Infernal Calling Novels & Stories

Then I heard her again. Her voice cut through everything—the screams, the fighting, the sound of people dying. The louder the chaos became, the louder she became too, her words trembling with a desperate excitement that sent a chill down my spine. "Answer my call, true god..." Her eyes shone with a frightening devotion. "Accept this offering..." “O Malachar… god beyond name and flesh… hear the hatred carried through a hundred generations and awaken tonight.”

“But how? They’re spread across territories. They can’t communicate. Can’t plan together.” The ground shook. Small tremor. Barely noticeable. But wrong. Deliberate. “That’s how,” the silver Source said. “Something underground is calling them. Pulling them back to original nature. Something that wants Sources to be hunger again.” Another tremor. Stronger this time. Cracks appeared in the ground. Not random. Forming patterns. Circles. Symbols. Ancient writing in a language that hurt to see. “What is that?” Finn asked. “召唤,” the fallen thing said. It had appeared silently. “Summoning in the language of first things. Something is calling the Sources home. Back to what they were. Back to pure app

The officiant asked, "Mr. Alan Godwin, do you take Ms. Brenda Larkin to be your wife?" Alan suddenly came to his senses and blurted out, leaving the whole room stunned, "You called the wrong name, didn't you? It should be Anna Samson."

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a

The altar of the desperate and the damned. The forest of Lunaris were also useful because it was connected to the infernal lock. The demon summoning required more power than I'd used in decades. I cut deep into my palm and let the blood flow freely onto the stones. The wound hissed and steamed where it touched the rock. "Lords of the Burning Deep," I called out in the old tongue. "Masters of Claw and Fang and Endless Hunger. I call on one. I offer you a bargain." The air around me grew thick and sulfurous. The temperature dropped until my breath misted in front of my face. Something vast and terrible was listening.

ALMA I was scared out of my mind. I thought I was going to die with no one to save me. Until Lazzaro came. I hated everything about the underworld with my whole being. A girl couldn’t escape her abductor without being abducted by another. Just that these ones were out to kill me. I didn’t understand Russian, but I knew what ubit meant. It meant kill. And they used that a lot. They were going to murder me.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

Vivar asked the prince. Caius glanced at the girl walking ahead of them and looked back at Vivar. “I guess she has a split personality,” He muttered. His voice echoed inside the tunnel so Nemiah was able to hear it. She stopped and looked back at them. The two young men raised both of their hands defensively, seeing Nemiah’s glaring eyes. The fire from the torch was reflecting through her iris, making her eyes seem burning. “I said I’m sorry,” she howled. “Apology accepted,” Caius answered cautiously.

A blood-curdling scream came from the furnace. That was how I'd died in my past life, and I couldn't help feeling vindicated as I watched Summer suffer the same fate. The fire ate her up. She'd left blood all over the furnace before her death because she'd tried to claw her way out. Terence stood there, looking like he was admiring a painting. Once Summer was incinerated, he turned to look at Jean. "It's your turn now."

“The bowl is filled with blood.” Sarah and Arielle started shouting now, demanding answers to what it was their friend had dragged them into. Denver’s chanting grew louder, more frantic as he spat the words out one at a time. Fear was a fog that filled the air, cloying as it sat heavily in our lungs. Denver shouted the final verse, and I knew in my bones that it was too late. “Te invoco a profundus inferni!” The candles flickered out, plunging us into darkness, only for half of them to suddenly reignite.