The Demonic Contract Novels & Stories

“You look like someone who just made a deal with the devil.” I walked past her and dropped onto the couch without a word. She followed, eyebrows raised. “Spill.” I tossed the contract onto her lap. She skimmed through the pages, whistling low. “He wasn’t kidding.” “Nope.” “You actually signed a marriage contract with Andrew Walker. Girl…” She shook her head. “You’re either the smartest person alive or completely unhinged.” “Both.” She looked up, frowning. “Wait. What happened? Why do you look like someone just shot your dog?”

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

"We can't fight them alone, Elara. Not as humans. Not as demons." "Then what?" Elara asked, her heart sinking as she saw the drones begin to glow with a lethal, white heat. Vane reached into his desk and pulled out a small, glass vial containing a single drop of liquid shadow…the concentrated essence of the Ninth Circle. "We reopen the contract," Vane said. "But this time, I’m not the Master. You are. Sign for us all, Elara. Sign for the world." He held out a gold pen. Outside, the drones began to fire. The desert began to dissolve into white pixels.

He dug his fingers into the sofa cushions, his hips reflexively moving to meet Darren’s possessive strokes. The boundaries of the contract had dissolved. In the darkness of that private cinema, Ezra no longer cared whether this was merely a fifty-million-rupiah transaction. All he knew was that his body and soul were now entirely trapped within the devilish obsession of Darren Wijaya. The room filled with the sounds of friction and ragged breathing until they finally reached a shattering climax together, just as the ambient lights dimmed back to black. The Eye in the Dark Yet, behind the illusory beauty and burning passion inside the penthouse, a massive danger was lurking from the darkness

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

Little did I know at the time that I would end up falling for him and put myself through one of the most devastating heartbreaks I’d ever felt. I had then asked her to tell me about him, so I knew where to start on curating the perfect girl for him. She thought a while before answering, then she told me his favorite restaurants, what kind of music he liked, & his favorite bands. She had told me his favorite foods, favorite shows & his pet peeves. She told me everything she could think of about him, & I had prodded until I was satisfied with the amount of information I had. I told her about how I planned to give him his karma and told her to take 24hrs to think it over. She didn’t want to tak

The movement was so easy, so familiar, that it made my heart ache. “They crawled to one another, and swore their love would live on with their dying breaths. But they did not die that night – and they never would. “For the invaders had toyed with fate, and had cast free a demon, making a deal with it in order to secure their position on the continent. The demon was a wicked thing, shaped by evil hands into a being of curved claws and drooling fangs. And as Arcarius drew his final breath, the demon offered him a deal.

I was scared that I was going to throw up right in his face. All these people… Each one of them was crueler than the other. How was I supposed to find any solace in this world? How was I supposed to even— “ The parties that you mentioned…they are a way of keeping all vampires in control. ” Devon’s voice lowered, a strange chill entering his tone. I was forced to snap my head back and look straight into his eyes that had reddened some more. It was like blood was about to spill out of his eyes any moment.

“Tomorrow the cameras are on. You smile. You play the part. You’re Mrs. Alighieri.” I lay there, trapped in his arms, shaking. His body was furnace-hot. Mine was ice. And somehow the ice was melting. Hate warred with something worse. Something traitorous that liked the way he said _wife_. That liked the weight of his arm like it meant protection. Outside, the storm kept hitting the windows. Inside, Dante’s breathing evened out. But I didn’t sleep. Because a new thought kept circling, ugly and sharp: What if the most dangerous part of this contract... was that I started to want him back?

He understood their looks very well because he was a guy but more so he got those same looks from every woman in the room. Hans opened the door and Brayden sighed he would figure out how to deal with his dilemma of not crossing an extremely fine and fragile line with Meredith. If they ever were to go down that road it would have to be initiated and agreed in writing by Meredith that way he was still within the guidelines of the contract. The Death Contract, he corrected his own thoughts.