The Devils Bride Keykirita Novels & Stories

Gildeon watched as the elder vampire's aura dimmed before he deactivated his dragon eyes. “I offer you one last piece of counsel, out of respect for your victory.” Vergilius adjusted his hat one last time. “The sylph with indigo eyes…” “What about him?” “Do not let him find his marked bride.” Gildeon’s brow furrowed. “His what?” “If they reunite,” Vergilius warned, “nothing will stop the Devil he is destined to become. This world, and yours, will fall.” He let out a sharp sigh. “How am I supposed to know who the marked bride is?”

She wanted that kind of life. In Ha glanced back at her hand. "Ah, this is too cute ..." In Ha muttered. She returned to take the black one. She didn't need any extra accessories and this sexy lingerie could be safely hidden underneath her outfit. She stood up, picked up the red devil's lingerie before turning towards her full body mirror. "I prefer the black one." "Aaaaakhh!" In Ha screamed when she heard a male voice. Her hand reflexively hid the item in her hand. Arthur stood behind her holding the doorknob. A small grin hung at the corner of his lips.

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.

“And what happened after? He protected her. Stood over her like she was worth more than the blood you bled. Tell me—did any of you feel protected tonight?” A few heads shook, shoulders stiff with resentment. “Exactly.” Luca leaned forward, his voice low but carrying. “Dante was blinded. And blindness kills quicker than bullets. While he bleeds for her, you bleed for him. And she? She doesn’t even have to lift a knife.” The whispers thickened, heavier now. “She’s cursed.” “A witch.” “Since she came, death follows.” Luca’s smirk deepened. “You want to know what she really is?” He set his glass down with a sharp clink. “She is the Devil’s Bride. And brides… they destroy their grooms.”

“You are my bride now, Kyra. I own you.” Goddess! I've been given out to the devil himself as a bride.

Kiara said as they neared the pack house, her voice hoarse from the tears lodged in her throat. Devon’s grip on the wheel tightened till his knuckles were almost white, but he nodded regardless. Kiara was right, Ketura was a conviving witch. She would use it to their advantage if she sensed they need her more than she needs them. “You are here,” Devon said in a cool voice as he strode in with Kiara, both their faces masked in a feigned coolness. Ketura met Devon’s eyes, and for a brief second she just studied him, waiting for any sign of panic over what she did the second she set foot in there, but there was none, not even in Kiara’s eyes.

Nora introduced Akshara not forgetting her to humiliate. Akshara thought inwardly, “Grooming to impress my Devil? It’s nothing like barmaids making over themselves to attract the drunken men.” Akshara’s eyes landed on every bride and remembered them with their hair colour, she repeated inwardly, “Blonde bride, brunette bride, black bride, red bride and ash bride. Oh, I forget to add one, purple bride, Nora.” Se chuckled and scoffed at them. She voiced inwardly, “My Devil chosen me from hundreds of sexy barmaids by his side. Why should I worry with an insecure feeling? Let’s consider this as a test for Devil to show his sincerity to me.”

With his arms now free, the young man directs his hands to the third beauty still 'sleeping' at his chest, more precisely to her buttocks, grabbing each of her buttcheeks and squishing the supple meat in his hands. "Hmmmm…" Letting a throaty moan, the third beauty opens her eyes and looks up to the young man's face. Her deep purple eyes, that were slowly changing to pink color, expressed just one feeling at that moment, hunger. And not the one for food. Those eyes, combined with her long black hair that was arranged in twin tails, and the bountiful E-cup breasts pressed against the young man's chest, gave her a very devilish beauty. Her name, Serafall Sitri Leviathan, the only female member

Azzura said clearly happy at the fact that she wouldn't have to go live under the same roof as that human she hated so much. Mrs Gaia nodded calmly. “Yes darling you both have to get to the age of rite into passage first before he can take you home as his wife and well” Mrs Gaia said as she paused briefly. But Azzura's curiosity was taken the better part of her as she instantly leaned closer immediately. “Well what is that mom please tell me?” Azzura begged. Mrs Gaia lowered her voice carefully as she looked left and right like she was trying to make sure no one was in the room “you have the right to decide then if you love him still or not but till then”

kaya made a run for it straight through the front door and into the deep forests, she ran as fast as she could and as much as she could till she reached a cliff, panting she looked over the edge, as she cried out for the loss of her parents, the loss of having a child, and the loss of all that she believed in, and it was late into the evening that a howl was heard, it was so strong, so raw, the entire pack if not heard it- felt it in their hearts, through the bond that connected all of them, it was the cry of a broken wolf, a mourning wolf calling out for help, it was so strong that it sent Dante to his knees, he was in the middle of a pack meeting with the warriors and the superiors of the