Garoto Infernal Novels & Stories

Balthazar let out a raspy laugh. “You can’t kill me, so go ahead and try. I’ll just come back looking for more blood.” Balthazar gave him a crazed look, hunger in his eyes. This excited him, and his blood lust was shining through. My stomach turned as I looked at the pure evil that emanated off of him. But I could also see how hungry Garren was for Balthazar's blood too, and it was something I didn’t want him to have stain his hands. Balthazar was here for me, and I wouldn’t let his destruction weigh on anyone else’s shoulders.

I know Gin told him so I didn’t have to but I never expected him to take it so well. “You malishka are unique. I can sense your confusion so let me clear some things up for you. First your imani is tied to you by your phoenix, however now being part vampire that side can and does have a mate. Both are destined and both are tied directly to you by a bond that can only be broken by rejection. However, you should know that the stronger the bond the harder it is for you to break. If you do not plan to accept either of them, then you must do it quickly for all three of you risk death.”

says the Gabino, lighting a cigar. Santo jumps into the water and grabs the stronzo by the neck. The kid is on the verge of passing out, which drives Santo completely crazy. It is as if I had just given a new toy to a Pitt bull. He immediately raises his head, giving the future Don Gabino a toothy grin: "Who said anything about an enemy? He is my fucking victim." Santo answers with a murderous look. The Gabino son looks at Matteo and raises his eyes to the sky:

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

No one would ever go to him for the cure. Hearing goristro mentioned caused Stefan’s breath to catch in his throat. Goristo was a large fiend monster with devilish abilities. Rumor was they were born of the sins of the world and were known for the pleasure they derived from the torment they inflicted. Stefan’s jaw clenched against the slim chance of Clarissa surviving one’s attack. “Who is her escort, Doc? You never told us anything about him.” Spock whined. Stefan was already moving and Doc’s response was lost on him.

“Gwi is mad. I can’t let him mess with your life so go back now, I’ll contact you if I need to” Elon held his shoulder, “Bro, are you sure you’ll be fine?” Forcing a smile, Adonai replied. “I got to see Balqis’s face, Thanks to you for bribing the doctor. I’m okay with that” Elon turned to leave but stopped, when he remembered something. “Nirvana told me about some drunkard that was caught on CCTV, and that….” “Oh that’s Darkmoon another revenant under Gwi” Adonai cut into his words. “He came with me to the club and he apologized because he didn’t know she was mine.”

Lucifer replied with a smirk. Gar turned to look back at the dark room when he heard a noise, he saw the walls has started to sprout of sharp swords and were closing on him fast. He turned to look at Lucifer. "Please, don't do this to me. I have been your faithful servant who had served you for years. I don't want to die now please Lucifer, you promised me forever in your kingdom." Gar pleaded. Lucifer laughed out. "Have you forgotten that I am called as the father of all liars by the Creator himself? What made you think yours would be different? You are just a sacrifice that will be used to bring back my fallen dead angels to life. Goodbye Gar."

With a resolute determination, he materialized outside the car, a steadfast guardian standing unwaveringly before Maria, shielding her from the wrathful onslaught that loomed ominously on the horizon. Satan, bearing the harrowing scars of his confrontation with the unimaginable, emerged like a specter of vengeance, his visage marred by the ravages of celestial fury. His countenance, a haunting testament to the cataclysmic clash that had transpired, bore witness to the relentless ferocity that defined his essence.

Steven said softly, staring at the ground. Black smoke gathered into a large ball in front of the gate and slowly enlarged. The large ball finally burst, revealing three monstrous creatures standing behind him: Garret. These creatures were of three different colors: black, red, and purple. They were very large, muscular, and had the body of a human but the head of a lion. Garret smiled; his eyes had gone completely black, and he looked many years younger than he originally was. Half his body was covered in black smoke, and the other half had random tattoos around him that gave off what looked like a black glow.

The dark silver Iru cloaks them in turning the appearance into a pair of amulets with Baphomet’s head motif on the plates. Garuda then spread its wings and flaps them disintegrating those clones in a jiffy. “The Starless... This is your end!” Garuda advances. It launches its fist to Alfi, and Alfi launches his fist to it. Their fistbump causes a tremendous shockwave. “A protector using a vile weapon like Pukan?! Shame on you!” Garuda exclaimed. “It’s okay if I use it to protect this world, right?” Alfi replied. “Disappointing! You disgrace your great grandfather, the blasphemous Adam!”