Caballeros Del Infierno Novels & Stories

Dante had planned to follow Gabriella the same day but when he got back to the office he found some of his men waiting to talk to him, ‘Capo, abbiamo un problema con i messicani, stanno cercando di impossessarsi del nostro traffico di droga con il cartello colombiano, hanno attaccato i nostri magazzini sul molo e una mezza dozzina dei nostri uomini sono stati uccisi, hanno anche intercettato due dei nostri spedizioni e rubato la droga.' [Boss, we have a problem with the Mexicans, they are trying to take over our drug deal with the Columbian Cartel, they have attacked our Warehouses on the dock and half a dozen of our men have been killed, they have also intercepted two of our shipments and s

“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the

I was begging now and I didn’t even care, I just wanted to save Abby. I was going to ask Lucifer for more mock battles, each time with more and more people. We had no idea just how many souls would be fighting for her on the other side and needed to be prepared for anything. It could be a hundred or it could be a hundred thousand, there are countless souls in the heavens, who knows how many of them are truly desperate to get the ‘angel in Hell’ out. Lucifer looked at me with pity. “I am sorry, Damien, but I have work I need to tend to right now,” he tried to brush past me but I stopped him.

He didn’t speak—he never spoke—but his little hands reached for her, trembling. “Gabriel!” Catalina fell to her knees, pulling him into her arms. His body was warm, alive. She pressed her face to his hair and tasted salt. “I’m here. I’m here.” But another voice cut through the reunion. “Touching,” Diego Caballero drawled from the shadows. He stepped out slow, his suit pristine, his smile shark-sharp. Behind him, men cocked rifles. “A mother with her son. A sister with her brother. Tragic little family, isn’t it?”

“Are you sure you wish to hear?” “Yes,” I said. The words came out small but determined. I had to know. He spoke slowly. “The spell causes the victim to become disoriented and she will absorb the dark energy. Her thoughts will be clouded, as the spell takes hold…then the fetchers will come and carry her to their master. No one will see it happen.” “Fetchers?” Pelin repeated. The word sounded like a curse. “What are those creatures?” “They are difficult to describe,” Aziz admitted. “They are neither wholly spirit nor wholly beast. They serve those who command the darker arts. We will likely encounter them if we investigate. They operate in pairs. That makes them cunning.”

She looked at him with an eyebrow furrowed. "What do you mean?" "How do you know that your husband is kind, sweet, and amazing? Did you ever doubt him for a second?" "What do you-" "Like, you think your husband and your best friend are having a thing or something?" Daemon was trying to dig out her innermost desire. Demons have the ability to draw out the desire of humans. Much more the sinister and the darkest part of the soul of a human. But this woman is different from the others.

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

Arion looked hopeful as if I would agree. “Yeah, and we don’t hate you. How could we ever hate you?” Arrow looked confused. “Yeah, you are way too cute, and smart, and” Arion paused looking for the word. “Sexy,” Arrow said. His eyes darkened before turning back to the usual amber color. Was I in some sort of alternate universe? What was happening here? That’s it, I died. I died and this is my hell. The Hell twins like me, Darren betrayed me, yup. I’m dead and have gone to hell.

After our little duel the aura from the envoy of the underworld began to slowly seep out of the Mane Six, Sunset Shimmer & Starlight Glimmer and form into an inkling “so you’re Arnold right?” it said “yes I’m Arnold but who are you?” I asked. “I’m Julieta Cabal, the envoy of the underworld.” suddenly I heard a roar of a crimson dragon so I turned around and saw the crimson dragon “and that’s my older brother Gutierrez Tafalla “hey Arnold” said Gutierrez “hey Gutierrez and Julieta. What are you doing here?” I asked “we are here to merge our powers with yours” said Julieta I put my right hand at the Gutierrez, the Crimson Dragon “Crimson Dragon, the power of good” then I point my left hand at

If they knew how their organisation began their lives would implode. For three days I’ve been under the capture and torture of the Cabrera family. A family of venators who run the Mexican branch of the Extinguo Concillium. An organisation of humans who dedicate their lives to killing supernaturals. What began as one man’s crusade of vengeance thousands of years ago, became a global organisation operated by a bunch of racists. Let’s just call a spade a spade. It’s not as though they’re hunting down supernaturals who hurt people or commit crimes, that’s something the Delegation does. No, these sick bastards are just people who love to kill people because they’re different. They don’t care if y