Hell Tartarus Novels & Stories

author pov ​Gaia walked around her own island, enjoying the freedom she had to do so now that she was free from the decaying Tartarus. She wished that place could be destroyed and would be happy to see it done. However, she realized that Tartarus was needed for the monsters and gods who received banishment as punishment. She hoped never to have to return there, and a shiver ran down her spine as he remembered the dismal, decaying land of the place. Tartarus was as far beneath the earth as Mt. Olympus was above. It was deeper than the underworld. It had been so hard to create a new life while she had been banished there. Gaia will be forever grateful to her children for finally freeing her an

Peace ☁️☁️ Du paradis pour l'Enfer🔥🔥 Auteur: Judi le romantique Plume _______ Épisode 1️⃣0️⃣________ Ils étaient tous dépassé par cette information brusque. Makponsè et Syntiche continuent leur discussion Makponsè: Ah oui hein Madame DIOP vient de me l'annoncer.il y a un soucis particulier dans la société pour convoquer des réunions subite ? Syntiche : aucune idée hein.Mais je doute. Dans tous les cas peu importe ce qu'il dira je suis au top Makponsè : Moi de même hein.je ne crains rien oh

Although we had been researching Purgatory, we found more information about Tartarus than Purgatory, but we knew they were connected in a sense. I explained how my torture involved using my past to torture me and other ways. When Zeke asked what I meant, I explained out the Tanar’ri demons had tortured me for fun and against Artemis’s orders. Zeke didn’t react pleasantly to that. Zeke’s jaw and hands clenched as he let out a curse. “Are you talking about the two demons that turned into my brother Darius and his mate?” Kyra asked.

Every time it seemed like we made a dent--more seemed to leap from the forest, swords raised and eyes murderous. I had just pulled a sword from the back of a Fae warrior, when the air shimmered just twenty-five feet away. Stumbling to a stop, there were dozens of us who couldn't look away as the shimmering air grew larger, turning into a portal the size of a mobile home. 'Nothing good can come out of that.' Atlas said down the bond, mere seconds before a creature of darkness and brutality emerged; on top of the beast sat what remained of Tamara. The beast she sat on was old, radiating a smell that was somewhere between a mass grave and Liam's parent's attic. The sight of it made my stomach d

Their long and thin tongue is stuck out as if they are already craving human flesh. The hole emits miasma nonstop as it stands as the portal to hell. Every moment, other creatures were materialized and given life. Goblins, Golems, Ghouls, Orge, Imps, Lich, Warlocks, you name it! To make everything short, everything related to the corrupted souls of Tartaro. I look at Phelan, and I see no fear on him despite the innumerable foes. Neither anyone in my pack shows fear. Instead, I see their excitement in their hazel orbs.

His mate may be strong, but sometimes he would like to think he was saving her from the emotional torment that anyone could dream of after seeing such a place. Mariah never faltered in her steps. Niko stood alongside the two, his tail waving back and forth as they passed the torture demons. Their looks hideous enough to make anyone’s stomach churn. The melting of skin, and bones protruding from the muscle that would forever rot. The stench of Tartarus was far worse than of sulfur, the burning bodies, and the rotten infections kept their pace quick as they descended into the pit. The pit that held the worst of the worse. The pedophiles, sexual traffickers, murders, and more all lined the cave

The words were clear and straight to the point, "Khal lives in Tartarus as the King of the demons." Those were the only words on the parchment. It was a response from the witches, whom he sent a message to, to find his father. Tartarus was a place of the damned, a place where condemned souls who couldn't cross to the afterlife were stuck. Kieran's father, Khal Anubis, ruled it as the demon king, ruler of the Wildings. Now that Kieran knew Khal's location, he realized it would be difficult getting Gwendolyn's mother out of there. The witches who would have helped him wouldn't dare step within the vicinity of Tartarus.

"She has gotten what she has wanted. She has marked me. I would look at my body and hate it for the rest of my life." "My Lord -" "But not when she's like that," Leonidas said with a sigh. "What is wrong?" Cleon seemed to grip the handle of the chair as he said, "Are you familiar with the stories about Tartarus?" The place where people who were too evil and were not of any worth while they lived spent the rest of their lives after death are tormented endlessly. "Yes. I am." "Then you must know that there are demons who carry out the suffering of the people who are doomed there, yes?"

I asked Morpheus, clinging to his hand. “Tartarus” came the answer. “WHAT?” I felt the blood drain from my face. Tartarus was a prison! A place where immortals were sent to be tortured! What the hell were we doing there? “Nyx and Hemera, my aunt, live at the gates of Tartarus and only exit to bring night or day to the Earth, the Underworld and the Heavens.” Morpheus informed me. “I thought Tartarus was a part of the Underworld.”

Viktor's body slowly lowered and a hissing sound from the rock sounded that they thought that if it was an ordinary person they would have blisters on their bodies. Cia, who had been watching in silence, finally cleared her throat softly. Somehow suddenly he was very weak and unable to support himself. Vasilio turned to Cia with a wide smile, he kissed the top of Cia's head with a happy heart. The ritual has been completed and now it's just a matter of waiting for Viktor's body to react. "You asked Tartarus for help?" asked Cia impatiently. Vasilio nodded slowly and Cia could only exhale slowly. Tartarus is the most powerful god of darkness, he lives at the bottom of the earth with many foll