Devil Snare Novels & Stories

Velvet Prison The live feed dominated the living room screen, Claire’s terrified eyes filling the frame as the knife pressed deeper against her throat. A thin trickle of blood ran down her neck. Elena’s scream tore from her chest before she could stop it. “No—please!” Sandro’s hand clamped over her mouth, not roughly, but firm enough to silence her. His other arm banded around her waist, holding her steady against his blood-streaked chest. “Watch,” he whispered against her ear.

He touched the bite mark on his neck and remembered the way Luca had held him in the shower. The devil was dangerous. But Adrian was starting to fear that he was already addicted to the danger. Outside, the sound of arriving cars echoed through the hills. Doors slammed. Heavy footsteps filled the villa. The storm had arrived. And Adrian was trapped in the eye of it, marked and aching for the man who held his life in powerful, possessive hands.

Before I could even scream, something wrapped around my throat and started to choke me. Tears spilled from my eyes as I struggled against whatever was holding me. A low, terrifying growl reached my ear, hot breath fanning against the nape of my neck. I momentarily freezed as I realised that whatever had captured me was anything but a human. Probably an animal or a hybrid of some sort. Or perhaps a monster... Creature? There was no time to think as my life was in danger. I continued to struggle against its grip, desperately trying to free myself. But it was of no use as I was being dragged towards the forest connecting the manor's garden.

Just being in the same area as her had my blood on fire. I could tell she was enthralled with the band as so many before her. After the concert I had made sure she would find band promotions anyway I could. Fliers, emails, social media. The first time I saw her in a Devil’s Night t-shirt I knew she was hooked. She was mine and soon she would know it too. Her name is Synestra Simmons and little does she know she holds the fate of the world in her hands.

Win asked only a touch snidely while trying his best to hide the trepidation that clearly lurked within him. Adom pursed his lips. “If you want to . . . though if you truly wish me to stop, say gelatin.” “Gelatin?” Win asked in confusion. The devil smiled. “You’re unlikely to say that in the heat of the moment.” “I suppose,” Win said trailing off thoughtfully as Adom waved his arms around from no where, an army of demons to view the sacrificial deflowering. They clamored around and the sky bled to a crimson red, setting the mood. The dense forest around them suddenly seemed ancient and dying as bare limbs leaned in towards the altar.

Ha‍nnah sta⁠red⁠ a‍t‌ the wall w‍ithout say⁠ing‌ any word. “I won't repeat‍ mys⁠elf,‌ w‌ho sent you?” “Just click it,” s⁠he spat out. “Fine.” The sou‍n⁠d of the gun ec‌hoed through the room and she collapsed. The sound jumped int‍o my chest, and m⁠y‍ body sud‍denly moved. I hit my hand over m⁠y mouth to hold back a scream‌. My elbow suddenly hit a metal mop that ‍ leaned ag‌ainst‌ the crates.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

She moaned as I increased my pace, going faster, harder and deeper. "Oh yeah, you like that?" I lifted one of her legs for more room as I pounded her further while the other leg shook with every thrust. "Ahhhh, yes. It so fucking deep... Ohhhhh." She moaned then... clink. The sound was too sharp, too out of place. So, we froze just before we realized that it was the locket on her neck that snapped open and something small… fell out. A key. My heart stopped. "Dante." She screamed as I yanked out of her instantly, pushed her aside and grabbed the key, cold metal pressed into my palm.

How could she expect dirty work from them, if she herself wasn’t prepared to do the same? “You have the snitch I assume?” Her voice was rich, dark, and low. When they nodded she stood. “Good.” “You don’t have to do this!” It was Vance. Her assistant, her confidant, and her best friend. And the only one that ever voiced his opinion to her. She gestured to David to leave them. He nodded and left without a word. “Let one of the guys do it, let them get their hands dirty. Keep your name, your fingerprints off this.”

Now, Delphina was left alone with the still-very-naked snakesman who went by the name, Slydino. He walked over to the trembling elf and asked her to stand up. At first, she didn't want to obey, but at his threat of using her head as a ball, she nippily obeyed and turned to face him. Just as she feared, this guy was in his raw state. "Suck on my dick," he commanded, causing her eyes to dilate. "Do it!" he hissed, and she fearfully dropped to her knees and held his cock. Gulping first, she braved herself to put the dick that had been fucking another cunt a short while ago in her mouth.