Devil's Tongue Knot Novels & Stories

We told each other everything, including the basics and the broad things, but I omitted the crazy parts; such as my past life, meeting the devil & other deities, and anything else that I deemed crazy. But then, boom! He asked the question I'd been dreading. The conversation was going so good until he abruptly asked that miserable question. He asked, "So tell me, what happened to your neck? Did someone do that you?" "I don't know how to answer that. You'll probably think I'm crazy if I told you the real truth," I confessed. "Try me," he said. "Alright," I looked him in the eyes, "the grim reaper choked me because I don't die whenever he tries to capture me."

When I felt his fingers move deeper into the back of my throat, I gagged, but that didn’t stop him. He was rough with it as tears burned through my eyes, struggling through the pain. We never broke eye contact as he continued. Helpless, my hands instinctively gripped his arm, trying to get him to stop as he tried to choke me with his fingers. Despite my struggles, he was stronger. “Stop Adonis, please,” I begged desperately, but my voice came out as mumble, his fingers stopping me from producing any reasonable word. “You asked for this,” his voice was menacing, his eyes were dark and empty, “You don’t play with the devil.”

The storm howled outside, but inside the world shrank to his hand against her cheek, her tears on his skin, his breath ghosting warm against her lips. She leaned down, kissing him softly. Not the desperate kiss in the rain, not the clash of survival and fear. This one was slower, tender, aching with everything she hadn’t said. Devotion. Relief. A vow she hadn’t realized she’d already made. When she pulled back, his eyes burned—not with fire, but with something quieter, something raw. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. Exhaustion claimed him soon after. The fight bled from his body, his hand slipping from hers, his chest rising and falling in uneven rhythm that slowly steadied into sleep.

He grabbed his mother's wrist, and chopped off the finger that had the devil's mark. When the devil and his human lover were still together, he had tattooed a butterfly on one of her fingers. Lucas was going to use that finger to get back to his father for defying his warnings. Without a second glance at the screaming woman, Lucas left the prison. He drove to an old park, where he stopped his car, and came out carrying a knife and some candles. He drew patterns on the ground with the knife, and lit the red candles, then he cut his palm with the knife. As his blood dropped to the floor, he called out for the devil in a foreign tongue.

Tang Guolong went forward carefully and greeted Old Devil Tong respectfully. Old Devil Tong waved his hand, indicating Tang Guolong not to make a sound. Tang Guolong stepped aside and did not dare to say a word. With the sharp knife in his hand and an evil smile on his face, Old Devil Tong came to Zhou Tian and the others. With a wave of his hand, streams of white mist began to emanate from his sleeve. The white mist dispersed and sucked into Zhou Tian and the others's nostrils. They all coughed.

his voice trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the sensations he was feeling. Yara looked up at him with eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "Yes?" she whispered, then continued the action, touching his chest with her soft lips. Damian took a deep breath. "Untie the knots," he said, but his eyes radiated interest. "I have to reciprocate." Yara shook her head, her fingers tracing the muscular lines of Damian's abdomen, then boldly nuzzling his skin. "No, I'm not satisfied yet. Just enjoy it, Mr. Damian."

Nate nodded and raced through the beaded curtains while Ace and Ren stayed. “What is this? This is poison!” Ace said and ripped the bandages off along with the medical herbs attached to it. “This is a devil's root! It is known as a legal poison when it is exposed to blood. What kind of idiot are your healers!?” Fical took the bandages and glared at it in outrage. Just then he raced outside, probably to capture the healers who poisoned the chief. “I told him that the root is poisonous and now he plans on bringing it along with him. What an idiot!” Ace cursed and ran to follow Fical. Only Ren and I were stuck in the hut with the chief. I looked up at Custard.

While the others ran ahead she stopped to see if he could escape. “Techs set basic traps all over the place to catch us in.” Aeon started as she leaned against a tree to watch. A small smile was on her face, enjoying the show. “Most have a sensor that goes off when the trap is triggered to alert any nearby Techs. You have less than a minute left to get unstuck before I have to take you out.” “We didn’t learn about these types of knots in the Center!” Adro said in a panic, blood having rushed to his upside down face. He tried to undo the knot, but had no luck at undoing the tight, complicated loops and twists. “I can’t undo these knots!”

Wind gnawed at the hem of my hoodie. The screen lit up with a single text. You want your brother back? Erebus. 11PM. Ask for the Devil’s Show. My fingers went numb first. Then my throat closed up. The bag of groceries slipped from my hand, like my body didn’t know how to hold anything anymore. The bread hit the ground with a sad little puff, the onion rolled into the gutter like it was trying to escape the moment, and the eggs—well, those bastards cracked on impact. Of course they did.

Then he stuck his thumb against my clit and I let out a squeal. “Okay, okay I hope you like it!” and lifted up my black vest top before grabbing my breasts. The tattoo was underneath my breasts. It represented two braided pieces of rope intertwined leading from each side, underneath my breath to meet in the middle. “It’s called a lover’s knot,” I said. I felt his cock harden against my ass. “I thought you might like it.” “I fucking love it. Kate, fuck that’s hot,” he growled as he urged me to climb on top of him.