Garoto Infernal Novels & Stories

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.

Yet, his left hand did not pause for a moment and struck three consecutive palms at Garal's opening. Garal felt overwhelming flames surging toward him. It was Inferno Strike! His battle armor protected him, allowing him to withstand three strikes. Even so, he still felt a blockage in his chest that was extremely uncomfortable. The flame energy from the Inferno Strike had penetrated his meridians and began burning. Before he could purge the discomfort from his body, another brutal wave of attacks came crashing down. Garal rampaged forward, roaring continuously. He repeatedly knocked aside Godslayer.

For a tiny moment, I saw his pupils dilate. He swallowed hard. "I've instructed Raine and my beta to launch an attack on them this night. Ace should have at this moment bought the shares of every company they are affiliated with, and..." He stopped, I was watching him intently. Then he continued, staring directly into my pupils. "The men who fired at us are currently in our torture room, undergoing a little bit of non-medical vasectomy. The pack house is on fire, and their warriors have been captured." Shit, castration?

He was unrecognisable. His dark red wings dominated the entire field. They rose high, and the black, long spikes that lined the top were murderous weapons. Horns sprouted from his head, and their midnight blackness absorbed every hint of light. The tips were as sharp as blades, capable of cutting through anything. Sam wasn't wearing a shirt, and the tattoos on his skin seemed to glow with raw, pulsating power. They were exactly the same as how I had drawn them on his skin, which felt like years ago. This was Satan fighting. The devil.

The lizard head bowed until the cracked gold coronet scraped basalt; each step he left behind filled with slow black sand. Behind him came Rath, tall as gallows, a skeletal horror strung with ember sinew. Fire leaked from the joints of his fingers and bled in quiet sparks to die on the wet floor; where they landed, the rock cried and then remembered itself. Runes etched along each rib breathed like coals. The smell of kilns walked with him. They knelt—three dooms in three grotesque masks. Abnegazar spoke first, elder’s privilege. His voice was thunder listened to from under a bed. “A cry tore the western sky,” he said. “The sea lost a son.”

The Yokai Seduction card lay forgotten on the table, its provocative text now reality. “Shall we make the game more interesting?” Kyomi whispered, grinding slowly against the massive bulge in his pants. Her hazel eyes were dark with lust. “Strip version. Every time you lose a round, you take something off. Same for me. Unless… you’re too shy, samurai?” Fugishigoro’s outer mask stayed cold, but inside the yandere roared with feral hunger. She’s offering her body. Piece by piece. I’ll memorize every inch before I claim her forever.

Their wives also sat beside them, draped in diamonds and silence. And as soon as I stepped into the aisle, I felt even more weight, the judgments and the whispers. But none of them mattered to me at the moment. Only one man did, and that was Salvatore Moreti. He stood at the altar, tall and broad in his custom black suit, like the godfather that he is in every sense of the word. The years seemed to have carved hard lines into his face, his silver-stroked hair slicked back in perfect order. His cold and unimpressed eyes dragged over me like I was some property he was about to buy, not a bride.

Just like that, I was scorched to death by the temperature, which rose rapidly throughout the day. To think that I only got to see my mother and Nicholas' true colors during the final moment of my life… … I snapped out of my hate-filled trance, only to realize that I was already in a cab. After winding down the car window and feeling the scorching heat from the bright sun, I was finally conscious that I was reborn. It was an extremely hot day. Then again, we were in the middle of summer right now, so the temperature was still within the tolerable margin.

Before I could get results on my first F******k search, my phone started ringing. A call from an unknown caller. I hesitated to pick up the call, and before I made up my mind to answer it, the call ended. Then I sighed in relief. Again while on a F******k search, the unknown caller rang back. This time I didn't hesitate to respond to the call. Upon picking up the call, I was met by silence. Then I went first, "Hello.. who I'm I talk.." before I could finish my line, a male's voice intercepted, "It's Jack, I found your wallet and keys, just want to give them back."

I also wouldn't mind if you have constructive criticism about my book. SERAPHIMS- Also known as the burning ones. They are the highest angelic class and are caretakers of God's throne constantly singing praises to God. They are described as fiery six-winged beings with two wings that cover their faces and two that cover their feet and the last two they use to fly.