Arrastrado Al Infierno Novels & Stories

“I know only this: I will not be humiliated. I will not be defeated. If the price of victory is the last scrap of my soul, then so be it. Saraphina will bow, or she will burn.” The creature leaned forward, the chains groaning, its eyes glinting like stars. “Very well. Then come closer. Let me taste your surrender.” Astra hesitated for only a breath before kneeling at the edge of the shadows. The cold seeped into her bones, a frost that crawled through her veins. Her breath misted as she whispered, “Take what you will. Leave me only vengeance.” The darkness surged, coiling around her arms, her throat, her chest. Pain seared through her body as though her blood were being replaced with ice. Sh

Her chest felt constricted again when she saw his effort to reach out to her. 'Just ignore me. Just be the bad guy totally. Why do you have to pretend like you care for me? Why did you keep confusing me? You're a scumbag, assh0le, bastard, jerk! Just stop caring about me so I know how to hate you completely,' she grumbled internally in anguish. Yet, her finger slowly opened his text message and read it.

My face looked like that of the devils you would see in horror movies and my clothes we're torn in some parts and around my neck hung an upside down cross. "What?... What is the meaning of this?! Why did you turn me into a freak?!" I yelled. "Youurrr truuue foormm." The creature replied. "Why the hell would I want to look like this?!" I asked. "You don't liiiikee itt?" The creature asked. "Of course I don..." I stopped when my eyes saw what the creature had actually written on my wall. It read: "At the age of eighteen, Lucif son of Lucifer, will reunite with his father and bring chaos and ruins to the world. This is the prophecy which can never be changed."

The helicopter flew downwards a little bit and a large banner hanging from its bottom on an eye level with the sparkly words; I know I've messed up and I believed every single thing that I heard and didn't actually listened to you. My heart still bled when I left you. I felt broken. I felt like I knew you were the right girl for me but i was lost. Now am back and I'll make you mine if you allow me to. Zainab will you be mine?

My elbow only brushes a bar and I gasp as pain roast my arm. *"This is your fault!"* Cicilia snarls. *"If you hadn't been with that blood sucker , I'd still be sleeping! Now we're both going to die in this cage!"* "I'm sorry," I whisper. *"Sorry doesn't help us! We need to get out! We need to hell hole!"* "How? The bars are silver, we can't touch them without turning to barbecue" *"Then let me shift! I can break through the pain!"*

- I ask him. - I don't know. I got dizzy and sleepy. But what do you think about going to my uncle's pack with me? - I'm too old for pack changes. Do you hate coming with me so much, Angel? The two of us, side by side, can run free in the forest. I lost my mate. You reject yours. We are just two mateless men. Nothing holds us anywhere. - I need to go to the bathroom and wash my face. - Angel says, getting up, but falls to the ground senseless.

When he got to where I was, he held out the tool for me to see clearly "Please." I continued struggling against the bindings desperately. When he reached out to grab my arm, I suddenly froze, closing my eyes and turning my face away. "You Thompsons have heartlessly killed so many of our kind. You killed even those who never killed a human for centuries. You've tortured us and hunted us like Prey." Venom dripped from his voice. The darkness in his eyes intensified as he trailed the knife over my skin teasingly. I couldn't stop trembling in utter terror.

Drowned in betrayal. Suffocated by despair.

For heaven's sake, she loved me… she still does, I could feel it even in hatred. I’d make things right. I promise. “My Air…” I choked out. “I-It’s freezing… t-they’ve been injecting me, I-I can’t feel my mind anymore… I-I have to make things right, we have a deal… I-I…” The sting dotted my body, teasing my consciousness. I landed face-first, battling the drug, as a thick blanket of darkness clouded my eyes. “Homicida est!” one of my captors jabbered in Latin. (He’s a killer.)

he tells me then tits his head to the carnage I left in the middle of the room. I slump into his shoulder and just breath, I feel like my lungs haven't had a proper breath since walking away from my dad's body. My heart feels heavy for my lose but somehow alive, it's all because of the man who's holding me tight to his chest while giving out orders. "My condolences Miss Diabla for your loss" says a man with a heavy Spanish accent. "The Castro. The San Torino and The Belmura Families all stand at your side, we will have allies' contracts drawn and send for you agreement in the next few days"