Demonic Contracts Novels & Stories

My eyes darted to her tablet, it was a grainy, long-lens photo of a man emerging from a black car. Even in pixels, he commanded the space around him. He was tall,broad-shouldered, black hair and grey eyes. Lucien Alexander. The tabloids called him “The devil.” I looked back at Lina, and shrugged. “So?” I said, a teasing lilt in my voice. “You want to date him?” I gave an eyebrow waggle, knowing full well how ridiculous it was. Dating Lucien Alexander? Impossible. The rumors didn’t just say he was difficult, they said he was the devil’s own son. “Obviously,” I finished, the humor fading into simple fact. “That man is a no-go zone.”

A long-time neutral zone, the place offered secrecy and enough magical shielding to hide bodies, secrets, or worse. He flashed a forged access sigil to the vaultkeeper who seemed to be one of the most humane and forgotten vampires. Known for not causing trouble all his life. The door creaked open. Inside, stacked on metal shelves, were the stolen documents from the hospital explosion not destroyed, just hidden. He knew Mara would have kept a backup. She was too paranoid to let fire be her final play. Dominic rifled through folders: bloodbond contracts, adoption certificates, medical reports on supernatural offspring, manipulation of bloodlines by ancient packs trying to manufacture hybrid he

I feel tears in my eyes as he then says, “It’s okay, you don’t have to if you’re not ready…” I smile. “No, you need to know. You need to know what you… What we will be up against. They went to see a powerful witch and warlock couple. Now she said there wasn’t anything that they could do themselves, but they had a connection to someone that would be able to help them. They agreed, and they met the witch and the warlock in a sacred place where, under the power of a blue moon, they paid their fee. They then combined their powers and summoned a demon before disappearing. The demon then offered them a contract, and as desperate as they were, they agreed and signed the contract.” “What was in that

We left my room and he escorted me towards the meeting hall. “Sir. Roger… is there a way to know if a demon will be loyal to you or not?” I ask him. “Hmm… I’m afraid that there’s no way to tell if a demon will be loyal to their masters, unless they use their soul to form a contract with their masters,” he replied. “A contract? Does this include demon to another demon? Or is it only a human-demon contract relationship?” I asked him. “Both are possible, your highness,” he said, then I nodded as an answer that I understood what he just said.

A demon Lord cannot die by his own hands. Murea: As expected of Lady Lisa. You know a lot. Now then let me tell you what that contract really is. We were all ears and the suspense was killing me. I cleared my thoughts and was ready for anything. Murea: First of all let me say this. This contract must never reach the hands of anyone. In the wrong hands. It's a one shot spell that can kill any Demon Lord in AN INSTANT. ''AN INSTANT'' Lisa: What are you trying to say?

What’s funny, though? “Then, let’s sign a blood contract. It’s different from blood pact. Blood contract is an agreement of a demon and an individual made for a certain period of time. While blood pact is a lifetime commitment of the host and the demon. Blood contract has expiration and termination policy, blood pact hasn’t. If you signed a blood contract with me, stating all your terms and conditions there, I’m in no way to trick you. We, demons, have also reputations and we know how to abide with agreements,” he stated. Wait, did he mention about blood pact?

His two hands rested by his side and when he opened his mouth to speak, he did so through previously gritted teeth. "I called you here because I want to nullify this contract." Arabella's heart jumped in her chest. She looked down at the book and back at him again. Her eyes widened in shock and her jaw felt as though it would drop to the ground. She waited to see the coy smile on his face, the one that would indicate that all he had said was a joke, but it never came. He wasn't joking or playing pranks. "I secured the contract with a demon bond. It is like a string around my chest. And since you are avoiding me..." He paused to sigh, then began again.

Damon’s proposal had caught him off guard, but he couldn’t deny it presented a viable way forward—albeit one entangled with the very kind of organization both Dean and his past self, Noah, abhorred: the underworld. Seeing Dean hesitate, Damon leaned in slightly, his tone calm but persuasive. “This is a consultancy contract with the Dragon Gang. It outlines all the benefits, responsibilities, and terms you’d need to adhere to. I know you’re a talented lawyer, and we need someone exactly like you. Take the contract home, review it thoroughly, and think it over.”