Devil Snare Novels & Stories

Just the slow, creeping numbness of inevitability. Until I hear it. A rumble in the distance. Low. Dangerous. Familiar. Then comes the scent—**woodsmoke and wild earth.** My heart abruptly slams against my ribcage. I know that smell as intimately as my own breath. **Adam.** The walls tremble as a deafening **snarl** reverberates through the stronghold. Shouts ring out, followed by the sickening crunch of bone and flesh being torn apart. I pull myself up, blood rushing to my head just as the dungeon doors splinter open.

He cursed under his breath. At first prince Arthur couldn't take his eyes off the red ones peering at him, it was as if he has been glued to those flaming eyes, but that spell lost it effect on him the moment he heard another growl from the massive creature laying on the floor with an arrow stuck in his heart. ‘ isn't this what they call caught between the devil and the deep blue sea?, but then no matter how beautiful the sea might appear, the devil you know is far better.’ “Ahhhhhhhh"

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

Sasha’s POV. “What’s your name?” the devil asked, breaking the long silence that reigned after my demand. I pretended not to hear him. “You’re not deaf, are you?” “What do you need my name for?” I spat, unfolding my arms. “I do not answer to you, remember? You’re just my possession.” Right. You should yank it out of my mouth, then. “So do you have a name or not? Don’t test my patience,” he growled.

I decided to stick to associations, so I could match some facts about those people… in the stupider way the better. “Ginger-hair Elliot Walton, purchasing department… He reminds me of a squirrel gathering nuts… I would call him Mr. Squirrel. Then we have… Harvey Brown, Nolan Fortin's deputy, sniper… He looks unpleasant… sneaky… a sneaky-sniper… I will call him Mr. Sneaky-Lizard!” I used my imagination to the fullest.

“Do you know what I see, Erik?” The man called Erik gave a brief nod. “He’s compromised.” Tristen’s eyes gleamed. “Exactly.” He turned the tablet so Erik could see again. “The mighty Dante. The cold-hearted butcher. The Devil of the Calhoun Mafia,” he said mockingly, “being hugged like a schoolboy by some pretty little thing in his house. And not just letting it happen—but returning it.” He sat back. “I knew it. I knew the moment she entered that house, she would be the crack in his armor.”

, Sandy pretended laughing. They saw the curtain moving suddenly and a handsome amber coloured eyed boy about nine years old jumping into their front by widening his eyes. Both Lizzy and Sandy smiled in their mind by thinking that the child got trapped in their trick. "Hey, where is the snake? l want to catch it. l always say grandpa to show me one. But he didn't. Where is it?", asked the boy with jumping in overjoy. "What! You want to catch it. Are you not afraid of it?", asked Lizzy in a little bit shock.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

She returned her phone in the pocket after scanning the old man's background and flinching upon the stingy pain. "Ouch, can you make it simple? Come on, you're too harsh on me." She groaned in discomfort after her knees slammed the tiled floor. "Position yourself, Von. We'll be starting to snipe him over." Hugh Turner tries to scope the target using his sniper. She then started up to lower herself to the window and sight the victim. They can't waste any more time on this, their superior wants to end him already.

Tessa’s breath hitched. Zayne chuckled, shifting gears. "Hear that, princess? The devil’s waiting." The car sped into the night.