Circle Of Hell Novels & Stories

We took Nivi to hospital and waited for her test results. Each and every second I stood outside of every test room was like I am passing through an eternity. Under me it was hell of fire where I was burning in that. There is no hell or heaven after death it's all in our life. Now I am getting all punishments for what aI did to that girl and I am in hell. Like my naani said bad people will treated very badly in hell by burning alive in fire.

He too looked displeased, and they all stared at the chaos we had done. All three gazes landed on me, and even the War Demon shrunk back from their gazes, a small sound escaping it. They wasted no time, surrounding me, as Lucifer placed a hand on my shoulder, the Devil, and Satan moving towards the allies. "You are coming with me." he said, and in an instant, I was away from earth, entering the 9th circle of Hell. There are nine circles of hell, the only mortal by the name of Dante having described it perfectly. Each circle represents where certain spirits are thrown to, from limbo to treachery.

I gave him an annoyed smile. “This way.” Pops called us. We have a carriage that looks like a giant skull and is being pulled by black goats. “Where are we? I mean on what specific spot in hell we are now?” I said, just to avoid any sarcastic remarks from Seth. “We are in Limbo. This is the first circle and the most peaceful part of hell. It is mostly where people who didn't have the chance to be baptized but are technically good people when they are living, go. As well as people who are waiting for their specific destination here in Hell. It is also located at top of the hierarchy, so when forgiven souls have been granted a chance to go up, the angels pick them up here.” Gran explained as w

Without any command, twelve men in black cloaks began to surround the pentacle, chanting the same words, the Mistress is speaking. In no time, the ground shook as though it's breaking into half followed by the sweltering air which came from the forming fissures, tracing the pentacle sign wherein Tomoya and Takumi are in. Astoundingly, Tomoya did not panic. He only watched the ground around him crack and fall down to small pieces underneath him to which humans identify as hell. Piercing cries reverberated, bringing the entire locus, counting the air and any life forms to shake; indicating the arrival of a formidable yet ghastly being.

When she finished, I started again, tracing the third circle on the drawing with my finger, smudging the lead into the paper. “This ring is called the snare. There will be physical traps, roots, magic, and holes made to fall through so big they can’t get out on their own. If they manage to make it through the snare, they will be led into the fourth ring, the hunt. The hunt is the ring where your men hunt them down, killing them. If they manage to make it through the hunt, the next circle is called the mirror. It uses the same magic that hides Solaris from those who don’t belong here. It will lead them in circles, convincing them they are coming closer to what they desire most until they are

Orion's jaw tightened. "No..." The door opened. Evelyn entered. "What happened?" Orion slid the letter across the table. She examined the symbol. At first she looked confused. Then her face lost color. Immediately. "Oh God." "You recognize it." It wasn't a question. Evelyn nodded slowly. "The Circle." Silence. Orion closed his eyes. The name alone felt poisonous. "The Circle was supposed to be dead." "So was Genesis." Neither found comfort in the answer. The next morning arrived far too quickly.

He described it as a conduit, allowing the Circle to manipulate the flow of magic, to control minds, and to shape events. The information, though cryptic, pointed towards a new enemy, one far more formidable than the Shadow Stalkers. The Obsidian Circle wasn’t simply a historical anomaly; it was a living, breathing threat, manipulating events from the shadows, pulling strings of power and influence across the land. They had used Rhys as a pawn in their larger game, exploiting his grief and turning him against his people.

The Circle of Binding wasn’t on any map. According to Kael, even Mira Hale had rarely spoken of it aloud. It was sacred, dangerous, and meant only for moments when the forest itself needed to choose not just who ruled, but who was worthy. And now, it was calling to Ari.

Everyone rose. Even Ezra. And as they headed for the ship, Ophelia paused beside Carl. “If I lose control,” she said softly, “don’t try to save me.” Carl’s jaw tightened. “I’m not losing you again.” But deep inside… They both knew what was coming. The Core wasn’t a building. It was a wound. A spiraling, subterranean network of bio-mechanical veins, pulsing with psychic radiation. It was the place the Circle had used to create — and erase — lives.

“I don’t understand. Who’s doing this? Why now?” Her mother hesitated. “The Circle,” she whispered. “They’re watching you. Watching all of us. And they’ve been watching you... since you were born.” Evelyn’s blood ran cold. Damian stepped forward, his face hardening. “The Circle is the real threat. They’ve been behind every experiment, every corrupted facility, every mistake. They’re the ones pulling the strings, Evelyn. And right now, they have one goal: power. Absolute control.” Evelyn felt her head spin. The words didn’t make sense. The pieces were too jumbled. But one thing was clear—the Circle, whatever it was, was far more dangerous than she had ever imagined. And her mother... her moth