Devil's Knot Story Romane & Geschichten

'How does this folk tale relate to the devil who called himself Xaveraq, who happens to be the only devil alive? “I don't know, child, because that's how the tale ends. There is no more mention of the deviless after that. The devil massacred his own clan. And the story ends there, abruptly. It was so very strange because every other tale in the book was completed. This book was a handwritten, extremely rare edition. I tried to find another copy of it in all the other Guilds and libraries, and I only found two of them. And both of them ended the same way,” the Headmistress finishes her tale. “I do not know how this story relates to the devil we are dealing with. I have some thoughts, but all

His eyes moved between the three, his tone carrying a weight that matched the solemnity of the night. "I must warn you," he began, each word deliberate. "None of you should involve yourselves any further in this matter. As you might have already suspected, what has occurred in the past and what continues to unfold now—all of it is the consequence of a bond between humans and devils that never should have been done in the first place." His words hit like a cold wave, freezing Dryzza, Sai, and Esmeralda in place. They had expected mysteries and strange occurrences, but this? The confirmation of something so dark and dangerous was more than they could have anticipated.

They made love under the night sky, bodies joined, hearts entangled. The engagement had been weaponized. The betrayal was deepening. And the devil’s heart was being pushed to its limit.

The room tilts. “What did you just say?” Devon tilts his head. “Your brother held my ankle on that battlefield. Begged me to save him while the light bled out of his eyes. I let him bleed. It was… satisfying.” The scream that rips out of me isn’t human. I launch myself at him. My hands close around his throat, nails digging into skin, thumbs crushing his windpipe. His glass hits the floor and shatters. “You devil!” I snarl, squeezing until my knuckles go white. “You fucking devil, you killed him!”

I’d shredded the other one with my claws. My knot. He wanted my knot, and knotting the empty air, or his hand, while he fucked me would be the final signal of my total submission to him, acknowledging him as the dominant alpha. There was a folk tale about that, part of shifter lore and custom. I’d found it in another pack’s library when I was a teenager, and it’d given me a few really uncomfortable moments thinking about it in the shower. Declan shifted his hips, grinding into me, putting nearly unbearable pressure on the nub of flesh inside me, sending sparks into my balls and my cock and up my spine.

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

The two men stood alone under the dim lights. “The Council Head is the Devil,” Austin said without preamble. “The real Devil and your Luna has made a deal with him.” Ace’s eyes widened, but he quickly regained his composure. “And you’re risking telling me something this dangerous about your own Alpha?” Austin clenched his fists. “I have to. Luna Vivica’s soul belongs to him in only seven more days. There is no way you can marry her. The consequences would be beyond anything you could ever imagine.”

Asura gripped the bodies of the bandits who did not let Arya stand up. He burned their faces and bodies to ashes. Fortunately, the bandits chose to back away from Raka's body. They all trembled at the sight of a tall creature with a hideous appearance. This was the first time they had seen the true form of the devil. Some of them even fell to the ground with their mouths wide open. "What do you want?" Asura turned to his friend.