Demonic Contracts Novels & Stories

"Have you not heard? We aren’t to be trusted." She shuddered but remained strong. "Then I won’t release you." The demon stood up straight, pondering for a moment, its eyes blazing down at her. "There is one thing I can think of that might give you the assurance you so desire. Though, if you’re trying to trick me, it won’t bode well for you.” She didn’t like the sound of that, but what choice did she have? “What is it?” “A demon's pact. An agreement sealed in the Magic's of old that cannot be broken. You give me something and I give something in return. Should either fail to uphold their end of the deal, the magic shall take from them that which they bargained for."

I answered while tapping my desk with my fingers. "I need more strength, I am still weak. That Asher was able to injure me," he raged on, his tar-like body constantly changing shapes like an overgrown black amoeba. "Why don't you devour the bodies and souls of all my warriors and assassins that are being killed in battle, and regain your strength after we sign the contract?" I offered, taking out the contract I had prepared beforehand and placing it in front of the demon. He grunted out what seemed like a hollow laugh, it was guttural and grating to the ears.

“CONTRACT WYTH INCUBI: Should a Mortal woman desyre sexual power over men, she may bind herself to an Incubus. This, however, is duly advysed against, being altogether foolysh. A Mark is placed upon her, and the Incubus partially feeds off the sexual enyrgies derived from congress. But that is not the onlie thing he feeds off of. The Mortal in qwestion will begin to find herself divorced from realitie as the Incubus drains her of her life force. If the contract with the daemon is not ended and he is not banished in due time, the Mortal may enter grave peril. Improper banishment can result in a vengefyl daemon.” Vengefyl daemon? More like cold-blooded psycho killer. I stared out, upon

“Well as far as I can tell there does not seem to be any similarities in his work so a single ritual would be useless for this. We may have to just accept our losses and just destroy those we can’t save. Poisoned blood, body part swapping, removing parts of the soul. He’s all but tried to bring back demon souls and using these things as their physical vessels.” “I highly doubt with this contract that any self-respecting demon would deal with him. Hey, wait a minute here’s something I missed in the first go around. Look here. These are actual dates but I can’t make out what comes after them, but I think they are in the not so distant future. Could these be his idea for when he would attac

"Yes, sir, what is it about?" "I need a marriage contract," I said. "The kind that will offer my wife everything she wants, and in return she'll do everything I say. A contract for just a year. Make sure it's ready before the close of the day." His expression was one of confusion, but he knew better than to disobey, so he only bowed lightly and left my office. Fulhams, you dare deceive me? Now I will show you why I'm called Gammon Blackwell.

And for reasons he couldn’t quite understand, her retreat stung more than it should. Damon had thought that he had overpowered Luciano by securing contracts ahead of him, little did he know that the contracts he got were all fake. He only realized that, after he had invested a lot of money in the business and it all went missing, he couldn't even reach not even one of the clients. He was furious, realizing that every deal was a scam, a deliberate and elaborated trap to milk him dry.

I had killed the baby and now he could kill em and not give a damn. “That’s not the point,” he roared, his anger breaking through the calm mask he usually wore. “You’ve violated the terms of our contract, Aurora. Do you even understand what you’ve done?” The contract. Always the damn contract. Something in me snapped. Maybe he would maul me, and maybe he would not. I did not care. I needed to leave. I did not know why I had sudden gotten the burst of anger from. The confidence. If he killed me, then there were his chance of ever getting an heir since I was the only person that coudl grant him that wish.

Jackson lamented. "My friend, I really pity the situation that you are in, and trust me when I say this, I have tried looking for ways to help you multiple times but I keep failing woefully. Maybe we should report this to the cops. It's high time they stepped in." Holly suggested worriedly. "They can't. My mum signed a contract with her in her right state of mind and that's all." Jackson answered drunkenly. Holly's blood boiled after he heard that. "Your mum signed a contract with her? Seriously? When was this?" Holly asked him angrily.

"It's just that money doesn't spring from gardens Joshua, understand that, of the 10 million of that contracts, there's already a little more than half of it left and I haven't even married Harry yet, if he decides to break the contract, I'll go to jail for scamming." "Don't say stupid things, you know what the plan is, Harry is going to go to the grave, a man like him shouldn't be in this world with his deformity, I imagine you have already started to seduce him" Diane could not believe the words she was hearing, she had been a rebellious person who went against all the rules, but far from being someone mean and above all she was capable of discriminating against someone. "No, I haven't, bu