Infernal Calling Novels & Stories

“Mitto ego te ad vidisse igneos puteos horrendam daemonium de inferno!” Ru Roberts repeated the phrase over and over again under her breath as she paced back and forth across the floor of her bedroom in Angel Grove, the ancient wooden floorboards squeaking in protest at each step. She’d been practicing that phrase, along with the other two Rider Michaels had taught her on the long flight from London to La Guardia Airport the night before. She alternated between them, making sure she had all of them down before they left for their mission later that evening. She knew this particular incantation meant a captured Reaper would be sent to Hell but not destroyed. There was another incantation for

"Kael, they are savages. They are cannibals. They were banished to the Badlands ten years ago." "They are killers," Kael corrected. "And right now, I need killers." Kael walked to the edge of the precipice. He took a deep breath, expanding his chest, drawing in the cold desert air. And then he howled. It wasn't a normal howl. It was the Call of the Ancients. WOOOOO-ROOOOaaaaaar. The sound was terrifying. It was deeper than a normal wolf call, hitting a frequency that vibrated in my marrow. It was a sound of war. A sound of blood. A summons that traveled through the earth itself.

Why would something like that exist in Mount Tason? Ashley explained, "The Blood Inferno is an incarnation of hell where souls of both innocent and guilty were trapped. And the priest told me that there are many souls trapped right there, in the depths of Mount Tason—because of a ward that continues to devour countless human sacrifices to this day, and it's still active because of the heretic that evanesced within it." "Evanesced…" Vera murmured. "I think I've heard of the term, where a cultivator who fails the trial of transcendence but his spirit lingers. It's what the legends call rogue cultivators!"

Whilst i’ll tell them avout our departure. Kasumi gave nod and then leaving with the others and i’m going toward the prince to tell him about our departure. His expression is priceless when he saw me changed myself. I then flapped my wing and go after the others. On the dream we had before, the people from outside world that is us, are called Fallen by the people of this world. Because We are truth to our own desire untill we fall to depravity. I’ll made my dream became true on this fucked reincarnation setting. After i’m do e with the main mission. Destroying ‘that’ person.

Inside was a single object, bound in a frost-coated bark, etched with the golden spiral. It pulsed once in his hand and then went still. And the cathedral listened. Kieran opened the book and read out loud: “Those who read this book have already been damned. When you pass through those doors of how you so crave, it shall be your demise in the true self of you. For you shall see it, the thing that is everything.” Kieran gulped as he carried on reading.

Their eyes glowed a sickly green, their faces twisted in grotesque smiles. The furies. They had found me. Terror surged through me, freezing me in place. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. My body refused to move, paralyzed by the sheer weight of their presence. The furies advanced, their whispers filling the air around me, wrapping around me like chains. “Ava… you belong to us now…” “No…” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I don’t… I don’t belong to you…” But the furies only laughed again, their voices dripping with malice. “Oh, but you do… Your soul is ours…”

“I don’t need a fucking babysitter. I don’t need you tattle-telling everything I do and reporting it back to your mommy. I get the fucking job done dont I? Exactly. I got something for you to go back and tell Abbaddon, how about FUCK YOU!!” “Do you feel better now? Cause we have a job to do.” Ornais stated. “They’re moving quickly to capture this soul from you.” “I know, but what am I supposed to do? It’s not like I can just go in and char it beyond repair like every other one. I have to be careful.” Daniel sighed, putting his head in his hands. He was up against a wall. Every move was documented and reported back to Abaddon. The Seven Deadly Sins had this one, why did he get assigned to it

Daniel looked at Cain incredulously as he placed his hand over his nose and mouth to mask the smell of the scattered entrails. "So he was an old one?" Jai asked, still inspecting the larger pieces of flesh. "Ancient," Cain said. "At least seven-hundred years old." Daniel's eyebrows furrowed. "So clearly they were never extinct," he noted. Cain shook his head. "He wasn't feeding regularly. Vampires are immortal if they remain well-nourished. He hadn't fed in at least a month," he said. Jai looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

And a vow I’d never made—but would damn well finish. Cassian’s POV The instant Althea whispered the words break the blood, a chill ran down my spine. I hadn’t felt fear in centuries. I had ruled the underworld, devoured souls, built empires from ash. But something about her voice—low, hoarse, trembling with power—felt like prophecy given form. We moved fast. The portal snapped open in the basement vault of my estate, lined in volcanic obsidian and veined with glowing red sigils. The Infernal Archives hadn’t been touched in nearly a century. Most who entered left either mad or cursed.

The spire cracks—fissures spreading lightning-fast. Core exposed—pulsing vulnerable. I dive straight in. **Abyssal Canticle**—voice carrying through wards. Swarm screams—HP bars plummeting across HUD. *Ultimate: Swarm Debuff – ninety percent Resistance Down* Julian strikes the core—fangs sinking deep, draining the heart dry. Vampires tear it apart. Charges detonate. The spire explodes—black ichor raining, shockwave flattening lesser beasts. Nest dies—core imploding silent.