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.

In the heart of the desolate wastelands, the sky turned crimson. The sun hid behind clouds of ash, and the winds carried the stench of forgotten wars. Evelyn walked forward, cloaked in silence, Lucien by her side, and behind them… the shadows of a rising army.


The ancient throne sat atop a hill of skulls—carved from the remains of traitors, kings, and forgotten beasts. It pulsed, alive with ancient power. Few dared approach it. Fewer lived to tell what it whispered.


She climbed the steps barefoot, leaving behind traces of blood, each step echoing across the realm. When she reached the top, she did not sit.


"By right of blood, fire, and betrayal… I claim what was denied."


Lilora stood in front of her growing army, eyes burning with hatred.


"She thinks a few glowing veins make her a queen?"


One of her generals knelt. "Her forces grow daily. Even the dead are listening."


"Then we bury her before they kneel," Lilora snarled. "Ready the Soul Piercers."


Lucien placed a hand on the throne beside Evelyn. It trembled beneath his palm, ancient voices whispering in a tongue older than time.


"She's changing you," one voice hissed.


He looked at her—no longer just a girl. No longer just his bride. She was fire and vengeance. And he... he was becoming whole.


From beneath the hill of bones, something stirred.


"The Beast…" Evelyn whispered. "It's waking."


Far above, in the realm where gods feared to tread, a rift split open across the constellations. Light poured through, searing and divine.


The council of Ancients watched in horror.


"She's not just reclaiming the throne," said one. "She's rewriting the prophecy."


And from the void, a single name echoed—


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Chapter 63 - Episode 60 The Throne Of Bones