The Devils Bride Novels & Stories

James' fingers curled into a fist, dark veins threatening to rip out, but she was too consumed in Drexton's present to notice. Her parents were seething beneath their breath, and for the first time, she's thanking them. The wedding decorations and excessive media were all in her favor. The world is watching, and that way they'd watch her get claimed by the devil in a suit. The devil has come to get his bride. The bouquet fell from her hands onto the floor. She didn't notice, and crushed them with her heels, taking slow steps towards the man that only her eyes could see at the moment.

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 got dragged into the Ghost Bride dungeon and ended up with a completely useless Devotion System. At first, I planned to stick close to the experienced players and let them carry me. Instead, they tossed me straight to the ghosts. Right then, the Devotion System issued a mission: [Please choose a target to pursue. Failure to do so will result in immediate elimination.] With no other choice, I lunged forward and wrapped my arms around the blood-covered ghost bride. Crying at the top of my lungs, I shouted, "Dear, why did it take you so long to get here? I've been searching everywhere for you!"

" You, I said immediately, answering her question. Wait, what, how is that even possible, I don't want something as huge as this, I don't deserve it, she said halting in her walk. " It's your dowry wife, and trust me, you deserve every bit of it, you're my Luna Fenrir, my wife, and my soulmate, I just haven't figured out the perfect wedding ceremony Fenrir, trust me, I'll love you for eternity," I said locking my gaze with her hazel eyes as they welled up with tears. " Ssshh, shed no tears Fenrir, no one is allowed to make you cry, not even me," I said, wiping off the trickle of tears that had fallen from her face.

Still, Yara didn't cry. "I see, huh?" Damian whispered between kisses, his tone low and dangerous. "You think by being this strong, you can beat me? No one can fight Damian Devatra. Not even you." Yara let out a short breath, the blood on her lips starting to flow faster, but she looked at Damian with hateful eyes. "You will not win, Damian. Hurting me like this only shows how weak you are. A real man doesn't need to torture to feel powerful."

Eva chipped in and Bryce stared at her with a dangerous frown. "The devil I know?" Bryce repeated the words. "Why would I want to marry a devil I know? When there is an Angel?" he asked. "I don't ...." Eva began and Bryce silenced her with a raised finger. "Bryce, stop this nonsense now, if not I will make that call for you to be cut off," Devon threatened. "It's funny you are still saying that for the past 20 minutes and yet you have not made any call," Bryce said. "I see you want me to cut you off. I will grant your request," Devon said and shifted his gaze to his phone.

It all began when the devil was first sent out of the heavens. He had wandered on earth in loneliness until he found a human woman who loved and accepted him the way he was. She was bonded to him, and she hoped that he'd turn away from his evil ways, but it wasn't easy to get the devil to turn a new leaf. He went on with his deceitful behavior, and the woman left him when she couldn't take it anymore. She eloped with a human male, but she discovered that she was pregnant with the devil's son. She tried everything to terminate the pregnancy, but it didn't work out well for her, and when she finally had the baby, she threw him into the forest, hoping he'd die there. But, the devil found his so

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?”

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.

The call trails off and Adrian continues gaming on his console while Lena gets dressed and prepares for her training. Meanwhile in the abyss, loud gargling and growling of demons can be heard from ever angle. A very handsome man sits on a red throne with long flowing hair. He has perfect golden hair on his chin as he strokes his beards. He has five servants that stand behind him with perfect sync. They dress in ancient, medieval dresses that entails that they have lived for a long and certain period of time. Many low grade demons writhe and snarls as they exhibit uncanny, childish behaviours such as fighting and chasing each other. They come in different appearances such as : Dogs, wolves, h