Hell Tartarus Novels & Stories

He got comfortable and watched Aria drop her tablet onto a side table before she got comfortable on the arm of a matching chair. “Alright. We’ve dealt with a Lich and his army of fools and Frankenstein-type monsters. He planned this attack for decades. We aren’t sure how long he influenced people and events. But his victims numbered in the thousands and crossed all races. Humans, mages, shifters. Absolutely everyone. No one caught it until it was almost too late to recover from. It’s really a black mark on NARC’s record.” “NARC? Remind me what that is again?” So far Hal was keeping up.

Azrathor carried his freshly marked sacrifice through the burning rift without ceremony. The abandoned chapel dissolved behind them as they plunged into the infernal realm. Elara’s body still leaked thick ropes of his molten cum, her belly slightly bloated, glowing runes pulsing across her skin. The faint reddish tint had deepened. Her nipples were now permanently dark crimson, her clit swollen and throbbing, and her hazel eyes flickered with hellfire.

“There were also random names with different amounts. Could be bets or something.” “Like… gambling?” “Not sure. Could be. But the main thing…” She swipes again, showing another photo. Her nails are chewed raw, the skin around them red. “‘Coordinates of the invitation. Follow the dirt road to the right, go until the end. There will be a sign: DANGER, DO NOT PASS. Walk toward the abandoned excavators. Tartarus’s secret entrance behind the splatter wall.’” It takes me a second to process. “Those are instructions.”

His skin effortlessly sewed itself together, healing perfectly while leaving the ward intact. On the other side of the room was a guest we’d never hosted before. He had long black hair, all the way past his waist, and sickly-yellow eyes. Valefar had called him ‘a friend of the witches’ behind his back, but as far as I could tell, Bathin was a Duke of Hell just like Valefar.

MORDECAI "Ahren!" The lead female warrior's voice echoed through the large room. Tabitha was a tall, muscular she-wolf that leaked intimidation. Orion had taken me to training this morning. The sun wasn't even up yet and he was already wide awake annoying her. She already seemed rather unfriendly towards me and his behavior just made it worse.

Lucifer Once I flash out of Lana’s room, I partially shift into my devil form and hone my senses until I reach the destination Azazel instructed me to go to. The earthquake occurred in the Arcata forest. Using my night vision, I try to find the entity that caused such havoc but see nothing. I land near a copse and look around for any signs of what it could have been until I reach a large section of the forest that looks like it was burnt to a crisp. The trees, dirt and grass around the ragged opening are scorched. Within minutes, Azazel and Mathias appear beside me.

Tartarus is one giant, gaping hellhole with what looks like millions of levels spiraling downward into nothingness. I mean, you can’t see the bottom. At all. I got legit vertigo just leaning over the edge of it. In the dead center is this enormous stone island, like a massive pillar rising from the pit. That’s where Tisiphone is.

TARTARUS Hades stood by the blood altar he erected in the cave of torment. The cave of torment was a place in Tartarus, a place no soul ever wanted to witness. It was a bleak world, filled with the endless cries and tortures of condemned souls. It was in this cave of torment that Riven trapped Hades and the other deadly devils. Muttering strange words, Hades slit his palm with his claws and black blood spilled out, pooling at the centre of the blood altar that was erected.

Forcing her to witness the killing of all her friends in this heinous and savage way, drowning in a wave of guilt every time the siren enters them and chooses one of them, so she is forced to listen to their cries and wails until they finish them once and for all, and the shame with which this demon drive will defile her. She opened her eyes, staring at the depth of his empty eyes that were attracting her to their decision without any effort, losing herself in their darkness. She felt her mouth float with a viscous, disgusting liquid that tasted like gall running down her throat, which was stubbornly resisting not swallowing, urging her to vomit, and only then did she regain consciousness an

Her embrace, her tears... they just made me want to vomit. I numbly lifted my head and stared at her with empty eyes. "Didn't you say your divine blessing could track me anywhere?" My voice was hoarse. "Why are you only here now?" Cassia went rigid. Panic and guilt flashed in her eyes. She hugged me tighter. "I'm sorry. The laws of Tartarus were too strong. I was blocked... It's okay. You're safe now. No matter what you've become, I will still love you."