Inferno Bl Novels & Stories

What does he think I'm doing here, frankly? I meet blue eyes behind Alvize, and I'm in shock. Santo. Santo Ganovese. SANTO GANOVESE! DI.O MI.O He is even more handsome than in my memories! I have to calm down. Okay, girl. Look natural. Straighten your shoulders. Put the damn tray down. Fucking shorts! I'm sure they can see my ass. Hold on a second. Hey. Maybe Santo is checking out my ass right now. CALM DOWN, ANDREA BONANI!

From then on, I had no choice but to turn a blind eye to the matter. Today, however, I was acting so boldly because of my rebirth. In my past life, on this very day, Summer and Jean had gone to the market after putting something to cook in the oven. I'd gone out with a friend to buy some things. When I returned, the dorm was already on fire. Summer had been terrified at the sight of the flames. She'd muttered to Jean, "How could this happen? Nothing's ever gone wrong with that oven." Jean was more terrified than her. She'd trembled all over. "I-I don't know. Maybe it wasn't the oven."

"We're going to empty everything left. No holding back. No filters." He uncapped the first vial and poured its contents—a warm saline solution mixed with a mild irritant he'd calibrated himself—directly over her clit. It tingled sharply, forcing fresh blood to the surface. Elena hissed, hips jerking. Then he inserted the thin tube into her urethra with practiced gentleness, sliding it deeper until she felt the strange fullness in her bladder. The second vial followed through the tube: more of his own collected urine from earlier in the day, concentrated and slightly cloudy. It flooded into her, mixing with what little she'd retained, creating an overwhelming pressure that made her eyes water

It's not like they can do anything better than that. She didn't awoke nor did she gain her consciousness till she felt someone lurching and jolting her shoulders like it is the end of the world. A groan escaped her mouth which is laced with utter venom, irritation and ire. The violent uncontrolled anger she barely managed to keep up pervade her entire body wholly. Her eyes blazed in fire, illuminating her soft brown coloured eyeballs, they are enough to tell this person how much danger he or she is in, because it is a lot.

He was aware that Lucas was no ordinary person, especially since he had such terrifying speed. "Bro, we are from Inferno Base City. You should know the terror of Inferno." The leader attempted to scare Lucas with Inferno’s name. Unfortunately, his plan backfired miserably. Lucas shook his head. "I have no idea about Inferno. The only thing I know is that you all are going to be dead soon." The statement made the tens of Gene Fighters open their eyes wide because they realized just how horrifying the young man before them was. 'This young man's eyes are giving off layers of bloodlust, and they’re domineering.'

Black metal. He knelt. Reached for it. The moment his fingers touched the hilt— Agony. A sizzle of fire shot through his palm. He yanked back, teeth bared in a growl. Smoke curled from his fingertips. "What the hell is on this blade?" he hissed. Poison? Dark magic? Both? He didn't wait. His mindlink flared hot, coming out as a roar. Fin: Aeron. I need you. Now. Nova was stabbed and bleeding black. The blade burns me.

I could scoop up some samples and test them at the university lab. “Help!” The shout came from downstairs. “The betas! They’re back.” My heart jumped into my throat. I ran behind Anabel. “Someone call the pack doctor! Immediately,” Enzo shouted. Blaze was draped over Enzo’s shoulders. He was a shadow of his old self. His ribs were showing, and his skin was grey and broken. My body froze over just looking at him. While Nash had been healthy and strong, Blaze looked like he was narrowly clinging to life.

Chapter 13: Dante’s Protectiveness The night air was thick with anticipation as Isla moved through the club. Inferno was alive, pulsing with energy, the scent of alcohol and perfume wafting through the air, mixed with the low hum of music and the chatter of wealthy patrons. It was a typical night, the kind that Isla had grown used to since she’d started working here as Bella Caruso. But tonight felt different. There was an edge to the atmosphere, a tension that crawled under her skin.

The prisoner's scream tore through the dungeon, raw and guttural. Nero needed to let off steam. He was in no way done with his unfortunate prey. On the other hand, Nico didn’t flinch. His eyes followed the blood spattering across the floor, then drifted back to Nero’s face. He had seen this before, more times than he could ever count. In fact he had seen Nero commit more spine chilling horrors than this. And tonight, he could sense the same edge of volatility. Ever since they left that abandoned boxing place, Nero had been tighter than usual, wound up, his control riding a fine line, almost ready to snap, sharpened by Viktor’s poisoned words, then almost tilled over the edge by this.