Infernal Calling Novels & Stories

"I don’t know. All I know is that it’s big. The kind of thing that can change everything. They’ll stop at nothing to get it." I stepped forward, unable to keep quiet any longer. "Who’s ‘they’? Who’s pulling the strings?" The official looked up at me, his eyes haunted. "You don’t understand… even if I tell you, you’re already dead. We all are." His words hung in the air like a death sentence. The fear in his voice was real—this wasn’t just another conspiracy theory. Whatever was happening, it was far bigger than anything we’d imagined. Kareem stood up, his expression unreadable, but I could see the gears turning in his head.

The Calling Chapter 1 I am walking down the cliffy road, it’s dark out with only the street lamp to illuminate my path. I am slightly cold and very irritated at my current situation. I had gotten to my car only to discover the battery dead. Obviously the car would not start, could not even unlock the bloody door via car remote.

My eyes rolled back. "Mm," I moaned. I felt every press of his fingers. It sent chills through my veins. A smile tugged across my lips. The next moment, I snapped out of it. I jumped off the bronze chair and turned swiftly to look into his eyes. Those blue piercing eyes were gone, replaced by deep crimson ones. "You aren't Mitchel," I said, trying to convince myself that everything he said was fake. "No matter what you think, I will remain Zarchios," he said.

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

the man who was tapping his leg said. "Relax Hamom," the man with a wine glass said. "He is gomna be here, I know him… even more than anyone else, " "Even if he does, are you sure we can kill him. I mean, he is the Infernal. There is a reason people call him that." He said.

Wallowing in guilt and shame will only set me back, but the reason the demon got out of hell was because another, more powerful demon was on a death mission. Stop it, I tell myself. This is exactly the type of negativity a demon would want me to fall into. I take a breath and look into the demon’s eyes. “Auferte malum elementa invocabo. Dimittie eam mitte erranti est ultra modum.” Evander’s head flops back and he lets out a yell. Yanking against the restraints, he jerks his head forward and back over and over, until Tabatha drops the bowl.

Inferno was just a little short of being half a step away from the invincibilis state. Simoom and Nimbus standing by his two sides. Both of them were unpredictable, and the three of them combined had actually created a slight sense of oppression on Zayn. Zayn could feel that their fighting techniques complemented one another and their teamwork would yield a powerful effect. Still, what difference would that make? Zayn was no longer the man he had been. Zayn felt rather puzzled by Inferno’s remark. “When did I kill your son?” Upon hearing that, the black mist surrounding Inferno’s body grew even thicker and his expression grew even more savage, complemented by his hideous, devilish face.

Scribing the Latin words of ‘HIS’ ritual call, a blinding light reflected as a whispering chant echoed in her words. To a shrieking scream as bony dark flesh emerges craving those long fingers as those sharp fingernails clawed. A sign turning into smoke as it circled the flesh of death dragging out the screaming souls of her once parents to call. Grabbing the orbs as their screams subside and are gone. It turned back to its form as it dives and back to the dark pit where it came from, leaving the echoing laugh of the devil as it slowly vanishes in the deep distance below.

As far as any of them knew, there wasn't another like it. "And my succubus?" The High Priest asked. "I fear she is yours no longer. The tracking spell I used came up empty, so I used the Infernal Mirror to try and find her," Daryl continued, seemingly nonplussed at the High Priest's scrutiny. The Infernal Mirror was one of the greatest objects in their possession; long ago, the Society had managed to summon and trap a Greater Demon inside, one capable of answering any three simple questions asked of it once every lunar cycle. "When I discovered the loss of the Heart, I asked if Lily's pact was still intact. The Mirror informed me that she is no longer pacted to you."

Everything inside me collapsed inward, leaving a suffocating void where my heart should have been. “Impossible,” I muttered. “Mira would never do it,” Alexander said, his certainty sounding more like desperation. “Who could make the calling?” Gabriel demanded. Liora answered instantly. “Only two species can do a calling—demons—” “And vampires,” finished King Alfred casually, leaning against the doorframe. I narrowed my eyes, Storm snarling beneath my skin. Could the vampire king really have taken my mate—my queen—and now come here to watch us break? Had it been him all along?