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 ground beneath the Throne of Bones cracked.


A sound—low, guttural—rolled through the desolate field like thunder rumbling from the belly of the underworld.


Evelyn's eyes stayed locked on the horizon.


Lucien stepped beside her, his sword drawn, though the blade trembled slightly in his grip.


"No," Evelyn said. "It chose to wake for me."


Beneath their feet, the hill of bones began to shift. Skulls rolled down like pebbles. Ribs and femurs folded in on themselves, forming a massive, coiled spiral.


And then… from the center, a claw emerged.


It wasn't just any beast—it was Vrakul, the death-blooded Leviathan.


Once chained by Lucien's father. Now free.


It raised its horned head, its molten eyes locking on Evelyn.


"Do you seek to rule me?" it hissed, its voice splitting the sky.


"I seek no leash," she said. "Only your loyalty."


The beast's breath scorched the earth around her, but she stepped closer, unburned.


Something divine—and terrifying—was happening.


"You wear the scent of Seraphhina…" Vrakul growled.


Evelyn smiled faintly. "And I carry her fury."


Miles away, Lilora watched the vision unfold in her obsidian mirror.


Her advisor, Lord Nethrin, trembled. "We cannot fight her strength, my Queen. We must strike her heart."


Lilora's lips curled into a cruel smile.


That night, under a blackened sky, Lucien stood watching Evelyn sleep. The firelight flickered across her face—soft, calm, dangerous.


She was becoming something more than mortal.


And he—he was torn between pride and fear.


"Would you still love me," he whispered, "if I failed to stop you?"


From the shadows, Evelyn's voice replied—sleepy but sharp.


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Chapter 64 - Episode 61 The Beast Beneath