Garoto Infernal Novels & Stories

I stumbled backward, trying to shift, trying to fight, but my body wouldn't respond. "Sorry, Alpha," Garrett said, rubbing his throat. "Nothing personal." Everything went black. +++++++++ I woke to pain and the smell of sulfur. My head throbbed. My wrists were bound with silver chains that burned my skin. I was kneeling on cold stone in what looked like the catacombs beneath the fortress. But this section was different. Corrupted. The walls were covered in demonic symbols that hurt to look at. The air was thick with dark magic. And standing in front of me was a man I didn't recognize. He was tall, pale, with black eyes that reflected no light. He wore robes covered in infernal script, and po

“It’s for your wife. Father will forgive you and let you return home if you drive this dagger into her heart.” Garin couldn’t believe his ears. “What?” “You heard me, Garin. Take the dagger, kill Hannah and return home with your honour.” Zarif said with a demonic smile. Garin was furious with this offer. He was burning with rage by the fact that Lucifer would think him this desperate to return home. He put down the flaming torch and walked closer to Zarif. He stretched out his hand and reached for the dagger and just as he was about to grab it, he poured the salt in his hand into Zarif's eyes which burned him like acid.

Their long and thin tongue is stuck out as if they are already craving human flesh. The hole emits miasma nonstop as it stands as the portal to hell. Every moment, other creatures were materialized and given life. Goblins, Golems, Ghouls, Orge, Imps, Lich, Warlocks, you name it! To make everything short, everything related to the corrupted souls of Tartaro. I look at Phelan, and I see no fear on him despite the innumerable foes. Neither anyone in my pack shows fear. Instead, I see their excitement in their hazel orbs.

~ -HIM- We’re enveloped in darkness as we watch the Goatmen patrolling the way to Ishtar’s palace. Those half-human, half goat-like creatures are Ishtar’s devotees. I remember the night when Ishtar sent them to kill Nefret. It boils my blood. I saved her all the time and now she is here, to be killed on her own.

It was an intoxicating, masculine cocktail that made my head swim. He stopped inches away from me. I could feel the heat radiating off his skin, a furnace that threatened to consume me. He reached out, his large, calloused hand gripping my chin, forcing me to look up into those dark, predatory eyes. "Julio is a boy," Diego growled, his thumb brushing over my lower lip, pulling it down to reveal my teeth. "And you... you've been starving, haven't you? I've seen the way you look at me when he's not watching. I've seen the way your pussy aches just because I walked into a room."

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

“There’s no one! And I actually chose the worst day to jog in the lower part of Città dei re. They found a gangster burned to death. His organs were all… out.” “His name ends with stavo.” He said slowly. “I think it’s Gustavo.” My stomach did a full gymnastics routine. Dante only shrugged like Leonardo had just told him the weather was nice. “Probably overdue,” he muttered, unfazed. My mind went to Dante’s last sentence before he stepped into the car; Clean up this mess. That was Dante’s idea of cleanup? Fire and gutting? Leonardo kept describing the scene. He was saying something about intestines, charred flesh and Aria covered her ears, screaming.

POV - ESMEE BADEAUX "Stop it!" I scream, putting all my strength into removing Giovanni from Antonio. "Fuck you!" Giovanni barks at Antonio. He grips onto Antonio's collar and aggressively draws him up then smashes his head on the ground. Gasp and cries are heard across the church as people witness the outrageous scene. "Giovanni, Antonio!" Arial cries to both of her sons. "Boys!" Giovanni's father Diego bellows

"Tough crowd." Felix escorted him over the rocky terrain, the ominous fiery skies stretched on for miles in all directions. Zalakai glimpsed over his shoulder to the now distant fortress he made his home and the sensual caress of the women that still lingered in his mind. The sound of a deep groan as a giant trailed its way through the river of lava beside him. "Morning Garth." Zalakai called out to it. The giant turned its dead eyes on the small Demon and gave a rotted grin and a small wave of his decayed hand.

Their eyes glowed a sickly green, their faces twisted in grotesque smiles. The furies. They had found me. Terror surged through me, freezing me in place. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. My body refused to move, paralyzed by the sheer weight of their presence. The furies advanced, their whispers filling the air around me, wrapping around me like chains. “Ava… you belong to us now…” “No…” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I don’t… I don’t belong to you…” But the furies only laughed again, their voices dripping with malice. “Oh, but you do… Your soul is ours…”