Sell Your Soul To The Devil Novels & Stories

“Return to the world of men. Forget the blood. Forget the beast.” I reached for the obsidian stone. It was burning against my skin, but I didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and stopped fighting the images. Instead, I dove into them. I didn’t look at the cellar as a prison; I looked at it as the place where I first felt the spark of the Devil. I didn’t look at the silver as pain; I looked at it as the price I paid to save my mate. I found the memory of Girard’s touch in the study—the way his hands had claimed me, the way his soul had recognized mine before his mind even knew my name.

I stiffened, my mind screaming at me to resist, but my body betrayed me, melting into his touch. And just like that, I knew—I wasn’t just signing a contract. I had sold my soul to the devil himself.

I can't deny that fact. "I don't recall s-such an absurd deal." I lied through my teeth. I knew he was right. I do remember agreeing to something like that, but just like now, I wasn't in the right state of mind. There was this urge...the urge to kiss him till he drops...and another urge to trail my eyes down to his lower region and then drink in the delicious sight of him. The devil called 'temptation' was certainly at it's full power at the moment so of course a mere sex-addict like me could barely resist. One couldn't be blamed for giving in when set against someone like Kasan.

”And of course you told him no. “No mamma, I said I’d think about it, and I have made my decision. I will do it. It was pure luck that I was in the office when he came up with this plan, mamma we should be glad that it was me. We can help everyone.” “I refuse to sell my daughter to a –a-an egomaniac”

But I knew I wouldn't be helping my case one bit. My hand moved. The pen touched the paper, and I felt the last bit of my freedom slipping away. Signing this meant I was completely surrendering to him, I knew that, but there wasn't much I could do. Closing my eyes, I scribbled the letters down before sliding everything back to him. The deal was done, I completely belonged to the Devil now.

“Even after I’ve filled you three times today.” Adrian moaned loudly, pushing back to meet every thrust. His hole was slick and swollen, leaking Luca’s cum from earlier, but it still clenched greedily around his thick cock. Luca leaned over him, chest pressed to Adrian’s back, and bit down on his shoulder. “You love this, don’t you? Being used by the devil while the world hunts us.” “Yes,” Adrian gasped. “God yes.”

he emphasized, and his words brought a shiver to my spine. Before I could ask any more questions, he decided to end the call, reasoning that we both should go to sleep, but how could I get to sleep when my mind was filled with Kian's images, along with the words that escaped his lips? "I am willing to sell my soul to the devil." That line kept running through my mind until I could no longer contain the drowsiness and eventually fell asleep.

“Don’t thank me. I haven’t done anything yet. Now—why did you summon me?” This was it. My once-in-a-lifetime chance. And I knew exactly what I came here for. “I want to sell my soul.” He burst into laughter. A devilish, echoing, bone-rattling laugh that filled every corner of the room. It was awful. But I stood my ground. I wouldn’t falter. “Puny human,” he said between chuckles. “Coming to a demon for help, offering your soul in exchange. Typical.” “I’m serious,” I said, my voice firmer now. “I’m willing to sell it.”

"What do I want? I want your soul, Blake. I want to make you more powerful than you could ever imagine. And in exchange, you will do my bidding. You will hunt down those who oppose me, and you will do it without mercy." Blake hesitated. He knew that selling his soul to the Devil would mean giving up everything he had ever believed in. But he also knew that it was the only way to gain the power he needed to avenge his family. "Fine," Blake said. "I'll do it." And with those words, Blake felt a burning sensation in his chest. He fell to his knees, clutching his chest in agony. But as the pain subsided, he realized that he felt stronger than he ever had before.

Now, his pulse beat steadily against my wrist, a rhythm I knew better than my own. I shaved his jaw, his neck, the tricky spot under his nose. Our eyes met in the mirror. The fever had burned away some of the arrogance in his gray eyes, leaving something harder, cleaner underneath. "Why are you doing this, Vivian?" he asked quietly. "You could take the Ledger to the FBI. You could disappear. Why walk back into the fire with me?" I rinsed the razor. I dried his face with a paper towel. "Because I sold my soul to the Devil," I whispered, leaning down until our foreheads touched. "And I don't break my contracts."