Dan Brown Inferno Audiobook Novels & Stories

He pulled the pages open and began reading ‘Dante’s Inferno’. “Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita, mi ritrovai per una selva oscura, ché la diritta via era smarrita.” Giovanni read the words, his baritone voice gravelled over each syllable. His chest rumbled, vibrating under his deep tone. “Ahi quanto a dir qual era è cosa dura, esta selva selvaggia e aspra e forte, che nel pensier rinova la paura!” Giovanni’s fingers continued to comb through my hair, my eyes growing heavy as I listened to the sweet italian poem that fell from his lips.

"Above that is the hole in the top of the volcano." I can't believe we're about to find what we need. "Let's go in, this place feels different," Stefano promised. The once arrogant person is now serious and the alarm is evident on his face. Take a step...I will eat you... I was suddenly terrified because of the voice I heard as if it had been pulled out of the pit. I turned around and it was impossible that the sentinels had done it. Its voice was not human. "There is someone here. Pull out your swords. Ales, come here. Stand behind me." Elijah promised me.

He clenched his fist and stepped a little closer towards the boulder, his booted feet making a depression on the black sand. The Encyclopedia of Demons or popularly known as the Dictionnaire Infernal is the book Marcus had found in the Vatican Archives that talked about the demon with blue and violet flames. It may not have given a fitting picture of what the hellish entity looked like, but it was able to provide enough information for him to use.

Because disobedience meant death. And maybe worse. --- Far in the distance, the last of Kael’s convoy sped through the forest roads, tires grinding against wet gravel, engines humming like shadows fleeing the storm. Inside the Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, Kael sat in the passenger seat, the ancient tome resting on his lap. The Book of Damned. Bound in something no one dared identify. Etched with runes that seemed to slither under the eye. Heavy as if filled with the weight of every soul it condemned.

It was beyond their knowledge. Clearing his throat, Zadicus began to say, telling them. “Tales of Grievances, Page 1, Dimension of Katastrofi is an imitation of inferno. It was a devilishly long path, an abyss. Unspeakable blasphemy resides there, no human should extend their steps towards a portion of His World. Return. Return. Return.” Tristan and Huzefa eyes widened in appall, not expecting Zadicus would have known about this. What he read about decades ago was now before him.

I froze. “Hello?” I whispered, even though I didn’t mean to. My voice sounded too loud in the small room. No answer. I slid off the small bed slowly and walked toward the door. Bare feet on cold ground. I pressed my ear against the metal. And that’s when I heard it again. A sound. Faint. Like… shouting? Or maybe I imagined it. My chest tightened. “I don’t like this…” The dungeon suddenly felt smaller. Like the walls were closing in.

Daniella just smiled silently. Darwin waited outside the forest for a few minutes, and the point where Daniella stood began to glow a bright orange color. Daniella slowly stepped out of the forest, and her hands and legs caught fire. She walked out of the forest completely, and her entire body went up in bright orange flames. Darwin just stared at her silently as his heartbeat slowed down. “I know you're feeling really disappointed. Maybe I'll just retu-” Daniella was about to speak when she felt Darwin's palm on her cheek.

SERIES NAME : BORN BY POWER SEQUEL NAME : UP RISE OF HELL (BOOK 2) CHAPTER 12 : DARK MATTERS OF ONE 2015, HELL. Seen in a vast void with nothing in existence, John yelled. "Aaron!" Having no response, his voice echoed across the walls of hell and thus, there was perhaps no possible explanation of how he arrived to where ever he was at.

“We’re not finished.” “Daniella?” the voice called again, the doorknob rattling. “Is the latch on? The door is stuck.” I looked at the door, then back at the man currently buried inside me, and realized with a sickening, erotic jolt. That we were playing with fire on the most important day of my life. And I never wanted it to end.

Something the world would notice. Koa ran a hand through his hair. “Inferno… when will they arrive?” Inferno looked past the treeline, toward distant mountains glowing faintly under moonlight. “They are already walking toward us.” A chill ran down my spine. Lucien hissed softly. Esme muttered, “Goddess preserve us.” Darian whispered, “Holy shit.” I stepped closer to Inferno...Alejandro..and laid my hand over his heart. His chest rose under my palm. Heat surged through my skin. Alejandro’s presence stirred beneath the surface, warm, steady, grounding.