Which English Translation Of The Divine Comedy Is Most Faithful To Dante’S Italian?

My wife, Cassia, was a wood nymph. A cursed one. Forbidden to love mortals. But she fell for me anyway. Every time her heart fluttered for me, the gods struck her down with agony. She willingly endured that torture ninety-nine times just for a chance to be with me. Then, demons dragged me to Tartarus. Hellfire and whips became my sun and moon. Right as I was about to break, I remembered a prayer Cassia taught me—a desperate whisper to the gods. It finally worked. But instead of help, I heard Cassia talking to her patron goddess, Hecate. "Cassia, how could you bargain with the Furies? You let them drag Aiden to Tartarus!" Cassia's voice choked with desperate tears. "Adonis was supposed to suffer this fate. But he's a fragile mortal. This would destroy his soul! I had no choice if I wanted to save him." "Aiden is a child of prophecy. His soul is strong. The Fates watch over him. He'll survive." "Once I save Adonis, I can stay in the mortal realm forever. Then, I'll use my eternal life and all my love to repay the hell he's enduring for me." My heart shattered. As the monsters closed in on me, I stopped fighting. I gave up.

"Dante" His breezy baritone swept across the carriage sending me to a jolt. "The name's Dante" He added as if to reassure me. I was on my way to an unknown Pack, it's funny how I was a Princess in my father's Palace in Arazona one day and the next, I'm being sold off to a beastial pack as a bride. I knew my place, surely, I was naive but not stupid. My life and death depended on him from the day of that horrible wedding, the moment we set off in the carriage my life was sealed with his, and the moment he looked into my eyes with the untamed, fiery and strong gaze, I feared I would lose my sanity and heart too. My heart was the border line, anything but my heart could be taken from me, I suddenly have the urge to tame him, My Alpha.

The most dangerous way to end a blood feud between two families is by uniting them. Helena Rossetti and Salvatore Di Sante are the price of this unholy truce. They are fire and ice. She is a fool, sheltered and believing in the inherent good of people. He is a predator, scarred by the world’s rot, fueled by grief and a burning need for vengeance. Salvatore enters this devil’s bargain with one goal: to make his new bride pay—and suffer—for her father’s sins, ensuring her life is a living hell, just as his has been for two years. Helena is determined to survive the gilded cage she’s trapped in, but Salvatore is relentless, intent on stripping her of everything. But under the weight of their forced proximity, a dangerous spark ignites. They will discover that opposite poles don't just attract—they clash violently. Now, they must choose: fight the consuming intensity of their attraction, or surrender to a passion that guarantees mutual destruction.

As you know, angels are at the head of the good mortal world, and demons rule the ball in hell. But the angels are not as kind as the people of the church have always made them out to be. The human race is not so important to them. And now, in their wars for our souls, they have completely forgotten about us. But people like me don't consider themselves to be ordinary people. We live twice, and sometimes three times more than ordinary people are allowed to live. Our society is called the priests of Ultima. That's all we want to tell about our world...

Araceli has spent her entire life sheltered within the church, raised under the watchful and rather twisted guidance of Father Ambrose who was like the only family she has ever known. But just after turning eighteen, she is given away to a man she believes is the great love God has destined for her. With unwavering faith and a heart full of hope, she steps into what she thinks is her wedding, only to be humiliated when she discovers the truth. The man she was promised to is marrying someone else. Shattered and alone, she flees into the unknown, desperate for refuge. That’s when she crosses paths with Luciano Salvatore. To her innocent eyes, he seems like a savior. But Araceli has unknowingly walked straight into the arms of the devil himself. And the devil has no intention of letting her go. What started as a mere intrigue grows into a deep desire and dark obsession that makes a man go mad and go to insane lengths to keep his little saint by him.

She can see the chains on his soul. He can't see the knife in her hand. Seraphina Luca has spent her whole life watching powerful men wear invisible chains they don't know exist—contracts written in shadow, binding their souls to an ancient debt. She never asked for this gift. It's only made her isolated and alone. Then Dante Romano stole her father's soul to burn his own contract. He's the most feared name in the underworld—cold, ruthless, and utterly convinced the ends justify the means. Seraphina should want him dead. God, she wants him dead. She also can't stop watching the way he flinches when someone calls him a monster. Like some small, starving part of him agrees. When she's pulled into his world, the attraction is immediate and electric. He sees her as leverage. She sees him as the man who destroyed her family. They circle each other, testing and taunting, until the wall between hatred and hunger crumbles. She falls into bed with the man who orphaned her—and hates herself for wanting to stay. But the clock is ticking. The ancient god who holds their contracts is dying. Someone is planning a massacre that will shatter the system forever. Seraphina has one choice: help Dante burn it all down, or watch everything she loves disappear. She can't have vengeance and love. She can't save the world and save herself. She has to pick one.