Devil Snare Novels & Stories

I don't consider the Scorpions a threat the way I consider the leader of snakes, as cunny and manipulative as a serpent. “Enjoying your night, I see. You know it was so good to see you and your woman made a grand appearance, I can't believe that the Don of Demons can fall in love,” He stretched out his longer fingers in a handshake, I considered not shaking him but I know we are being watched by our associates.

I didn’t attack. Not yet. I wanted to serve him a little torture, something feral, animalistic, and utterly untamed. Devon lunged. Sharp claws dragged across the ground as he crouched, then leaped, landing with a force that made the earth tremble beneath his paws. Sena didn’t flinch. Her eyes were sharp, alert. Then the air shifted; tilted,charged. A shrill, piercing sound exploded, deafening and lethal. A sound no Lycan should ever hear.

It was a good plan, proofed even. “That could work.” “So when do we make this call?” “Now.” Snakes sighed. He took out a burner phone and dialed a number. It rang twice and he answered. “Hello?” A gruff voice said. “Fingers.” “Who's this?” He made me feel disgusted. “Your maker.” I almost chuckled. “Fuck off san, who's this?” Agitated. Good. “I think you should be careful with your words. This is the Viper.” Fingers laughed hard and I was getting annoyed so was Snakes and Sanele.

He snatches my gun and aims it at me, holding me at gunpoint. He’s grinning as if he’s done a damn good job—wait, maybe it was his job—shit, how could I be so stupid? It was all a plan to lure me out. Shit. No. Double shit. But it’s too late now. I can’t tear my eyes away from the man who stands in front of me. The boss. The Devil. He moves towards me. Slowly. Steadily. Taking his time.

His eyes were dark and completely without expression. "My name is Alaric Virelli," he said, as though he expected that to mean something to me, as though his name was supposed to settle everything. "I don't care who you are," I said. "I am not going anywhere with you." Dorian grabbed my arm again and this time he yanked me toward him so hard that I stumbled. He got his face close to mine and his eyes were ugly with something I recognized after a moment as desperation. Not anger. Desperation. He needed this. Whatever this was, he needed it badly enough to drag me out of the house in the rain and hand me over to strangers.

“I SHALL HAVE EVERYTHING.” To a shrieking scream as bony dark flesh emerges craving those long fingers as those sharp fingernails clawed. A sign turned into smoke as it circled the flesh of death dragging out the screaming souls of her once parents to call. Grabbing the orbs as their screams subside and are gone. It turned back to its form as it dives and back to the dark pit where it came from, leaving the echoing laugh of the devil as it slowly vanishes in the deep distance below.

I immediately asked. "Where were you, Natasha?" Draven asked. His voice came out so cold. So far from the cheerful and always teasing Draven that I knew back at home. "I--" I could not finish my sentence because I could not even form a single word to say because I can now feel that there's something wrong. Something is definitely not right. "So, that was Valerian Fenrir, huh." Urien spits his words like poison. "The fucking demon." I creased my forehead.

The men froze on hearing the voice, and they turned to where it came from. I looked up as well, squinting through the blurry haze that was my vision. A figure stepped forward, but I couldn’t quite make out their face cause of the dim lights of the bar. “You heard her,” the voice said again, sharper this time. “She said no. Back off.” The rich snobs hesitated, exchanging glances before one of them muttered, “She’s not worth it anyway.” And just like that, they slinked away. I swayed gently as relief overwhelmed me, but my legs gave out before I could utter a word.

Till he was just the breathing silhouette Sebastian had seen. Sebastian knows because he had felt the same. The day of Sarah’s death, he had felt a rage higher than a tower. He lost consciousness of every sense of morality that he had even pulled his gun scaring the kids that stood just where his daughter had left. He recalled the feeling of emptiness when he held lifeless Sarah on the ground, such that he had even wished a truce with the devil. If only it worked that way. So when Sebastian laid his eyes on the man, he knew exactly how he felt. A broken father.

I wasn’t scared as I stared back at him. “Ahh…”Out of sudden, the devil held my neck tightly and then seethed, “I had tried so hard to make all things better, but you human… You always like to mingle in other's business…” “You… break…your…promise,” I tried to say with difficulty as his hand was still firmly holding my neck. “Promise?”He sneered and then pulled me closer to him, “Devils don’t make any promises.”He confessed and I frowned, feeling sad and deceived by him.