The Demon's Bargain Novels & Stories

If she gave her life in order to join him in the underworld then she’d seal her fate as a powerful force for evil and fulfill the contract that he’d signed. Although he was ecstatic at the foreshadowing of getting his duty as a demon fulfilled, the opportunity to earn her heart again sparked something far more dangerous than love, hope. That, above all else, had him both scared and thrilled. Hoping was the most forbidden cause it could lead to praying, and that was a well known outlaw both above and below ground. But he did, he hoped, just a little, that she could save not only herself from him, but also him from the consequences of his own actions. He hadn’t realized how far he strayed from

Slicing the palm of my hand, I let my blood drip into the jar before closing the lid. "What's in it for me. You know the rules. Every demon has its price." His tone was becoming severe. His playful smile now switched into a devilish grin. "I will give you two of my servant's lives in exchange for this bond, nothing more, Alastair." I wagered, he would either take this deal, or I would find another who would.

His brown eyes, so similar to Celeste’s, scanned my face, evaluating. He didn’t know what I was. He didn’t know I was a demon. But he felt, perhaps, that there was something supernatural about me. Something that made the offer real. “How does this work?” He asked finally. “A pact. You give your life to me. In exchange, I will live it for you. No one suffers. No one dies. No one knows.” “And me? What happens to me?” “You sleep. A deep sleep, without dreams, without pain. When you wake up — if you want to wake up — it will be in a different world. A world where no one knows your name.”

The Demon’s Pact Intro; Ivy had lived a life of quiet desperation, her heart aching for something more than the dull, predictable routine of her existence. One stormy night, feeling lost and yearning for the forbidden, she stumbles upon an ancient book that promises to unlock her deepest desires. When a reckless chant summons the demon Azrith from the shadows, Ivy is pulled into a dangerous pact she never anticipated.

He replied, peeling away from where he had been leaning against the door. "Some of that blood money is being put to good use after all." I responded. His mouth curled into that amused curve that set my teeth on edge. Santiago was like an impenetrable, steel door, nothing could get to him or ruffle his feathers. Not even the arrest had been enough to shake him. I wasn't sure if it was his self discipline or the belief that he could get away with anything. "Yes, Nina." He said. "I give back to the community so my soul will be spared from eternal damnation."

“But was it his mother?” “No,” the woman said, shaking her head. “It was a demon. Cunning, patient, a master of manipulation. The prince unsealed it with his own blood… not knowing he was freeing something deadly.” She leaned closer to the fire, shadows flickering across her face. “A being trapped for centuries… a demon god, sealed by powers older than kings. It promised him a reward… half its power, to use for revenge against those who had wronged him.” Zayla’s voice trembled. “What did the prince do?”

The desperate woman who summoned a demon had received everything she asked for, plus memories of the hottest night imaginable. One night of total submission had granted me a lifetime of strength. And deep down, I knew if I ever needed more, I could summon him again. The devil’s bargain was the best decision I ever made.

The timer on the screen read: 23:47. Claire’s muffled scream echoed through the speakers as the blade pressed closer, drawing a thin line of blood. Elena’s world narrowed to that single image. The man who had just killed for her, who had confessed his year-long obsession, now stood at her side as the real cost of their twisted union stared back at them in high definition. The devil’s contract had just claimed its first true casualty, and the night was far from over.

I shook my head in bewilderment. He let out an exaggerated sigh, like I was being purposely dense. "An agreement, little one. Does it ring a bell?" Uh, no bell was ringing. Just alarm bells clanging in my head, wondering what kind of demonic deal I could possibly have made. That perfect, predatory smile twisted slightly. "You agreed to give me your blood. In exchange for your life." A chill went through me. Oh hell. What fresh nightmarish insanity was this? "You were on the verge," he went on, sounding almost bored. Like my bargaining away my life essence was no biggie. "And in your desperation, you agreed to my terms."

How exactly is it that someone so beautiful could be so evil and cruel at the same time. How could he just sit there so casually, threatening lives without a flinch? I guess they do call him the devil for a reason. And there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. I know what he was trying to do. To humiliate me, to prove that he could be able to get me after what happened in the club the other night. Fine! If that is how he wants to play it. So the devil loves playing games? I'll give him one. “Fine,” I answered and lifted my chin stubbornly, “I will need the money sent immediately. Yes, i fucking be your pet.”