Infernal Calling Novels & Stories

After tidying up the rest of the supplies, I took my position and joined hands with Maurice and Brair, forming a triangle around the center of the Sigil. As the three of us, Maurice, Briar, and I, stood in the garden, anticipation filled the air. The atmosphere seemed to thicken as we began to chant the ancient words of the Infernal Language. With each verse, the ground before us started to tremble and crack, responding to the powerful magic. I felt my power surge through my veins, and I saw gold-colored energy glow as I made the summoning evocation into the garden. “We summon King Lucifer,” I intoned, echoing through the night. “Bearer of the infernal flame, ruler of the Seven Sins.” I said

Jude’s POV The room was dark but not empty. The air itself seemed to thicken as I began the old incantation, my voice low and precise. Xalor stood behind me, silent. He knew better than to interrupt a ritual of the Calling. I placed the four vials in a perfect circle on the floor, their contents pulsing faintly under the moonlight spilling through the window. One for Dante, Lord of Northern Dominion Thorns. One for Selene, the Crimson Matron.

Understanding the magnitude of the risk, they waited not more and headed Eron at the gates of the Infernum. "Well, we are used to being harassed, but listen well to this, this is my life and I will decide how I will handle this mission" Aleksandra comments with a dominant voice, the whole group hearing her also has the same expression. Without letting God express himself, their souls disappear upon entering the Infernum. God watching the doors close, he heaved a long sigh. "I just hope the balance is not broken" End of prologue * Ayers means heir

Trying its best to inflict damage upon him. “Despair?” Lucifer scoffed, raising his hand to unleash a wave of pure blood energy. It erupted from him like a sunburst, engulfing the phantoms and incinerating them into nothingness. As if they’re nothing but mere flies. “You must be desperate to summon such weak spirits, Thalion. Have you really fallen that low?”

When Jack held it in his hands, the air became drastically colder. At that moment, Natalie was still not aware the black token was the King of the Dead’s Spirit Calling Token. The King of the Dead’s Spirit Calling Token was similar to the King of Death’s Cauldron; they were weapons of the Ghost World. It had the ability to call for the spirits in the area to battle for him. “All spirits here, take my order….” “Spirits, take my order,” Jack said, sounding crazy. Bang! The instant after he spoke, Jack lifted the King of the Dead’s Spirit Calling Token high up above his head and activated his internal energy in his abdomen. Then, he channeled his internal energy into the King of the Dead’s Spir

I immediately positioned myself in the middle of the pentagram near the piles used by the bereaved we would call. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes for a moment and felt nature especially when the wind was blowing around then I opened my eyes again. I took the dagger and then wounded my palm so I frowned in pain then I dripped on the tools at the same time pronouncing the incantation. "Da mihi orationis caelum et terram Audi vocem meam dicuntur ab inferno animos suos nobiscum loqui Sive dicas! Sive dicas!"

I quickly mind linked Jackson and Joan where we were, "Okay, they said they'll be here in five minutes." "Good," Callen crossed his arms across his chest. "Why is this a bad idea? Why do you think Dante is making a bad call by having you call this inferno implore immediata thing? What is it anyway?" I began questioning him now that we had a few minutes to kill. Callen hesitated before beginning to explain, "It's exactly like what it means. Immediately Implore Hell." That meant absolutely nothing to me except the fact that I knew no one wants to go to hell, "Ooookay and what does that mean?"

The collisions echoed endlessly across the ring. Flames and violent shockwaves exploded everywhere. Even with the protective barrier separating us from the battle, I could still feel the frightening pressure leaking outward. Then suddenly— The Sacred Flame Lycan Lord pointed two fingers directly toward Alpha Damien. His eyes glowed crimson. “Flames of the Underworld…” “Harken to my summons…” “Arise!” The moment the chant ended— A massive pillar of dark crimson flames burst violently from beneath Alpha Damien’s feet. The fire rose like a volcanic eruption swallowing everything around him instantly.

Caleb kept growling through his teeth, "Oh, but they threatened me! And I will use you to bury anyone who dares threaten me! Why else are you called the Coffin of the Gods? I will first bury humans, and then immortals, and then the world!" Caleb's audacious declaration left the Coffin stumped. Such ferocity—a heart ready to vanquish the world—was exactly what he wanted!

The air was still cold, the temperature having dropped significantly due to the Echo Wraith. The Echo Wraith is a haunting presence within the Cavern of Eternal Echoes, a place known for its labyrinthine complexity and the disturbing resonance of every sound. It glides silently through the caverns, leaving behind a trail of maddening echoes. These echoes are warped, amplified distortions that play on the deepest insecurities and fears of those who hear them. They take on the voices of the damned, whispering hidden regrets and unconfessed sins, often blending them with a cacophony of falsehoods to disorient and unsettle their victims.