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.

The wind howled through the ruins as Evelyn stood tall, her blood still warm from battle, her resolve burning brighter than ever.


Lucien struggled to his feet. "She was... my past."


Evelyn turned to him, her eyes unwavering. "And I am your future."


He looked at her, something in his chest tightening—not pain, but awe.


Evelyn stood at the edge of the cliff where ancient rulers once fell. Below, the skeletons of forgotten monsters roamed.


She held her hands out, and the winds obeyed. The earth trembled—not from fear, but from awakening.


A voice echoed in her mind—Seraphhina's.


"A true queen doesn't inherit her power... she claims it."


Evelyn knelt in the ashes of the ruined shrine and whispered a vow.


"I am not just a bride. I am the storm. The shield. The flame."


With each word, the ashes lifted, forming into glowing sigils around her. The same light that once belonged to the Seraphs, now bowed to her will.


The sky cracked open with thunder—not as a warning, but as a welcome.


Lilora's voice rippled through the halls of her rising palace of ice and glass.


"She claims to be queen?" she laughed softly.


"She will kneel. Or I'll tear the heart from her chest and make it my crown."


The shadows around her hissed in agreement.


A single raven landed on her frozen throne, whispering a prophecy too dangerous to speak aloud.


Lucien traced the glowing markings now etched into Evelyn's skin. They pulsed with power—ancient and new.


Lucien smiled faintly. "My father chose the wrong bride."


Evelyn looked him in the eye. "Then let's prove him right to fear me."


Seraphhina stood at the edge of heaven, wind blowing through her silver hair.


"She has accepted the light," Gabriel said. "Do we still stand with her?"


"She's no longer just Evelyn. She's our only hope."


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Chapter 62 - Episode 59 Rise Of The Second Queen