Ribblood

If you could gain power, wealth, or prestige, but at the price of your soul, would you accept the deal?

Humanity continues on to day-to-day life, oblivious of the supernatural creatures that lurk in the dark.

Being attacked by one of these creatures, Jayce Price was given a choice, sell his soul or die as a human, picking one of the options, multiple messages appeared in front of him.

[ You have acquired the System ]
[ Current Demonic Synchronization 0.00% ]
[ Increasing Demonic Synchronization ]

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Author here,
As this is my first ever novel I would appreciate constructive criticism to help improve the quality of the novel. Hoping to improve the quality as I write more so please feel free to state your opinions on the matter. It would be most appreciated if you could support my novel in any way you can, every contribution toward a goal is valuable, regardless of how small it may be.
Also, special thanks to J.G. for the artwork!

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My Demonic Contract

A smile formed on Jayce's mouth as he collapsed down to his knees, clenching his chest.

'Fuck, that hurt,' He thought, wiping the blood off his lips.

He had been abusing his magic far too much, and he was now suffering the consequences for doing so. Honestly, he should count himself lucky that the supernatural didn't notice his weakened state when it was running away.

The supposed "shapeshifter" was still in the building, probably hiding somewhere amongst the crowd. He needed to get Amaya out and somewhere safer until he could figure out what the hell a shapeshifter was.

Pushing through the pain, he grabbed a sink and pulled himself off the ground.

"Can you stand?" Jayce asked, reaching his hand out to Amaya.

Next Time