Devil Snare Mga Nobela at Kwento

The darkness of the cave was heavy, cold, and suffocating. Devon stood over Elena, his clawed hands raised, his eyes burning with a psychopathic gold light that turned the stone walls into a nightmare. He looked like a rabid beast ready to tear her to pieces for her betrayal. But as he took a final step forward, intending to drag her back out into the freezing blizzard as a hostage, Elena’s body completely locked up.

“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.

As the heavy door slammed shut behind her, Serena’s hands fumbled along the walls, desperate to ground herself in the oppressive dark. Then she heard it — a faint, skin-prickling rustle. Her fingertips brushed against something slick and cold. The sudden, unmistakable slither of a snake made her heart leap into her throat. She shrieked, the sound bouncing eerily off the walls, returning to her tenfold, amplifying her terror.

The Earthstalker, a magnificent creature with the body of a rabbit and the head of a cat, emerged onto the bank, its amber eyes glowing with an eerie intelligence. The snare sprung with a satisfying snap. The net, woven with surprising strength, engulfed the Earthstalker, its struggles muffled by the thick vines. A surge of triumph flooded Gandal, a counterpoint to the exhaustion gnawing at his bones. He had done it. He had outsmarted the elusive creature. But as he approached his captured prize, a low growl erupted from the shadows behind him. Deimon, his eyes narrowed and fangs bared, emerged from the darkness, his primal possessiveness taking hold.

Everyone's shocked is priceless as he entered the grand entrance of Darkspot, bowed in fear as they realized who it was walking in confindence and authority to the company he will surely own someday. “Those people,” he added with silent curse in his breath, “who knows what inside their head?” he must really be careful more than he used to. Now that the engagement he have to a Soner is still the talk of the town, everyone still not get over with their doubt. How they feel bad for a poor Soner to marry a devil? “The devil,” Whispered from the people inside the close door who don't know their place. “How can we enthrusted the Darkspot to an anti-social freak?”

His voice was stripped of patience, a whip waiting to fall. “G-go to hell, you bastard!” the old man snarled, pain sharpening the edges of his words. A cruel smile creased Richard’s mouth. “Okay then. I guess I’ll have to torture you all over again, since you’re being stubborn.” He stepped closer until he was nearly kneeling before the old man, his eyes boring into him like a promise of suffering. “Trust me, if it takes a hundred years before you speak, I’ll torture you a million times.”