Garoto Infernal Novels & Stories

As much as he was annoyed, he can't seem to shake off his babysitter even if he was a thousand-year-old. "Well then, go ahead and work in my stead now, Dom. I just want to be laid and be indulged in the sins of the world. Truly, the earth is fascinating and full of cardinal sins that it was delicious that I needed more," he said with a smile on his face, and Dom just shrugged his shoulders with a smile. Daemon left the place and walked away and was about to teleport to a place but then he passed by a woman who got his interest. A woman who is quite rather plain, wearing an oversized hoodie and pants. Quite different from the woman who always sees. But the reason why she got his interest is t

Dark and empty with nothing to see. "Is this my grave?" She asked herself. She sat on the edge of the pit and swung her legs, as she laid back and looked straight to the sky. She traced every bit of the star decorating the sky that night, she formed a casket with her imagination, and Joked about it being the most beautiful one in so many centuries. She sat up and looked straight into the pit and leaned down a bit. She could feel her heart beat faster as she pulled herself lower. She had nothing to lose and she knew that. She released her grip and let herself fall. She looked up at the sky and felt her body drop lower within seconds. She felt her body freeze up like she was deep into the sea.

she whispered, staring into space, “you killed her.” “Yes, Ava, I did and now do you believe me? Do you believe that I am the most dangerous man on earth and the most heartless? Do you understand why you should have put that damn bullet in me that night, even if not for you but for her? Do you understand why you should not dream of anything good with me?” he approached her where she was on the floor and squatted in front of her, “do you know the meaning of El Diablo? Do you understand why I am call that now? I am heartless, Ava, I have no soul, people are not right when they say I sold my soul to the devil because I am the devil himself. My soul has already been consumed in hell and if you s

He teased. “Fool! I was just curious.” She didn’t tell Goo that the guy had thrown him a meaningful look when he was talking to him. Goo waved at the guy who was already on his way to them. “Gunn, didn’t know you attend festivals?” They made a weird gestures clasping their hands together. By the way, Goo’s real name is Gunther. Hehe “Yeah, not fond of it but my minions are really into this one, right?” He turned to Aiko while raising his brows.

But this is the tradition you will never be told stronger if you won't pass this forest. ___________ KEZTOR_elder "Walter" power_THUNDER FINO: VENOM GUALTIERO: GRAVITY MAI: WATER NARKISSA: NUMBNESS and TELEPORT NUNZIO: VOICE ORAZIO: SNIPER "Warg grandson, that was the list of all your clan allies. Are you sure about this" "I was born ready grandpa this is what I've been training for right? So what are you asking me like that?"

“Mitto ego te ad vidisse igneos puteos horrendam daemonium de inferno!” Ru Roberts repeated the phrase over and over again under her breath as she paced back and forth across the floor of her bedroom in Angel Grove, the ancient wooden floorboards squeaking in protest at each step. She’d been practicing that phrase, along with the other two Rider Michaels had taught her on the long flight from London to La Guardia Airport the night before. She alternated between them, making sure she had all of them down before they left for their mission later that evening. She knew this particular incantation meant a captured Reaper would be sent to Hell but not destroyed. There was another incantation for

Carlo Salvatore was a man of contradictions, a monster whom many mistook for a saint, a killer. Standing at 6'4", he carried himself like the beast he was. His skin was a drawing board of violence, marked by knife scars from knife fights and gunshot wounds. A black spiderweb tattoo crawled up the left side of his neck, with which an inscription of a faded barcode LF-117, was covered. The barcode and the spiderweb tattoo were the only remnants of a past he’d burned to the ground.

The sound of dark creatures crawling out of the crater of fire intensified and filled the air and suddenly, the front door of the mansion was smashed in. Threatening growls emitted from the lycanthropes as a dark figure floated into the room. He had the face of a human, but every lycanthrope in the room knew who it was. It was Satan, one of the seven deadly sins. The sin of wrath. His glowing red eyes scanned the room of lycanthropes, searching for a particular face. His already furious face turned more furious as he didn't see the person he was searching for.

The pack fell silent in awe and instinctive reverence. Inferno’s voice rolled across the room like molten iron meeting ice. “Three more are coming.” My breath caught. The pack straightened subconsciously. Inferno continued. “The vampire lord from the Carpathian Peaks. The French Quarter’s exiled High Warlock. And the Alaskan rogue you see before you.”

With him dead, these bastards would have to leave because Luca had not officially handed authority over to Tomas. "Can you believe this sick bastard? He is turning our town into their headquarters. This guy is a retard," Gilbert said, and I disagreed because he had bested us. Of all my brothers, Gilbert hated Tomas the most, and I couldn't blame him. The guy made it difficult to be liked. I could not believe I had dated him for a while. Was I a horrible person to be able to date the bastard for that long? I could not believe it. I was glad I woke up and found Luca.