat of his skin through his open tunic, the rapid beat of his heart against my chest. “Call me devil one more time, Seraphina, and I’ll make sure Father hears how you enjoy spreading poison in his own house.” Her smile faltered for half a second, but she recovered fast. “Threats already? On your wedding night? How romantic.” I couldn’t stay silent anymore. My voice came out shaky but clear. “Leave us alone. We’ve done what was required. The alliance stands.”

The seconds ticked by, neither the devil moved his gaze from me, and neither did I move my body a bit. I was starting to panic just then the devil spoke first, breaking all my fears. “Ella, wake up. You need to eat something.” I sighed in relief and thanked God in my heart. I didn’t get caught by him. I opened my eyes acting like I was deeply asleep, I faked a yawn and then blinked my eyes looking at him. “Tonight our wedding will be held, eat something and then get ready,” He said and that completely took me aback. “W..H..A..T?”I stuttered, surprised.

Killian positioned to hit her but Melena quickly stop him. “That is your sister, Killian!” Devon looked at her reflection in her mirror. She hates the girl who looks at back at her. The wedding pushed through as she has expected. But unlike the very first one, there is no Ariane or Daemon to save her. When the priest pronounced they are husband and wife in front of the less than fifty guests they have, Devon literally felt her heart sank to the bottom of her stomach. The ring on her finger felt so heavy. Joffrey leaned down on her lips to kiss her but she moved in disgust so it landed on her cheek. She saw his lips thinned in annoyance but she doesn’t care anymore. She was just too busy plan

I hated and was even jealous of her and although for some reason, she gradually became more and more mediocre as we grew older while I managed to outshine her and became the perfect socialite, those feelings had never disappeared. So when I saw the opportunity of getting rid of her for good which at the same time could also make her miserable, I took the chance and tricked her into coming home. Then, I led her to believe that I was being forced to marry Mr Devil which made her to help me 'escape'. She probably had no idea that the moment she did that, she had fell into the trap carefully designed for her, the end of which was that she would have no choice but to marry Mr Devil. The plan hadn

He ran his fingers through his hair as he rolled his eyes. "Marriage? Really?" he whispered. "I did not think that the devil would get married in the land of the living. That's insane." As if something had clicked into her head, Lyra gasped. She ran to get to Derrick's desk and stood right beside his seat. "Dame has a point," she told him. "How are we going to get married when you are literally the devil? Will you get married at a church? Is that possible?" "That's a little disrespectful to the guy up there," Dame commented from the couch. He even looked up to point at the ceiling, making Lyra follow with her eyes.