Circle Of Hell Novels & Stories

Her eyes never fluttered away from the dark forest. She wanted to know more, she wanted to explore, see, and touch the black soil which held secrets. But she could not. They say the devil himself resides within the dense never-ending woods of that forest. Men and Women were sacrificed for their evil deeds to the god of death over the board. Stripped of their humanity and taken to hell by the evil. She felt her body shiver, the sacrifice of a villager she once saw while young. She could not imagine the pain of the people.

"As you all know we have a problem on ground. And I know you all must have gotten a snift of the cause." "I don't even need to breath to know." Jeff grumbled warily. "It's been so long. I wonder how things have changed." Allyssa sighed, leaning on Wei who dared not to object. "I highly doubt that?" Sandra shook her ear grimly. "Once a killer island, always a killer island." "You make it sound as if it's a good thing." Luna mumbled softly. "At least it's a fact." Her sister pointed out. "Have you got anything?" Emma questioned Salvador who had his nose stuck in the Gehinnom map which was dug out from the bottom of his back. Brows crunching now and then.

Scrimshawed on it was a complex circular pattern, much more skillful than the outside. The pattern was a series of concentric circles, each with runes or glyphs or just decoration that Jon couldn’t decipher. The center was an ugly face, grimacing up at the world with a pleated knife for its tongue. Two clawed hands clutched a human heart. Four squares surrounded the center, each depicting a monstrous face. Two animal skulls snarled out at the rest of the circles that were all filled with bizarre symbols. They became smaller and smaller, until you needed a microscope to see the images.

“I see.” Amuse and drawn with excitement, the door appears before her. But this time it is a different one, for its marks and symbols appear and read that there is much more to it as she will step unto its realm. The symbols tell that there is not just one, but three holders that share the same sin, somewhat the same game and manipulation from the enemy where she whispers and names the Gods itself. “Aries, Cancer, and Sagittarius.” With the door that somewhat takes the name of the Gods as its command, it slowly opens revealing the mixed colors of the prominent hue that they hold, where she smiles gladly taking the invitation, and enters the second of the last stage of the nine circles of hel

I couldn’t be blind, rogue groups tended to be unstable with leaders flip-flopping frequently. “Alright Nikko, you already know my name so let’s get down to business shall we?” Nikko nodded, “in the circle.” The circle was an ancient tradition that had been passed down. Those who spilled blood in the circle were said to be cursed with bad luck. While I myself had never seen it dad used to talk of the things that he had seen himself. I had alwasy taken it as an old wives tale but I still wouldn’t cause trouble in the circle.

"I dо nоt have the rіng Unсlе Micah. Dаd burіеd оr lost іt, hе саn't rеmеmbеr." "Then you knоw оf thе circle, Gоdfаthеr." "Yes, I hаvе bееn to entrance. It would nоt lеt mе раѕѕ. Thеrе аrе twо оthеrѕ, a trіnіtу оf сіrсlеѕ. Onе іѕ lосаtеd аt Stonehenge. It іѕ permanent, but now іѕ dоrmаnt. It wаѕ

My robes drag through twigs and leaves loudly rustling as I make my way to the clearing. “Sisters!” The Great Mother calls from her place at the altar. I step into the area directly in front of the Great Mother and the women circle around me. I’m ensnared in their trap, it’s too late to turn back now. I see the ground beneath me ripple and the air feels electric. Wind whips my hair but everything outside of the circle remains calm. The trees around us seem to stretch their limbs over us to shield us from any intruders. “I call to the Goddess Hecate! Our Maiden, our Mother, our Crone! We give our sister Ceres to you for judgment!” The Great Mother calls as the others keep the circle.

’ Layla asked quickly. ‘The Circle is everywhere, Layla. It doesn’t matter where we sleep; they can snatch us from our beds if they want to. We can’t fight them. We just have to make them believe they need us alive.’ Layla’s eyes widened, her fingers squeezing his. He didn’t want to scare her before the trial, but she had to understand why he said they were worse than Hunters. The Circle had access to the darkest magic, the vilest creatures and the most dangerous spells. It was a bad combination.

Beyond that, the trees are absolutely ancient, towering dozens of feet above my head. This place–this circle–is new. Something used to rest here–a building. A temple, perhaps. Excitement blurs my senses as I begin to search for ruins, ignoring the prickle of unease making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. A twig snaps nearby, followed by the scurrying of something larger than a rabbit but smaller than a wolf, and I jerk back to reality. I just found a hellhound, dead. It wasn’t injured. Something killed it, but how? They don’t just die of old age. They’re immortal souls trapped in bodies mutated by magic–bodies that never belonged to them in the first place.

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