Chained To The Devil Novels & Stories

Kael tackles the split-tongued leader, but the Devourer descends, its jaws wide. I leap, grasping the Shattered Star. The pain is instant. The relic sears my palm, its edges fusing with my flesh. Visions detonate-a star falling, a wolf howling, a crown of light splitting into shadows. The Shattered Star isn't a key. It's a *chain*, forged to bind the Devourer to the First Wolves' will. But the chain is broken. And I'm the lock. I drive the shard into the Devourer's throat.

Maybe he'd be everything I'd feared. But as I looked around the room that had never truly been mine, one thought settled heavily in my chest. No matter what waited for me beyond these walls... It couldn't be worse than the life I was leaving behind. At least, that's what I told myself. I had no idea I was about to walk straight into the devil's world.

He snatches my gun and aims it at me, holding me at gunpoint. He’s grinning as if he’s done a damn good job—wait, maybe it was his job—shit, how could I be so stupid? It was all a plan to lure me out. Shit. No. Double shit. But it’s too late now. I can’t tear my eyes away from the man who stands in front of me. The boss. The Devil. He moves towards me. Slowly. Steadily. Taking his time.

Lucien laughed softly. “Then let her answer this.” His eyes locked on mine. “If mercy is strength, why chain me?” The question was deliberate. Designed to fracture the narrative. I rose to my feet. The hall quieted instinctively. “You are chained,” I said evenly, “because you chose violence over voice.” Lucien tilted his head. “And if I had spoken?” “You would have been heard.” A faint smile curved his lips. “You believe that.” “Yes.” He stepped closer within his confined space.

If he hasn't already determined to make the boy his, the boy's actions now, made him eager to tie the boy to his bed and show him what discipline means. “Sir, we—” “Follow him," He commanded when he entered his car. “Sir, do you need me to kid—” The scorpion started to say, but the devil cut him off. “Follow him," he said in a tight voice. “Okay, sir.” Unbeknownst to Kon who was still fuming in anger at what just transpired between him and the devil, the devil was stalking him. “If only I had kicked him in his dick, I would have been happy.” Kon thought out loud.

I didn’t give a fuck. “Chain them tighter,” I ordered. “I don’t want them slipping into unconsciousness yet.” “Yes, boss,” my man said, moving to obey. I watched as the chains were adjusted, tighter around their wrists, their ankles. No escape. No relief. Satisfied, I turned toward the stairs. My boots thudded against each step as I climbed, my hands still stained with blood. I pushed through the door at the top, the cold air of the hallway a slap against my face.

A shockwave raced across the countryside. It flattened forests. Split rivers. And rose toward the sky. Within the light, a colossal silhouette appeared. A dragon. Larger than any mountain. Its wings stretched from one horizon to the other. It wasn't flying. It was imprisoned. Massive chains of blue crystal wrapped around its body. One chain shattered. The sound echoed across the continent. The Devourer stared at the distant figure. Its confidence vanished completely. "No..." It whispered. "They must never awaken." Far away, another chain broke.

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

Maybe I shouldn’t have signed the contract. I have been sold to the devil.... I brought out my phone to call someone I could talk to . Josh will definitely not pick my calls. I decided to call my best friend. Hey bestie “ Jane yelled In excitement over the phone Jane has always been overly dramatic. “Bestie “ I called in a shaky voice What’s wrong she asked I explained everything I was going through in the hands of Rico, how he treats me like I had no feelings. I’m sorry best” I promise to come see you once I get the chance to .