Gateway To Devil's Triangle Novels & Stories

With that shock came the guilt he hadn’t accomplished the one final thing she’d requested. Gavin booked a flight into Rapid City. He’d secured a couple nights at a bed and breakfast between Sundance and Moorcroft. Which was quite a feat, according to the information he’d gathered online, because it was the height of tourist season in the Black Hills around Devil’s Tower, a stopping point on the road to Yellowstone. He’d lost track of the number of motor homes and out-of-state license plates he’d passed on I-90. The female voice on the GPS announced, “Turn left in point one mile. You have reached your destination.”

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

"An illusion to cover the fire of our world and purify its air. In addition to being a trick to make the human souls who fall here more easily seduced, and accept to be enslaved much more willingly.” Now that he spoke, I could really see that in addition to the gates of his kingdom "which were not gates, but a dome that covered the entrance like a creature that devoured the prey "and in addition to the immense buildings and the lights overshadowing the vision, there was a waterfall, or a thread of bluish light from which small little pots slid At least at first glance, it was not a very bad place to pay for a sin for the carnal act.

The creaking of the giant double doors sent a wave of fear through the chained-up man and gestured that it was a sign for him to stop what he was doing, but the fear quickly morphed into a burning rage. The doors swung open, revealing a man whose body is chiseled to perfection. His dark suit wrapped around his body, his green eyes devoid of emotion as he surveyed the scene. This was Lucien Belucci, the man known as the Devil’s Incarnate, the most infamous name in the mafia world dubbed devil’s incarnate for being cold, merciless, and having no regard for life. “I knew you’d betray me. Bastardo!” the chained-up man snarled in a thick Italian accent, the veins in his neck standing out in rage.

The voice is screaming in my head, chanting the word ‘Run’ in a frenzy, over and over again. “Yes, Callista, that’s what people normally do with doorways.” “Where does it lead to?” I ask, stepping back. “It leads to the Gateway of the Afterlife,” the devil reveals. I can no longer hold myself back. The voice overtakes me, and I dash away from the devil into the forest. My heart beats like a war drum in my chest, my pulse roaring in my ears. It’s so hard to run in the snow, and the dread I feel takes an all-time high.

She asked and I smirked "Don't you want to go to hell? " "Well.... the gate way to hell is through demon's blood, a demons blood can open the gate way to hell! "I explained simply not going any further Using the demons blood, I drew the sign of the luminatics A circle and a triangle in between I started chanting a spell that would open up the gate Soon, the sign was lighted up with fire and the ground beneath it, went down in flames opening the gateway to hell.....

"Now, if you look here at the journal entry, you'll see that it says the settlers 'waited amidst the flowers and leaves' with the expectation that 'the mouth of the devil would close upon those offered there in peace, their flesh being taken as a sacrifice for the spirits' delight with the rising of the silver sun.'" "Alright," Lunus said, not understanding the extent of his apparent excitement. "So... they were making some sort of an agreement with the genizem, then, like you thought. Some sort of strange... peace offering." "Lunus, you don't understand me," he told her, his voice alive with excitement. "This passage talks about the mouth of the devil closing on the sacrifice of flesh. Now!

His words only made Nora run faster as she cried invisible tears. God! Why couldn’t she just stop getting herself into trouble with the devil? The end…

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

Entering the sanctuary of my coastal abode, I sensed a subtle shift within the confines of my solitude. The phone buzzed with messages from Medea and the Bureau, their persistent calls reminders of the life I had left behind. Choosing to ignore them, I consciously lingered in the sanctuary I had crafted. Marie nestled against me, her soft fur a comforting reminder that healing often begins with small acts of love.