Devil's Knot Story Novels & Stories

In her eyes, I was less desirable already. Testing the zip ties on my wrists, I realized I wouldn't be able to break them unless I shifted. I drew my knees up to pluck at the rope wrapped around my ankles, but my fingers weren't strong enough to take the knots apart. I was as helpless as all the other women lining the hallway to the door of what had to be The Devil's Lair. The heavy wooden door looked solid and intact which surprised me more than it should have. I knew The Devil was supposed to be chained in his chambers. He was said to savage some of the virgins offered to him. He couldn't be too violent behind such a beautiful door, right?

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

The case slammed against her hip with every stride, both anchor and salvation. Her breath tore raw in her throat. Every step jolted her bones. But she didn’t slow. She couldn’t. And then—her ankle twisted. Pain lanced up her leg, white-hot, dropping her to the dirt. She bit down on a cry, fury flashing in her eyes even as her knee struck the ground. The case skidded but never left her reach. She clawed it back to her chest, hugging it close, forcing herself upright. But shadows closed in.

I wanted to forget everything, I wanted so much to get rid of the pain that I didn't care even If I sold my soul and body to the devil. I concentrated on my senses and felt a warm touch on my stomach, which reminded me of the devil. As I opened my eyes, I saw the devil lying next to me. Why did his touch feel so comfortable? The way he made me feel made me afraid. The sensation he gave my body. I disliked the idea of sex since I had never had the experience depicted in romance novels or films. That was a pleasure that I had never experienced.

She sat on the floor and gently tied the trousers together at the edge. She didn’t want to rush because she wanted the knot to be so tight. After tying the trousers edges together, she tied the now long clothing to the edge of the bedsheet and ended up creating a makeshift rope. The whole clothing turned out to be so long, and she sighed when she saw the outcome. She rose on her feet and walked to the window. She looked around it, searching for the perfect spot, but there was no perfect spot. The rails had glasses attached to it and in order to get access to the rails, she had to destroy the glass.

"It is said that the race of Peacocks keeps mostly to the south. Are you setting your sights upon these parts as well?" "You misunderstand me, friend. I'm only here because of the tales I've been hearing about this human they call the Devil. A man of most described as brutal and high-handed. They say he's here, at the Sanctuary of Tetrarchy here in faraway northwest, hence I have come to meet him." He finished and turned to Yan Wushuang, "Are you him? The infamous Devil?" "I'm afraid you're mistaken, Master Kong," remarked the Zombie chieftain, "He's not the Devil. The Devil has been missing for three years. No one knows where in which Heaven-forsaken corner of the world he is now."

Chapter: 11. ****** Time in Shivvara passes quickly, and it would take many blood moons before Azazel could meet his father's face. Feziam, the illegitimate son of Yidis, took over the Devildom after Yidis relinquished his rule. Yidis, knowing that Obenis had defeated him, became a broken god who shamelessly caused chaos within the lands of Shivvara. When he could no longer bear his shame, he went down to Earth and spent several years wandering before he met Feziam's mother, a young witch named Azzamu, on one of her walks.

He dragged his fingers out after he had created two finger sized holes on both of his cheeks, and Kent stared at him with eyes as wide as saucers while the pain from his cheek holes permeated his bones. It would eventually heal, but that was the worst part. The look in Devon’s eyes told him that he’d create the holes again and again till his body is unable to heal itself. “I am going to give you two options,” Devon started while wiping his bloodstained fingers on a handkerchief , drawing Kent out of his racing thoughts, “you can either tell me the truth I seek, and in return I’ll protect you from your alliance, or I can tear you apart, limb by limb and feed your skin and bones to the vultur

The timer on the screen read: 23:47. Claire’s muffled scream echoed through the speakers as the blade pressed closer, drawing a thin line of blood. Elena’s world narrowed to that single image. The man who had just killed for her, who had confessed his year-long obsession, now stood at her side as the real cost of their twisted union stared back at them in high definition. The devil’s contract had just claimed its first true casualty, and the night was far from over.

The moment Matteo saw it, every trace of color disappeared from his face. It was the first time I had ever seen him look... shaken. "What is it?" I asked. He took the pendant slowly. "It can't be..." "You know whose it is?" I pressed. He closed his fist around it. "I buried this fifteen years ago." A cold shiver raced down my spine. "What do you mean?" Matteo looked at me, his expression unreadable. "The man I thought died fifteen years ago..." He paused. "...has come back for you."