Circle Of Hell Novels & Stories

Some part of the hedge seemed to close in over the top, making the passageway dark and cold, and it was always a relief to walk back into the warm and sunny part of the path. As Millie got to the first turning, she wondered if she should go on. Almost immediately there were turns left and right; she looked further on, there was no point going right from here the hedge went about ten feet and then stopped in a dead-end, and there was a pretty statue of a nude on a plinth in the centre of its curve. Gabriel scratched his head with one of his drumsticks; they were sitting in the control room of their woodland studio. "A party, here?"

"The Obsidian Circle is not a group of malevolent sorcerers; they are controlled by demons, led by the powerful Demon Queen herself. Their darkness is a beacon that threatens to consume our realm." Countess Kaerlia listened intently, her expression growing graver. "We must identify the members of this Obsidian Circle. How can we distinguish them from others?” I nodded and replied, "They are not entirely werewolves anymore. They are undead beings possessed by demons, and they bear a hex sign on the back of their necks. This mark is a symbol of their allegiance to the dark forces they serve. We must find a way to destroy them." Countess Kaerlia considered the information, realizing the gravity

The smell of the crisp waves at sea flows up into the air and waivers between the noses of men and women alike. The Circle is a place with uncharted mystery and a domain where only the truly evil resides in the dark below. Its three pillars float within the sky itself like most massive lands within sky world. These columns are thick enough to house the people that call the three floating islands home. All three of the stations are made from rock but crafted in a cytometrical way. The bottom of the pillars is sharp, pointy, and small while going upward, the column becomes wider with more and more space. Beneath the foundation of each rest a stormbellow that constantly is in a state of movemen

Found who I am. Incantation: Fire, Earth, Metal, Air, Water and Blood. By these elements, we bind the circle, and follow in the steps of our ancestors; who pledged themselves to fight against the forces of darkness. When evil assails us, when fear weakens us, when descent threatens us, in the circle we will find our power. We come to this place alone, but leave bound as one. With this oath, our journey begins together. Do you accept the circle?

these suicides, unique among the dead, will not be corporally resurrected after the Final Judgement since they threw their bodies away; instead, they will maintain their bushy form, with their own corpses hanging from the thorny limbs He did not waste time observing their sufferings. He just headed on the Eighth Circle, called Malebolge ("Evil ditches"): the upper half of the Hell of the Fraudulent and Malicious. The Eighth Circle is a large funnel of stone shaped like an amphitheater around which run a series of ten deep, narrow, concentric ditches or trenches called bolge (singular: bolgia). Within these ditches are punished those guilty of Simple Fraud. From the foot of the Great Cliff to

My name is Abigail Lynn Hale, I was eighteen when I fell in love with a demon and followed him to the realm of the dead to live happily ever after with him. While there, I met a Goddess who wanted the same thing as myself - equality for all the souls. Together, we devised a plan to destroy the system of Heaven and Hell and create a single realm for every soul to inhabit and receive the afterlife that they deserve based on the seven deadly sins, and with strategy and will, we successfully created this new realm, we named it Mercy.

ELLA “What the fuck is that thing?" Tristan asked, his voice carrying the awe and surprise we all felt. The large circle was the size of a small football field. The land strips around it looked like they had been lynched of all life. The circle glowed a pulsing red, dark and ominous, like something from a horror movie. "A circle," Wendy said, her voice shaky. I couldn't even speak. "I can see that it's a fucking circle, Carter. But what exactly is it?!"

“We can’t change the past. But we can stop this before it goes any further. Help us. Tell us what we need to know.” For a moment, I thought she might break. Her shoulders sagged slightly, and her gaze softened. But then she straightened, her defiance returning like a shield. “They’ll kill me if I talk,” she said, her voice trembling. “And they’ll kill all of you, too. Your pack, your families… none of you will survive.” “Who?” Jake demanded, his patience wearing thin. “Who are they?” Esther hesitated, her eyes darting between us. Finally, she exhaled, her resolve crumbling. “They call themselves the Shadow Circle. A coven of witches older than any of you can comprehend. They’ve been gatherin

He called out my name, and I threw open my eyes to see Joseph Black-Moon standing close to me in the circle, clutching his head. “Argh!” I screamed, causing Halle’s eyes to open. “He is here! The prin... Joseph Black-Moon!” “It is an illusion, Bella!” Halle said, then continued chanting. I stared at Hazel, whose face was ridden with fear, but she did nothing except continue her spell. The area became windy, and I looked around to see Hazel’s parents standing behind her. “It is not real! Nothing can enter this circle without getting hurt. Close your eyes if you must!” Halle yelled, and Hazel squeezed her eyes shut.

Erzelus’s POV I looked at the dreaded, infamous Macabantran cells and their central arena, which once stood as a symbol of power, control and malice of Macabantrah and Wengarthria. These ancient dungeons are in the heart of the seventh circle of hell, a place feared by all. These dungeons are now saturated with a melee of trampled and desecrated carcasses of fallen demons, which were lying scattered and mutilated across the arena. The stench of sweat and death was suffocating while blood poured from every little corner as if someone had opened the tap. The arena where I stood enslaved by Nahevra just moments ago. The arena where she pitched me to fight against