Garoto Infernal Novels & Stories

This one question rang in his ears. "Stop it! please stop it." Satan yelled with his bloodshot eyes. He looked vulnerable. Satan dragged his numb limbs to the console table and drew out a small bottle. He then emptied the whole bottle in one gulp. After twenty minutes, Satan was back to his usual self, but the sweat from his agony and hatred was still there. "Life is a curse." Satan mumbled and slumped down on the cold floor with his eyes closed.

“Shall I introduce myself once more?” Drawing a sinister smile unto his face, he proudly presents them his very identity. To the God that held him as IT’s holder, but with the flame that is neither an ally nor a foe. He is the cursed child, the cursed twin, and branded as Satan’s son with the blue flame he holds. “Arthur Gomez, holder of the elemental flame, Satan’s son as you all know and brand me be. The Maiden’s destined partner and Daniela’s twin.”

I DARE YOU TO COMMENT ON EVERY PARAGRAPH. I LOVE YOU❤ BORNO EMIRATE COUNCIL. Umar ibn Garbai El-Kanemi stared at himself in the mirror trying to gouge out anything that will stop any lady from liking him to the point of not getting married to him. He finally has his eyes set on another woman after so many years of being in a loveless marriage. He wants to try something new, something his father has always opened their eyes for. Being married and happily married to your spouse who equally shares the same feeling as you do, would do anything for you not just a selfish one having you for her motive is different.

Only my little jewel would sass the king of all vampires. “That’s a lot of attitude for such a little body.” One of his guy's states. “I’ll show you some fucking attitude.” Ty snarks. “Ok, I think introductions are in order,” Dad announces. “Sorry Grayston, I am Haratio king of all vampires and this is my beta Lazarthio and my gamma Nephalitium.” Haratio says.

"He was loyal to Magnus. He wouldn't have willingly come with us." Brand could see his brother pondering this information and what to do with it. Finally, Brodi started barking out orders. "Tell us what he looks like, Brother. Gunnar, go round up the new warriors. They can help us look. They will know his mind better than any of us. Finn, you and Asta see if you can find a trail." He paused before ending with, "I have a feeling he smells like brine and leather." Brand gave the description, then everyone hurried off on their assigned missions. Brand lay a hand on his brother's shoulder as he passed. "We will find him, Brother. I will bring him back to you. And this Illgjarn (evil-hearted) pup

"Because I'm serious now!" Garo tore off his black robe, revealing a brown Venomsteel Plate underneath. It was crawling with many poisonous creatures. Everyone assumed Garo's strength lay in combat prowess. But as a witch doctor, his specialty was actually in curses and hexes. Close-quarter combat was, in actuality, his weakness. "Now this is my true power! Repent for your earlier disrespect! You've already missed your chance for a painless death!" Garo snapped his fingers, and immediately, dark clouds gathered in the sky.

The torches burned low in the dungeon that night, shadows crawling across the stone walls like restless ghosts. The screams from earlier had faded, leaving only silence, and the faint drip of water echoing from the ceiling. Garrett sat slumped against the iron pillar, his arms bound in silver chains that had already seared half-moon marks into his wrists. He looked different now, the proud and mighty Beta of the Dark Moon pack reduced to a bruised, hollow-eyed man. But there was still a dangerous glint in his stare. It was the glint of a wolf that refused to die quietly.

One bullet between his eyes. The pallet from the gun sparks with the arcane spell drafted on its surface. The purple electric current surges through his small body briefly. With the captain’s other hand, she holsters her sword and then his pistole. The three are now in the hallway in front of the cell. Gazes looming in the eyes of a half-alive Vetra. Vetra cannot speak or form such words from the drugs and toxins that correlate within her body. Garth looks at her and then turns his vision to the lifeless corpse. “You know, you disobeyed the rule of parlay, right captain?” A scoff breaches from the captain’s mouth. She looms over at Vetra and speaks in a humbled manner. “The piss cunt isn’t a

Azrathor carried his freshly marked sacrifice through the burning rift without ceremony. The abandoned chapel dissolved behind them as they plunged into the infernal realm. Elara’s body still leaked thick ropes of his molten cum, her belly slightly bloated, glowing runes pulsing across her skin. The faint reddish tint had deepened. Her nipples were now permanently dark crimson, her clit swollen and throbbing, and her hazel eyes flickered with hellfire.

Garam didn’t move as we pounded swiftly towards him. He stood at the far edge of the rooftop, robes billowing like wings, arms still folded across his chest, and his grin unwavering. Behind him, shadows coiled and thickened, growing taller and broader, forming the outline of a monstrous beast made of pure darkness. It was horned, fanged, with eyes like burning coals. “You think you can stop me?” Garam called out, his voice carrying over the storm. “You’re insects compared to me and I will crush you beneath my heel," he added, his grin dark.