Devil's Table Novels & Stories

"You! Who betrayed the kingdom! Kill her!" When the devils they called is in front of them now! The devils wore chains and hard vest. They are coloured in red! They had horns, tails, and tattoos all over their body. And so run they ran at Luis Park and the company. "Butt!" "Yes, master!" Butt replied. Then Butt move fastly! And spin to stop the upcoming devils. "Echolocation!" Butt floats and howled an ear-piercing sound.

I didn't stop till I reach the room. I pushed it slightly and it opened with a creaking sound sending chills down my spine. Without knocking or asking for permission I pushed the gate wide open and stepped into the room. My eyes rushed through the area and caught the sight of the devil sitting on the chair with his finger intertwined and unreadable expressions. His gaze was boring holes in the table and he didn't move them even after sensing my presence. His demeanor was screaming threat and terror. He was looking very dangerous, it felt like he is ready to kill someone.

King Oliver announced. “Devil Pact?” Lily asked with a raised brow. “Yes. Now, Evander Maclay will tell you about the Devil pact,” King Oliver proclaimed. Beside King’s throne a man was standing who came forward. He was quite old with thick glasses over his eyes. “A Devil pact is an agreement between a human and a Devil in which the two have to keep with the terms. Failed to do so can result in the immediate death of the human if he/she breaks the pact and if the Devil breaks the pact then he/she will be sent to Hell and punished there,” Evander stated.

He said softly. The music finally ended and Mia walked away from him, curtsying and exiting the room. She breathed in the night air, trying to calm her heart. 'Damn you, you bloody cursed man!' she cussed the Grand Duke, or rather The Devil. "I know I'm cursed." The devil spaidand Mia jumped, looking around, her hand on her chest. Radna couldn't help but look at her hand, just above her cleavage. Mia had a much larger bust than Lily. In fact, he couldn't even remember Lily very well...

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

"Blackwood owns a place called The Devil's Table on the north side. High-end, exclusive, the kind of place where conversations don't get overheard." The Devil's Table. How perfectly theatrical of Julian to choose a restaurant with a name like that for whatever sick game he was playing. "How many exits?" I asked, already moving toward our vehicle. "Three. Main entrance, kitchen service door, and emergency exit through the back alley. I've got teams moving to cover all of them." "No." The word came out sharp enough to cut glass. "Pull them back. If Julian sees our people moving in, he might do something desperate."

He seemed completely unbothered by the fact that his imposing presence had caused the table to fall into an unusually quiet hush. "Another round?" Bienley chimed in enthusiastically, his eyes bright with excitement. He reached out, his hand hovering over another bottle of beer, ready to continue the night's merriment. "Enough." Devon's voice cut through the air like a sharp blade, stern and unyielding. The single word was enough to make everyone at the table freeze, their eyes darting between the two men. Bienley turned to face Devon, his eyes narrowing slightly. There was a spark of defiance in his gaze, as if he was ready to challenge Devon's authority.

It’s the place where the torture takes place. The paddles, the electric chair and the bed of torture. A bed that was draped in the colour of blood. At the centre of the room, with his back to the door, stood the devil himself. Dressed in an almost identical suit to that of the scorpion, the devil seemed like a person who was ready for a party. But that thought will undoubtedly be thrown out of the window when the Devil’s expression becomes illuminated. The devil’s green eyes were dark in anger, and he had his hands clenched into fists.

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.