The Devil's Cage Novels & Stories

It’s the place where the torture takes place. The paddles, the electric chair and the bed of torture. A bed that was draped in the colour of blood. At the centre of the room, with his back to the door, stood the devil himself. Dressed in an almost identical suit to that of the scorpion, the devil seemed like a person who was ready for a party. But that thought will undoubtedly be thrown out of the window when the Devil’s expression becomes illuminated. The devil’s green eyes were dark in anger, and he had his hands clenched into fists.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

He smiled—a slow, unsettling smile that made my blood run cold. Did I just make a deal with the devil? After signing, we traveled to his home. This time… officially as his wife.

I asked distressingly. His words were as cold as the contiguous ice, “Around the time the two had entered the cabin, a nine year old child was sacrificed at the altar of the devil.” My hands pressed my mouth as I tried to suppress the bile. He was looking at me impassively. “The rituals comprising of subscriptions to the rules of the devil, which cover many things from diet to cursing to sacrifices continued for another two hours. The final item was the signing of the Devil’s Paper. It had to be signed in the person’s blood, drawn from the left hand. At first the blood did not flow easily from his hand, so they warmed the hand with fire. Finally, Hitler signed it, inscribing himself in the ‘

I knew he would be prepared for our attack but to cage us in and shoot us full of poison was something I didn't expect. What the hell? Deveriud is really out of his mind. I need to find a way to get out of this place. After getting my bearings for a bit, I stumbled up to the cage's door, shaking it with as much power as I could muster but I wouldn't bulge. Damn. What is this cage made of? Looking through the bars, I could see the cage opposite ours where the rest of the men lay. I turned back to my pack members. I didn't know why they were still out but I guessed it's because I'm a Beta and recovered faster than them.

His wolf is locked in a cage of artificial fog, and his hand is being used to slaughter his own fated mate. "You won't survive the sunrise, Camille," Devon snarled, his voice a wet, rattling gasp as he dragged his mangled body forward through the dirt floorboards. The white medical linens wrapped around his torso were completely soaked through with fresh, dark crimson blood, but his eyes flared with a desperate, defensive heat that targeted the guards. "When the drug clears his bloodline, Marcus will tear your southern court apart stone by stone for what you have done."

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

If it weren't for that cup of water, I might never have realized she used occult means. The first time I heard the voice, I'd drunk the water she handed me. I'd hired a master to probe what was wrong, and only then learned my unborn baby carried an extra soul. It was the missing piece belonging to Ashley. The fragment could not harm us physically, but it could conjure voices that ruined lives. When I saw the shock on his face, I seized Ashley's arm and bared the scarred skin on her forearm. "This burn? She'd it had reconstructed by a doctor to impersonate me—an artificial mark to make herself look like the rescuer. Any hospital check would show it was recent."

I guessed that either the room was soundproof or I was in some remote place. I looked down at the heavy black shackles wrapped around my feet. "They're heavy." Realizing I was completely imprisoned, I thought I might die. The faceless man who had kidnapped me had, in my mind, transformed into a cruel murderer. The cruel murderer became a terrifying organ trafficker, and the organ trafficker became a grotesque cannibal who devoured people. That image changed dozens of times before the locked door finally creaked open, and a black silhouette entered. The moment he stepped in, the world twisted into black and white. It warped. Sparks crackled around his face, distorting the space.