The Devil's Wedding Night Novels & Stories

My eyes traveled with them. I clapped my palm over my lips to stop muffle the sob that was threatening to break out when I saw the poster that indicated a traditional wedding between the devil himself and some well known chic, standing high and wide by the open entrance of the main building. Yet again, I could not believe my eyes. I was in wonder as to how a human being could be so cruel and unfeeling! He was here getting married while my sister laid in a hospital bed, unconscious and thoroughly assaulted by this demon and his partners.

When I opened my eyes, blood pooled across the floor—but we weren’t cut. And then I saw it. A symbol forming on the ceiling. Blood trickling down to shape a circle— A spiral in the center. I knew what it was. A blood-binding sigil. The same one carved on the grave of Ethan Blackwell’s first bride. “She wants it to happen again,” I murmured. “The wedding night… it never ended for her.” Alika trembled in my arms. And as we turned toward the wall, new writing dripped down— > “YOUR WEDDING NIGHT IS NOT OVER.”

Darkness pressed in from every side. Screams tore through it; raw, desperate, inhuman. A woman’s voice rose above the chaos, shaking with terror. “There… there she is. Kill her. Kill her and the baby. They must not survive.” Shadows rippled. Something stepped forward; massive, horned, wrong. A demon. Its claws glinted like obsidian blades as it reached for the pregnant woman. “No—please—” The plea ended in a wet, sickening sound as the demon tore her open. Blood spilled like a river. A cry pierced the air; thin, fragile, defiant. The demon leaned close, its breath cold as winter.

“Now you’ll secure mine with obedience.” I laughed—sharp, ugly, hysterical. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me dad? Is this my punishment?” “I’m correcting a mistake,” he said. “Be ready. The wedding takes place in a month.” He walked out. The door shut. And silence filled the room. I stood there shaking, nails digging crescents into my palms. I came home to escape one hell… and walked straight into a worse one. I’d rather set myself on fire than let Matteo Moretti touch me in that church.

I would not imagine being in an environment where I am befriended by the devils and if I would have attempted to imagine then it would be more terrifying. Unknowingly the true love of my life Imani; I call her my black beauty had been used to staying and living with the devil characters. He knew their does and donts and it was now about five years since he got married in a shadow wedding. I had missed everything on her. Not the kisses, not the tight hugs, and even our intimacy.

Devin's Pov This was it. The big day. Her beauty struck me like sunlight breaking through stained glass, scattering colors across the chapel walls. Every breath she took felt like proof of divinity, every step toward me a hymn. At that moment, I believed she was mine forever. The priest’s voice carried like a melody, each word settling with goodwill. “Do you, Devin Blackwell, take Stella Hale to be your lawfully wedded wife…”

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.

Gideon’s blood was soaking into the hem of my wedding dress where I knelt. “It’s just the beginning,” Devon said softly. The promise in his voice made my skin crawl. I rose on shaky legs. Every step toward him felt like walking into my own grave. I had to step over Gideon’s corpse—my silk slipper squelching slightly in the spreading pool of blood. The metallic scent filled my nose. I joined Devon at the altar, trembling. He signaled the officiant, who looked ready to faint. The words began. “Do you, Devon Cole Warner, take Irene Evelyn Harvey as your mate and wife under pack law and moon binding?”

My hand stayed frozen at my side. Cael raised one eyebrow, looking mildly amused. “Why would I want to kill my newly wedded wife on the first morning?” My mouth went dry. “What the hell are you talking about?” He nodded toward my left hand. “Look.” I lifted my hand slowly. The silver wedding band gleamed under the kitchen light. Everything came rushing back in one very sick, overwhelming wave. The bar. Spilling his drink. Telling him about Marcus and Nadia. The 24-hour chapel with its cheap neon lights and a sleepy officiant. Me saying “I do” like a crazy person.

She said with a big smile as if she's thrilled to come here "Prepare me for the night?" I asked rhetorically with a furrowed brow. My eyes widened in shock when the realization hit me hard. She wanted to prepare for the night. I am already married to their Alpha and the worst part is that we are even mates. I have forgotten about the wedding night. Will he deflower me tonight? That devil. No that must not be. I must not let that devil have me. What if I got pregnant after tonight? Will I be carrying his child? Will I carry the child of a devil? No, that must not happen. I must not let him take advantage of me tonight. I would rather die than let him have him.