All Chapters of The Devil's Possession: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Fingers grabbed me quicker than I could blink, digging into my jaws as his sharp nails pricked through the skin.“Shut the fuck up and let me finish.” With each word enveloped in fury, the veins on his forehead rose as his eyes narrowed on my figure. He took steps forward and the pressure of his hand forced me back until I slammed into the hard wall. I groaned. “Now then, as I was saying.” He shoved me to the side, the sheer force sending me to the floor. I cradled my throbbing elbow close to my chest and glared up at him. My veins were pumping with seethe, but I knew better than to do anything. I’m certain they’ll keep me alive for my blood, but this crazy mother fucker looks like someone who would strangle me to death without even knowing that he's strangling me to death! “That hurts, you fuck!” His gaze multiplied in intensity, flashing golden as they dug into my flesh like hot metal. I could hear his command without him having open his mouth:‘Shut the fuck up’ I pursed my lip

Kasan’s POV:A loud gunshot ripped through the air and his head quickly shifted to the side, eyes squeezing close. His heartbeat took off immediately and thumped rapidly inside his chest, his smaller body curling up before mine. I stood over him with the gun in hand, wide eyes examining the hole beside his head. Firing the gun was an impulsive move triggered by nothing but anger, yet after realizing that I’d truly taken that shot, I can’t understand why a sudden fear sprung into being. Even though it didn’t even graze him, the fact that he could’ve been dead right this moment made my chest feel as if it was being circled by vines over and over again and getting immensely tighter each time I breathed.If I’d truly shot him like I wanted, his blood would’ve painted the wall crimson, and there would be no life left in his body by now. But that’s what I want isn’t it? He deserves to die, doesn’t he? A traitor like him should die over and over again. And yet…my hands…why are they suddenl

Clara’s POV: Before they arrived at the shed:The way out of the dungeons wasn’t as difficult as we thought. Aside from those men who were sent to extract my blood, there were only a few humans loitering around, each of which Lucas and I got rid of. We then moved up a staircase and pulled open a door that led us into the basement of a mansion. It turned out we were being kept underground while above ground, the place looked like an old, abandoned mansion. “I think I’ve seen this place before.” Father murmured, eyes sweeping in all directions. “…Maybe back when I worked with the rebels?”So, it belonged to the late leader?We walked around for a bit, and my eyes didn’t fail to catch sight of framed photos of Kasan’s father along with a woman and two kids. The woman must be his mother, meanwhile, there’s no mistake that the kids are Kasan and Kenley. It seemed this mansion was their home before they became enemies. Why didn’t he get rid of them?I haven’t caught a glimpse of any photo

“Clara.” Dad’s voice sounded from the door. “What’s wrong?” I glanced at him and mom who were both throwing me worried gazes. “I’m fine, don’t worry.” I smacked Lucas’ hand away, straightening up. “Kasan.” I stepped to him, fingers hesitantly reaching out to grasp his arm. Relief flooded me when he didn’t push me away. “Its Nate…” I whispered, “Nate and Lora. They’re the traitors. I know how that looks with Lucas being her mate, but he’s not one of them, I promise you that. I don’t know who else, but I’m certain about those two. And I heard, Nate is somehow your father’s son… You know what that means, right? You can’t trust anyone, all we have is each other…you, me, mom, dad and Lucas. You’re going to kill them all, right? Then, together…let’s d---"“Did he do that to you?” Words left his lips, words that were directed at me, yet his eyes still hadn’t even touched my figure. “You mean these bruises? Well yeah but t---”“Stay.” Wait what? Stay? Stay where? Is he telling me to stay

She reached for Kenley’s chin, tilting his head over as my blood seeped into his mouth. His lips twitched against my skin, adam's apple bobbing slowly as he swallowed. He…drank it… He swallowed it…himself. Those invisible walls that kept me sealed completely disappeared the second he gulped, and as soon as I realized that my body had reverted back to me, I ripped my hand from his lips. Trembling, I held it against my chest, wide-eyes watching Kenley’s chest rise and fall. I paled. I-Its done…it’s been fucking done…! “Her eyes…they’re back…” Mom’s voice sounded just as I heard her feet make a sudden dash towards me. She dropped to the floor beside me, a sob leaving her lips as she pulled me into her embrace, hugging me close. “Y-Your blood…w-why did yo---” “Sorry.” With a face of complete gloom, I dropped my eyes from Kenley’s form, far too ashamed to look at another of my handiworks. I can hear it clearly now…his heartbeats. There’s no doubt that he drank it… right before my ey