Devil Snare Novels & Stories

Perfect spot for a showdown. “ Do you see anything? I don't spot shit.” I say. Silence. Then a chuckle and the sound of a gun being cocked. I turn around and come face to face with Snake.He’s smirking, but his eyes are cold, predatory. He’s got a gun pointed at me, his grip steady. “You’re dumber than I thought, Viper,” he says, his voice dripping with venom. “Walking right into this? You really thought you could outsmart me?” he mocks.

Mauler left, and Sniper's eyes turned sour as she watched her sister go. "You just have to wait and watch then," Sniper said, her voice dripping with malice. She fell onto her bed, and brought out her phone, which was full of photos of Venom. She smiled, her eyes gleaming with obsession, as she stared at the pictures. "I won't let anyone take you away from me, I won't," she whispered, her voice trembling with intensity. She stripped herself naked and stood in front of the photos, touching herself while moaning Venom's name.

Adrian gazed at the small cauldron in his hand, his satisfaction evident. Despite taking a bit longer, the peculiar little cauldron known as the “Spectral Snare” had proven to be remarkable. Once enveloped by the Spectral Snare, Autumn could not resist. In just ten minutes, her soul was completely crushed and imprisoned within the cauldron. Adrian likened it to a millstone, watching as the ghost's soul was slowly crushed within the Spectral Snare's aura until finally being confined within it.

“Like you said earlier. I could sniff out the truth in beings. And to my scent she is truly showing us the way out of here.” Glowing Peirce smiled to Sniffia direction then took a step just as his glowing shined brighter through the couloir Immediately snarling sounds was heard coming from both sides then Peirce froze glancing sideways. It sounded as though they were coming straight at him but luckily for him the cause of the snarling sounds were stopped by a strong massive iron bars on both side just as the hands of the snares stretches out to him with their eyes glowing red and their bodies darkened-rotten.

He bit into his own wrist, spraying a fine mist of ancient, Aether-rich blood across the snare’s perimeter. He then began to hum a low, subsonic frequency he had learned during his centuries as a Veil consultant. The snare, confused by the sudden appearance of a "Cold-Life" signature, shifted its focal point from Lucien and Selene toward the blood-mist. "Now!" Virex hissed, the effort of maintaining the diversion causing his skin to crack. "Move, you pups, before the void realizes I'm already dead!" The moment the pressure eased, Lucien and Selene were catapulted out of the trap by the sheer kinetic rebound. They rolled onto the stone floor, gasping for air as the temporal snare collapsed be

“What do you want from here, Pyro?” “Wow, right to the point. I’m looking for this girl right here that I found out by one of the females here that she’s going by the name Angel here.” I looked at the picture to see that indeed it was Angel, but why is he looking for her. “What do you want with her?” “She’s the property of the Burning Devils, and I want her back right now or things are going to get hot in here.” I looked to Levi to single to him that I need to speak to him alone.

Athur told me that Junior was the one who got jealous, who treated him like the enemy. “Listen to me.” Viktor grabs me by the shoulders giving me such a fright that my whole body start to shake and darkness closes in on me. This cannot be happening now. “Arthur is a very skilled sniper. He can shoot a grown man and his wife from miles away, through a window, while they are sitting at the dinner table, without any harm coming to the 13-year old girl joining them.

"Let's go!" "Vano, hurry!" "Be careful!" "Come inside immediately!" Devano was almost there, but then the circle broke apart. The high-pitched screams of girls echoed through the air. A genuine brownish-red wolf let out a roar. When the animal raised its two legs, the orange necklace dropped directly before Devano. The chain had the name 'The Delta' Laveena engraved on it. Devano stood rigid and still as if he had been hit by lightning, reading the inscription on the necklace. He was too scared to move or even glance up. He knew the eerie monster was directly above him. Devano wept silently.

Snarling, he scrambled up, the brick slippery with rain and blood in his grip. And then Dain came. He was faster than the storm, his hand wrapping around Soren’s throat like a viper. In one brutal motion, he lifted him from the ground and slammed him against the wall. Soren’s breath strangled, black dots flooding his vision as his nails clawed at the iron grip crushing his windpipe.

These aren't ordinary tripwires; they are laced with volatile alchemical residue and refined silver meant to instantly sear through fur, muscle, and bone, tearing apart any rider or beast unfortunate enough to stumble blindly into their path. The syndicate has turned this natural bottleneck into a razor-sharp web of death, designed to halt our advance and trap us in the open gorge where heavy artillery or falling boulders could finish us off without a fight. We pull our mounts to an abrupt halt, staring down at the glowing snare with grim realization.