The Devil's Cage Novels & Stories

Well if he said he would come back for it, then she'll have to keep it safe for him. ****************************** "Arghhh!" George yelled out in pain. It had become glaringly obvious that the Lycans were maniacs. Every day, he would get tortured and when he was unable to answer their questions, they tortured him the more. He begged and cried but Cage wouldn't stop. "Does Lara know you're the devil?" He asked Cage. "I'll take that as a compliment," Cage grinned and whipped George's back time and time again. "I won't get tired so I'll advise you to give me a name," Cage warned him. He was enjoying torturing George. He wanted him to feel what Lara had felt every time he abused her.

When we arrived at the well lit arena, I was shocked to see what used to be a training ground turn into a cemetery hosting dead bodies. “Dante Moretti.” I muttered between closed teeth. “Salvatore.” I heard someone calling. My anger resurfaced, the time to the brim. I glanced to where the spectators usually sit and watch the fight and there he was, seated like a king between two guards. Suddenly, my eyes darted to the figure beside him. I was burning with fury when it fell on Fabien crouched to the floor like a dog, a chain hanging around his neck, extending down to his hands. He had been bound by Dante with no hope of survival.

Sagon licked his lips, "so I decided to snatch her away - both before and after the ceremony started. " "If you want to take her back, you'd better find a dark cage to lock her up, hide her in a place no one knows about, and don't even let me smell it, or else a hundred or a thousand times, I'll still snatch her away from under your nose - that's the devil's desire and nature, I I can't control it, you should know that, right? Eh, no, do you really know?"

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.

And something far worse waiting just beyond the veil—watching, waiting, calculating. She squeezed Dante’s hand. “We face them together,” she said. “Until the end,” he vowed. “No,” she said with a soft smile. “This is just the beginning.” Then the Gate ignited fully, casting the chamber in crimson and gold. And the Devil’s obsession? She no longer feared it She was ready to become it.

“Well I've never seen beauty quite like that. The deal is yours, Diavolo. I'll even add an extra five hundred million dollars for it to become a billion dollar deal.” “Whats the catch?” “I want the girl.” My stomach flipped as I saw the devil cosplayer rise to his feet. He said something I wasn't fast enough to catch, but on closer inspection, I realized he was talking into the plug he had on. The curtain began to close. I was helped out of the glass. Before I could blink, everyone backstage had disappeared. I heard footsteps behind me and on turning, I saw the devil. “Well played.’’ He clapped. “You can’t sell me!’’ I blurted in panic.

James opened the back door and gestured for Aiden to get in. The drive was silent and uncomfortable. Aiden kept his eyes on the window, watching the city give way to suburbs, then to larger properties with gates and security cameras. When they finally pulled up to the massive iron gate, Aiden's stomach dropped. He was back to the manor. The same one where he was being held hostage, where Vito had made him sign away everything. The gate opened, and they drove up the long driveway lined with trees. When James parked and turned off the engine, Aiden just sat there for a moment.

The gun never left his hand, a single shot echoed through the warehouse, and Antonio crumpled to the floor. Dead. The bullet landed in between his eyes,that was the famous dead-shot Dominic was known for. He swiped a speck of Antonio's blood off his watch. He lowered his gun gently and smirked He inspected the body a little and pushed it with his shoe so it turned to it's side. Antonio was no more. Dead. Cold within seconds all because of ”The devil”. “Pack it up and send it to his clan”he muttered, turned and walked out.

“It’s a tough choice. Maybe I should try both of you out one more time before I give you a final verdict?” Aaron closed his eyes, suppressing the urge to strangle her. He let out a cold, sharp laugh. “Have you ever seen an angel with plucked wings? Or maybe a dried-out angel?” Zoe instinctively imagined Ryan being hung up like a piece of beef jerky or a plucked chicken. It was a pathetic mental image. She shivered and shook her head. “I was right. You’re a devil. A mean, cruel devil.” Aaron gave her backside a sharp, warning pinch. “I’m letting you off the hook because you’re exhausted. But listen to me, baby—don’t test my patience. I’m not as nice as I look.”