The Demon's Bargain Novels & Stories

I almost collapse with relief when Kastriv releases us from his scrutiny, finally deciding to get to the point of our visit. "Ah yes. I am willing to make a generous offer, in exchange for one thing." He shifts his body to face us, placing his drink down. Oliver grins. "Name it. I'll give you anything." "In exchange for a band of Angel-bloods, all well trained, of course, to be deployed immediately to find and detain these Demon's, you shall give me a night with your wife," Kastriv orders calmly. Oliver and I share the same stunned silence.

She turns to leave. “Wait! And Rahzorin?” She turns, eyes narrowing with confusion. “What about Zorin? Why do you speak so casually my son’s name?” Her son? “He… has claim over my daughter.” For a few seconds, she’s quiet. “You made a bargain with him? “I didn’t know what I was doing. Can it be undone?” “What a clever boy…” she mutters to herself and then addresses me. “No. There are no loopholes when you make a contract with a demon.”

Too bad though, she would have to disturb him since simply here problems couldn't wait " Sam" The boys opened his eyes to stare directly at her, a cheerful smile from its way across his lips " hey Angy, how is your morning " " Fine, but there's something I need to talk to you about " " is it serious? " " very" She took the seat beside him. Sam stared at her expectantly. Angy took in a deep breath before muttering " I saw a devil " " A what?" Sam frowned "A devil. As in a boy with red eyes and hair, a very good-looking one at that but you know the scariest thing? he has horns"

Desperation filled me and I threw myself on my knees at her feet. "Please, I need your help, I can not go back now. They will think me a witch even if I am not one. I heard there are deals you can make. Bargains that can be struck with demons." She looked at me pityingly. "But do you understand the nature of such exchanges? You only have one thing a demon would want Little Bride, and I am afraid it is not your soul." I balled my hands into fists and stared straight into her glittering eyes.

He shoved me onto my back, standing over me with his cock still hard. “She belongs to me,” Damien declared to the roaring court. His boot pressed against my branded stomach, holding me down as he smirked. “Body. Soul. Forever.” The demons howled their approval, the sound shaking the very walls of Hell. And lying there, ruined and soaked, I realized with terror—and craving—that I didn’t just belong to him. I wanted to. The Devil’s Bargain

I squinted my eyes in suspicion, "No killing, No torture, nobody gets hurt. We just need a distraction." Chaos nodded in understanding then cunningly asked, "and what would be our payment in this deal? As I'm sure you know that those who bargain with demons must pay a price for our labour." I raised an eyebrow at the wicked look on his face. His nice boy act didn't fool me one bit. His eyes were calculating and menacing.

He purred, and I remained unmoving in the doorway. They were always making deals, but I had been careful up until this point never to accept a bargain with a demon. “Since your kind is only around the other two packs, I want to know how long you have been making deals with them and what the deals have been,” I said, and the demon licked his lips two times in rapid succession. "What are you going to offer me for the answers?" He asked, looking to make a deal. "The chance to live," I said before stepping forward. "If you don't tell me what I need to know, I will torture you until you have no choice but to go crawling back to your creator."

What’s funny, though? “Then, let’s sign a blood contract. It’s different from blood pact. Blood contract is an agreement of a demon and an individual made for a certain period of time. While blood pact is a lifetime commitment of the host and the demon. Blood contract has expiration and termination policy, blood pact hasn’t. If you signed a blood contract with me, stating all your terms and conditions there, I’m in no way to trick you. We, demons, have also reputations and we know how to abide with agreements,” he stated. Wait, did he mention about blood pact?

The altar of the desperate and the damned. The forest of Lunaris were also useful because it was connected to the infernal lock. The demon summoning required more power than I'd used in decades. I cut deep into my palm and let the blood flow freely onto the stones. The wound hissed and steamed where it touched the rock. "Lords of the Burning Deep," I called out in the old tongue. "Masters of Claw and Fang and Endless Hunger. I call on one. I offer you a bargain." The air around me grew thick and sulfurous. The temperature dropped until my breath misted in front of my face. Something vast and terrible was listening.

It demanded her entire being as the price. Agatha hesitated, her heart heavy with the weight of the decision. But as she recalled Samantha's life—marked by disapproval and devoid of the happiness she herself had experienced—her resolve hardened. She agreed to the demon's terms. The demon's obscured figure seemed to grin devilishly, its malevolent satisfaction evident. As the agreement was sealed, the dark void behind the demon expanded, its shadowy tendrils reaching out. With a final, haunting smile, the demon watched as dark smoke enveloped everything, its darkness consuming the room and, ultimately, Agatha herself. In that moment, the library was swallowed by an impenetrable blackness, lea