In a world where demons pull the strings from the shadows, an ancient curse binds every firstborn daughter of the royal bloodline to a dreadful fate: to marry the Devil himself—Lucien, the exiled Prince of Hell. For centuries, these brides have disappeared without a trace, swallowed by darkness.

Evelyn Blackthorne, the sharp-witted and fiercely independent daughter of a fallen noble house, is the next to be sacrificed. But Evelyn refuses to surrender. Instead, she strikes a bold deal with Lucien—help her reclaim her family’s honor, and she will accept their cursed union without resistance.

Their alliance begins as a cold, calculated bargain, but as Evelyn uncovers Lucien’s tragic past and the true nature of the curse, their relationship deepens beyond mere convenience. Together, they face deadly enemies: angels determined to annihilate Lucien, ruthless demons vying for his throne, and an ancient prophecy warning that their forbidden love could ignite the destruction of both Heaven and Hell.

In The Devil’s Bride, a tale of dark fantasy and forbidden romance, Evelyn and Lucien must decide what they are willing to sacrifice for love—and for power.

Lilora's heels touched the broken soil of the realm with eerie grace.


Every flower wilted at her steps. Shadows curled in submission.


She didn't look like a monster—she looked divine.


And that was more terrifying than any beast Evelyn had faced.


Lucien stepped in front of Evelyn instinctively, wings spreading. "Stay back."


Lilora's lips curled into a faint, cruel smile. "Lucien… my sweet boy. So much like your father."


Evelyn gripped Lucien's arm. "She's talking to you?"


The First King stepped forward, his voice low and grim. "She is the first bride—the one I tried to forget. The one who birthed the darkness I became."


Lilora tilted her head. "He was never yours, Evelyn. He was mine first."


Angels screamed across the heavens as the black storm reached their gates.


Gabriel, sword in hand, turned to Seraphhina. "It's her. The Queen of the Old Flame."


Seraphhina's face hardened. "If Lilora walks again, the realms will burn twice over."


They summoned the banners of the Seraphic Army. Over fifty thousand winged warriors rose into the crimson clouds.


"She wants her throne back," Seraphhina said. "But she'll have to go through us first."


The flames that had once obeyed Lilora flickered strangely, as if remembering her call.


Azareth, prince of the lower abyss, stared into the fire with narrowed eyes. "I warned the boy. I warned Evelyn."


"She's worse than the First King," his general said.


"No," Azareth replied. "She made the First King."


Lilora's voice rippled through the broken throne room like a song too old to forget.


"You think your little bride can save you, Lucien? That she's strong enough to love what's beneath your skin?"


She took one step forward, and the very air shivered.


"I created that curse. It was my gift to the man who betrayed me."


Evelyn raised her hand. "Then it's only right that I end it."


A sphere of light burst from her palm, but Lilora caught it mid-air—smiling.


"How cute," she whispered. "Trying to fight with love."


But Lilora flicked a single finger—and his body was flung back like a broken doll.


She rushed to him, but Lilora only watched, her eyes gleaming.


"Let's see how much your heart can take before it breaks, dear girl," Lilora said sweetly.


Then she turned, and vanished into a ripple of black flame.


Evelyn took his hand. "Then we get stronger."


"She's not the only queen in this realm anymore."


👑 A new villain rises. But Evelyn's light burns brighter than fate.


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Chapter 61 - Episode 58 The First Bride Returns