Demonic Contracts Novels & Stories

I added. "Yes. Because they planned to kill you right after. I wonder how you excaped their sight." Denver said. "So why didn't Kyle know it was me when i worked for him?" I asked. "You are of good heart. The demon part wasn't able to shine out so even i couldn't find you. They made that blood contract thing so they would be able to find you. If that demon part of you is triggered then your blood will turn black on the contract and you will be tracked down. Luckily for you, Your mother was the on who signed you off so it's her blood he has." Denver said.

"C'mon now, I'm trying to level down here you are one of my finest creations and you've been collecting the most number of souls in the past centuries. Don't tell me you're losing your touch?" "They don't call me the all-mighty Supreme Being Contractor for nothing," I self-proclaimed. Well, maybe I made up some of those words so I would look cooler than I already am, and additional self-praise is not such a bad thing. I force myself with a fake smile and hand him over the contract. "You know how this works, signed here and we've got ourselves a deal." I took out my dagger to make a small cut on his index finger, so he could sign the contract using his blood, but he is the Devil so he uses hi

I was afraid of what I must hear next, "Witches who practice the ancient arts are in contracts with demons. Everything demons do, they ask the sacrifices, like life force, youth, and strength; they feed off you. That ritual was experimental. There are no records that depict how you wake a Hibernating Supreme Alpha—" "Are you saying when they were slaughtering me in a monument because they were 'experimenting'?" My temper flared as my fear faced the volatile state I had landed in. I scoffed, trying to reign in the emotions knocking on just past my eyelids."So I was just a collateral?"

That’s why they also know the basics of how magic works such as the incantation, the preparation one needs to do in order to safely initiate the magic contract, and also the demonic pact that is more severe than the magical contract. All of the things that had happened to him, the contract that was made with only an action that indicated the acceptance from the other party like he did when he tried to move out of the tent back then. That action alone needs preparation time such as the magic circle and the fuel for such a magic circle that comes with it, let alone the incantation that he hadn’t seen Zhu Wushang utter a single line of incantation.

His implication was that two billion dollars was the highest he could offer. She didn't need to read the contract to know what it was all about. It was a contract she had rejected merely a day ago and here it was before her again. It was almost as though the man was a phantom, haunting her for as long she did not give in to whatever it wanted.

“I didn’t see anything.” A lie. A terrible one. Because Damien Blackwood looked like the kind of man who noticed lies immediately. The corner of his mouth moved slightly. Not quite a smile. Something darker. Behind him, the injured man groaned weakly. Amara fought the urge to look. “Please,” she whispered. “I won’t say anything.” Damien studied her silently for a long moment. Then he said the words that would destroy her life completely. “Unfortunately,” he murmured softly, “I believe you.” 🖤

The office felt suddenly much smaller, the slowburn tension finally catching a spark. "Besides," he whispered, his eyes dark and possessive as they dropped to her lips. "I’m paying for your time, Khione. That means you’re the only one I want to see on those billboards. Why would I waste my money looking at anyone else?" Xielle felt her heart skip a beat, the 20k deal suddenly feeling like the most dangerous contract she had ever signed. Zeke didn't pull away; he just sat there, inches from her, watching the way her breath hitched.

"Well, I’m guessing you won't be needing your old pharmacy job anymore. The job I have for you tonight is enough to pay your mum's bills, clear your debts to me, and leave you with enough to live like a queen for years." "I’m guessing it’s very dangerous then," Freya said, her suspicion growing. "Not too dangerous," Mr. Grant replied, pulling out a file full of photos. "Miss Freya, I present to you: The Seduction Contract." "What does that even mean?" "All you need to do is pretend to be someone and get something I need," he said, spreading out photos of a young man. He was striking - handsome, but with eyes that looked like they had seen too much blood. "This is Darlington Knight. The most