Devil Snare Novels & Stories

He stumbled, falling into the bloody snow. Silas Vane smiled, lifting a heavy, glinting weapon from the ground. It was a massive, weighted net, the thick fibers woven with a shimmering, metallic thread. Silver. "No!" I screamed, but my voice was swallowed by the roaring wind. Silas threw the net with perfect, practiced precision. It soared through the air, expanding like a spider's web, before crashing down directly over Eldrick’s massive black body. The moment the silver fibers touched his fur, a horrific sizzling sound echoed through the canyon.

Something heavy, unnatural. I obeyed instinctively, pivoting slightly to the left. Dorian and Bryan mirrored my movement without question, their trust absolute. A trap lay ahead—a snare woven between two trees, nearly invisible, designed to catch a foot or an ankle. The cord was taut, ready to tighten. I exhaled, fingers brushing against the Warrior’s tether in my mind, acknowledging the warning. I signaled with a flick of my wrist. Dorian leaped over the trap, Bryan rolled to the side, and I passed through, heart hammering, but unscathed.

He said softly. The music finally ended and Mia walked away from him, curtsying and exiting the room. She breathed in the night air, trying to calm her heart. 'Damn you, you bloody cursed man!' she cussed the Grand Duke, or rather The Devil. "I know I'm cursed." The devil spaidand Mia jumped, looking around, her hand on her chest. Radna couldn't help but look at her hand, just above her cleavage. Mia had a much larger bust than Lily. In fact, he couldn't even remember Lily very well...

I wanted to forget everything, I wanted so much to get rid of the pain that I didn't care even If I sold my soul and body to the devil. I concentrated on my senses and felt a warm touch on my stomach, which reminded me of the devil. As I opened my eyes, I saw the devil lying next to me. Why did his touch feel so comfortable? The way he made me feel made me afraid. The sensation he gave my body. I disliked the idea of sex since I had never had the experience depicted in romance novels or films. That was a pleasure that I had never experienced.

And now, I sink down into the unrelenting darkness and await judgment. Putrid mud closes in around me. Even with my eyes squeezed shut, I can feel the grit trying to claw its way between my lids. I try to keep my mouth closed, but I can’t escape the fetid taste of it as it invades my nostrils. My lungs burn. I’m trying to hold my breath, delaying the inevitable. There’s a tearing sensation in some deep part of me, somewhere that transcends my body and dives into my very being. It’s Amos, I realize. The demon is ejected, shrieking, into the muddy void.

She muttered as she aligned the criss cross mark of her sniper scope to the head of the terrorist with the gun. She held her breadth and pulled the trigger at the same time when he raised his rifle to shoot the third captive. The gun fell from his hand first before the man followed. There was panic amongst the other two who looked around in confusion. One of the men made a dash to the fallen weapon of his comrade but she followed him swiftly, the criss cross mark of her sniper moving behind her new target till her focus point was centered on his chest, then she pulled the trigger. A second later, the man was flying backwards in the air before landing on the floor motionless.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

I shiver from the cold but sensational trail and hear a grim cackle against my ear, “Have the little time we’ve spent together incited these misleading feelings inside that frail heart of yours, Sorah?” His voice against my ear, so tingly and incredulously soothing. Other men that came on to me spoke in the finest and luring of vocals. There was no resistance towards Devon’s impeccable devotion to his utmost care and consideration for me. In light comparison to this Vampire’s uncanny disposition…I must be intoxicated to yearn foolishly after him and not the man I’m to wed tomorrow. The long fingers rustling into my hair become strong as they grip the back of my head to yank my face away from

Hunter got even closer, his face transformed by anger. “The time and place you want, Snake, you’ll see the fucked up alcoholic loser will do to you again, but this time, only one of us will get out off the ring alive, are you in?” “I’m in, and you hottie, when you get tires of this bag of shit, you just have to tell me, I’m Snake. Sickle, you lost one woman to me and if this hottie wants, I’ll do you this favor again, I’ll fuck her too.”

I skid to a halt at a cluster of ancient oaks, their roots twisting like serpents. Perfect for traps. I whisper a snare spell, and watch vines coil into loops hidden under leaves. I add a few sharpened stakes from broken branches, enchanted to pierce deep. If that snake thing follows, it'll regret it. Panting, I climb the tallest oak I can find, settling into a high fork. From here, I can see the clearing I left behind, it's empty now, but the earth is churned from their brawl. No sign of the three, but that hiss... it's closer.