The Demonic Contract Novels & Stories

His implication was that two billion dollars was the highest he could offer. She didn't need to read the contract to know what it was all about. It was a contract she had rejected merely a day ago and here it was before her again. It was almost as though the man was a phantom, haunting her for as long she did not give in to whatever it wanted.

I said before I looked at him with a serious eyes. “Give me the contract,” I added. He gave me the contract, I didn’t read it since it’s quite long and I just put my signature on the end of the contract. Paul don’t deserve that girl knowing her attitude when she’s in front of their parents. Paul deserve someone who’s nice with or without problem especially when they are in front of their parents. “Are you sure?” he asked. “My friend is waiting for me,” I said instead of answering his question. “O-oh yeah, sorry.” He started the engine.

Adrien stood in the doorway, and whatever was on my face must have told him everything, because his own expression shifted instantly from surprise to something closer to dread. "What is this?" I asked. My voice didn't sound like mine. "Put it down." "What is this, Adrien?" He crossed the room and took the folder gently from my hands, like it might break, like I might. "It's not what you think." "Then tell me what it is." My chest was tight, my thoughts scattering in six directions at once. "Because it has my name on it. My old address. A contract I signed five years ago that I was told-" My voice cracked. "That I was told would never follow me anywhere."

I don’t know what I’m expecting, but what I see on the header is beyond my basic reason. “Soul contract,” I read aloud questioningly. “What does that mean?” He doesn’t respond so I keep reading. The official contract between the human soul giver and the demon, Logan. This agreement shall be signed or stamped on the basis that the soul giver understands and confirms the following terms: Party A: I declare myself of sound physical and mental health, and in the perfect state of mind to comprehend the understated requirements and conditions. I am not under any form of duress or coercion to pay heed to this agreement.

He was trapped in the corner now, but at least he was standing. "You see, I need you to be a good boy and cum for me. I'm under contract to suck out your soul and return to my Master. I've done this dozens of time." Lily pulled a nail file from thin air, twirling it in her hand. "However, I can't kill you until you fuck me. That's demonology 101. If I take a mortal life outside of the bounds of my contract, I end up as dust, a victim of the Divine. If you don't fuck me, I have to trap you here for roughly six years, or until the poison I hit you with wears off."

“CONTRACT WYTH INCUBI: Should a Mortal woman desyre sexual power over men, she may bind herself to an Incubus. This, however, is duly advysed against, being altogether foolysh. A Mark is placed upon her, and the Incubus partially feeds off the sexual enyrgies derived from congress. But that is not the onlie thing he feeds off of. The Mortal in qwestion will begin to find herself divorced from realitie as the Incubus drains her of her life force. If the contract with the daemon is not ended and he is not banished in due time, the Mortal may enter grave peril. Improper banishment can result in a vengefyl daemon.” Vengefyl daemon? More like cold-blooded psycho killer. I stared out, upon

Clara watched it with trepidation, it was a reminder that she was making a deal with something otherworldly. “Clara, you need to agree to this,” he told her. “This is the contract ceremony.” “I, Clara Kennedy promise to hand over my soul to Caiden in return for revenge when the time is right,” she declared. The pentagram glowed purple and then disappeared. It was like it had never been there. Caiden released her hand and the full gravity of what she had done hit her. She had made a binding contract with a demon for her soul. There was no going back now.

His two hands rested by his side and when he opened his mouth to speak, he did so through previously gritted teeth. "I called you here because I want to nullify this contract." Arabella's heart jumped in her chest. She looked down at the book and back at him again. Her eyes widened in shock and her jaw felt as though it would drop to the ground. She waited to see the coy smile on his face, the one that would indicate that all he had said was a joke, but it never came. He wasn't joking or playing pranks. "I secured the contract with a demon bond. It is like a string around my chest. And since you are avoiding me..." He paused to sigh, then began again.

I ask once more, yearning for the confirmation. "No. I won't kill Alex." he spits, his eyes flashing black for a split second. "Then, we have a deal." I sigh, looking over at the demon. The demon slides open the giant cell door. "Wonderful." he says and snaps his fingers, "The contract is final. You do what I say and I don't kill your pup. Happy?" I step out of the cell, wringing my hands in front of me. I award him a slight nod and he turns to leave.

I licked my lips, “How do you all know there was a demon or devil?” He snickered sarcastically, “Initially, no one would believe that but when you live your life as a Vincenzo, you start to believe the contract is real.” He stopped, “It’s more like a curse really. Everyone calls it a curse…” “...” Soft wind blew, making my hair come to my face so I tucked them behind my ear again, “Do you know what the contract says?” He nodded, “Wealth, power, fame,” He clicked his tongue, “In exchange for tormenting misery.” He glanced at the church, “A bit of added twisted personality too.”