Rebel In Devil's Shackle Novels & Stories

He was completely speechless when he saw Caskey standing before the person he had faced in the alley that day. The person had a shadow that seemed to cover the entire territory of the kingdom with that aura. Someone more suited to be called a devil than a human. And more than that, someone who was most suitable for the position of chairman in their rebel organization. And because of that, Nick couldn't help but smile when he saw Damien, a person with a terrifying aura now standing in front of Caskey.

Rebecca froze where she was, hoping no one saw her walk in with the guy who had just alarmed everyone. After everyone settled again, she looked up at the crowed. Finally, Hunter thought. “Shackles.” Rebecca began. “Shackles and chains holding me down. They are tight and burn around my wrists. Oh God, they burn so much. I know where the keys are, but I can't reach them. These chains are short and prevent me from moving immoderately. Don't pity me, no. I'm used to the rough grinding sound they make when I tilt, I'm used to carrying their load on my wrists.”

The Devil was no longer chained. He was awake.