The Demonic Contract Novels & Stories

“It’s not for you.” The room went silent. Sophia blinked. “What?” Julian exhaled, his patience wearing thin. “The contract. It wasn’t meant for you.” Her fingers loosened around the papers. The words didn’t register immediately. Sophia Dawson spoke up. “I was the one he proposed the contract to, my name is Sophia Dawson….we bear the same name dear”. Sophia’s breath caught. Everything stilled in her mind. Sophia Dawson. The other Sophia. Realization hit her like a brick.

"That was my family you tore apart and bled out!" He literally pissed himself when I said that, shaking his head violently. "No, no. I didn't know. I am so sorry. Please don't have them eat my dick. Please. I'll do anything!" "Prove that Isaac did it, and I'll think about letting you leave here whole." I told him. "He had to sign a contract for the demons. I still have it. I can make it appear if you unshackle one hand." He swore. "We're not idiots, your hands don't need to be free for you to cast magic. What did I say about lying?" I warned him, making a shadow wrap around his inner thigh and squeeze tightly.

Akuji watched me carefully, appearing surprised that I did not understand how it worked, but Demetri just turned to me to patiently explain. "It is basically an employment contract. It is similar to how when something breaks, a human doesn't just wish it fixed and then it is. They have to hire someone to fix it. When a curse is placed, a demon is contracted out to meet the terms of the curse. It appears Akuji here was assigned to your case." The way he huffed when he said her name made me happy. I no longer felt I had to worry about him lusting over the woman who sat across from us.

the shadows said, then they threw the two familiar men on the ground. “How can you control them?” the Grand Duke asked because his secret team followed my orders. “They originally came from our guild and they signed a contract that they will never harm the master of our guild no matter what generation it may be… if they ever break the said agreement, they will pay for their lives… in addition, they are demons, and you know that demons cannot break the promise that they made especially if they form the contract through blood,” I said, then I stood up, then kicked the man on the ground.

This is really starting to get on my nerves. “You were bitten twice by that demon so that has impeded your normal recovery. Those demons are much different than your standard demon. Contracted demons are only Advanced Mages who pushed too far but because of their power levels, they ‘live’ on under contract. They retain a fraction of their magic and use it to take vengeance on living Mages because they are jealous that they lost control and lost everything.” Eldon explained to us. Lovely. I hope that never happens to me. I lay there trying to remember what the demon had said to me, but my memory was hazy, and I was exhausted. “Do we know how close that demon got to camp?” I asked the group qu

"But your condition seems reasonable but I do want to make a few changes. Instead of possessing your body once, I want to possess your body with a five-hour limit." "No," Lena replied for me. "That would mean you would keep possessing her." "Until my five-hour limit is up," the demon said. Lena still shakes her head. "Two-hour limit," I negotiated. "Five-hour limit," said the demon. "Two," I said as I tried to make my tone strict and final. The demon glares. "Three-hours. That's the final offer." I sucked in a deep breath knowing that this was as far as I can push the deal. I took a minute before I agreed. The demon clapped her hands and smiled. "Great! Now, we need somewhere to put the cont

I stood still, my heart thudding against my ribs. When he was done, he buttoned the robe and met my gaze. “Come with me,” he ordered. Every corner of the mansion looked darker than before, every sound louder. It felt like walking to my own sentencing. We reached the dining room — a long table with crystal glasses and candles. Luca sat at the head, motioning for me to sit beside him. I hesitated, but his cold stare told me not to argue. On the table lay a thick folder. My eyes caught the bold letters on the front — Marriage Contract.

Victor responded with a big smile. "Here, Miya." In her heart, Miya knew that if the demon could help her get out of this problem, she'd be happy to work with them. After all, they didn't know each other. All Damian needed was a child. Miya figured it wouldn't matter either way. That's what Miya thought after she'd signed her name where Victor had pointed on the contract sheet. "We'll be there soon, Miya. Do you still want to daydream?"

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

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.