Devil Snare Novels & Stories

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.

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 sneered “Don’t you listen? I just told you. Ace gives us a flash drive. We hunt. We catch. He pays us.” I mind linked Delaney to come meet me… I needed her people reading skills. I want to be sure he’s lying before I start breaking off body parts. I snarled “If you disrespect me again, I won’t give a fuck about your pathetic information. I will snap your fucking neck.” Delaney showed up.. kissing me.. then taking a seat beside Snake “Carry on…” I laughed “Yes, your highness.” She flipped me off… making me laugh harder.

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.