Novel & Cerita Dante's Inferno Book Online

He asks, “While you think of something to choose, I’m gonna get something. Stay here.” Goldie watches Darryl walk away from him. He stands still for a moment, before looking at the books that surrounded him. He notices a book that is not much bigger than his hand. The cover is simple, with nothing but the illustration of red circles within a circle at the bottom half, and the name “Dante” written on the top half. He picks it up and inspects it, trying to read other words on the back of the book. He was able to process some of the words, but could not understand the whole paragraph.

Silence filled the building, thick and suffocating. Then the door opened slowly, the hinges groaning in protest. And through the smoke, through the fading gunpowder and blood—he appeared. Dante. He stepped into the room like a storm in human form. His entire body was soaked in blood—some of it his, most of it not. His shirt was torn, his knuckles bruised, and yet his expression was calm. Too calm. His eyes burned with a quiet rage that made the hairs on my arms stand up.

I certainly didn’t feel like this before I was ambushed. “It’s just a mild sedative and some concoction that has been passed down through generations… it stops you from shifting. I honestly had no idea if it would work,” He continued on, taking a step back, as if examining me. “but by the looks of you… it did…. We call it Inferno. I’m sure you can guess why.” He looked down on me as if he expected me to answer. My eyelids are heavy, so I close them as he continues to speak. “The word Inferno is said to have come from the Latin Language. A word used to describe the lower world, or the lower parts of Hell. Fire.” I licked my lips, feeling the split skin against my tongue. What is that, blood I

Leonard Virelli was many things—a monster, a poet, a predator—but he was not a man who died in an accidental fire. "Dante, we need to move," the driver, a man sent by Silas, muttered. Dante didn't move. He opened his personal email, one he used only for legal correspondence. At the top of the inbox was an unread message from an encrypted Swiss server. The subject line was empty. He clicked it. There was no text, only a high-resolution scan of a handwritten letter. The elegant, slanted cursive was unmistakable. "My dearest Dante, They say that fire purifies, but I say it only reveals what is indestructible. By the time you read this, the world will believe I am ash. Let them. Freedom is most

Chapter 77. Author's Pov. Dante sat on the couch in his room and his eyes pierced through the sky in a bid to find solace. A knock came in on his door and he replied curtly. "Come in. " Dan walked in and he bowed "My lord. I have a few men from the D and A clan. You might want me to use them to lure Alcantara into your doom." The room went silent for a while as Dante allowed the words to consume him, his eyes rippled into the stars and he let out a whisper at the time he found it convenient.

“Because that’s the context! I don’t know the difference between the word ‘ignus’ which could be fire or heat. And ‘flamma’ which is also heat but also passion! How am I supposed to know?” “How do you know when I tell you to take the stick out of your ass that I’m not saying to go grab your donkey and help him with his stick?” Winter pointed to the board. “The only reason I know the context is due to the other sentences on the board. They are all quotes from Dante’s Inferno. Which wasn’t even originally in Latin but Italian!”

Dante’s POV Pain. That was the first thing I registered. A deep, burning ache spreading through my torso. My head felt like it had been split open, my limbs heavy, as if lead had been poured into my veins. I forced my eyes open, the dim light stabbing through my skull. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar. The scent of clean linen, antiseptic, and something distinctly not mine filled my senses. Where the hell was I? A shadow moved beside me and Instinct took over.

Nina’s whole fur is red like flames but I can’t tell when the actual fur ends and becomes flames or if the flames are what make her fur. “Oh my…” Brenda cries in horror right before she meets her end. Soon the courtyard is in chaos with everyone screaming and fleeing from the blazing ball of inferno that’s already killed the kingdom’s Alpha, Beta’s and Gamma’s. Nina stands in the middle of courtyard that was completely packed a few minutes ago but now only has two people left. I don’t know when Terrence and Omario shifted back to their human forms but they are the only ones left here. They are standing in one corner, staring at me in disbelief.

"Something that I came across, something that didn't sit right with me." Alpha Dante's brows furrowed, his eyes narrowing as he focused his attention on the book lying before him. He reached out, his fingers trembling slightly as he opened it to the marked page. Curiosity danced in his eyes, mixed with a touch of apprehension. "What do you mean, Danciana?" he inquired, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and concern. I maintained an air of mystery, careful not to reveal my true intentions. "You should see for yourself, Alpha Dante," I replied, my voice deliberately cryptic. "The answers you seek lie within those pages."