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.

Lucien caught her just before her head struck the ground, her body convulsing in his arms. Her skin burned like fire—but her veins shimmered with ice.


"Evelyn?!" he shouted, panic cracking through his voice.


They glowed with a faint lilac hue, foreign and cold.


Inside her, Lilora's curse was working fast.


An ancient poison crafted from nightshade, serpent's breath, and darkroot magic. It didn't kill the body—it fractured the soul.


A queen's execution without lifting a sword.


He summoned the shadow steeds, mounting with Evelyn in his arms. The fire mage, Calyx, ran after him.


"She needs soulbind roots! We have to reach the Grove of the Forgotten!"


Lucien didn't answer. He only rode faster—wind slicing past, darkness chasing them like wolves.


Within her unconscious mind, Evelyn wandered.


She stood in a mirror world of frost and fire—where nothing felt real.


"You're strong, child," Lilora purred, circling her. "But not strong enough to wear Seraphhina's crown."


Evelyn spat, "You poisoned me because you fear me."


Lilora's grin widened. "No. I poisoned you because you remind me of her."


Suddenly, the mirror shattered—and Evelyn was left bleeding between the shards of her own reflection.


Ghostly trees bent toward Lucien as he stepped through—each whispering, warning, testing.


Calyx carved deep into the earth, searching for the soulbind root. His hands bled. His voice cracked from chanting.


Lucien held Evelyn close, whispering prayers he had not uttered in centuries.


Calyx didn't hesitate. He crushed the root, mixed it with phoenix ash, and forced it between Evelyn's lips.


"Either it saves her," he said, "or it burns her from the inside."


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Chapter 66 - Episode 63 The Curse In Her Veins