Inferno Larry Niven Novels & Stories

The last soldier raised his weapon, voice shaking. “F—f—” The horned silhouette surged—and the rifle clattered to the dirt. Silence returned like a lid coming down. The fire still burned, casting light over twisted canvas. No one moved. The Labyrinth – Deep Cavern – Night Below the firestorm, deep in the ancient labyrinth, Sean and Jessica crossed a stone threshold unseen by human eyes for thousands of years. The chamber ahead glowed unnaturally white, its walls threaded with gold that shimmered like veins in rock.

“The Book of Kings.” Azazel nods, “At first, we weren’t sure what we’d find. Because not only is it in Latin, but the scriptures are quite involved.” He scrolls through the book and opens it to a specific page. “Then we saw this, Pestifer Mundi, the destroyer of worlds. At first, it discusses the plagues, but as we continued to read, we found information about Lana.”

His father sometimes bears a grudge on things that counted as silly for them. "He's the King of Hell, Lucifer Morningstar. He gets what he wants but of course unless his son, who is me, will intercept." He shakes his head and just went his way. He doesn't want to be late for his appointment with a blonde. Somewhere in a tall building, there was a man who was standing looking down. Specifically, looking at Daemon. He had this devilish and amused grin on his handsome face and a very distinct slit on his eyebrow. Hands-on his pocket, standing on his glory.

Larry, stripped of his elder status and high-caste robes, runs frantically across the frozen dirt floor, his bare feet bleeding against the jagged ice as he looks over his shoulder in absolute terror. "Help me! Elders of the council, save me!" Larry screams, his voice cracking with panicked desperation. Behind him, a massive, midnight-black shadow-beast—Gali’s full wolf form—tears across the snow like a streak of black lightning, its jaws snapping inches from Larry’s trembling back! Larry trips over a frozen rock, slamming face-first into the bloody snow, wailing in utter terror, "Mercy! High Alpha, mercy!" High above in the iron-reinforced spectator cage, Gideon's female sits bound in heavy

Mommy and Daddy were dead. Cobra might be dead. Tyron might be dead. I was tired. So tired of running. Maybe if I died, I would see them again. That thought made me feel sad but happy. I opened my mouth and swallowed the liquid on purpose. It burned down my throat like hot pepper. My eyes watered. My chest felt tight. The world started moving strangely. The trees leaned sideways. The red glow stretched into a long line. The men’s voices sounded far away, like they were underwater.

Santo freezes, and I see the bitterness gradually creep over his features. "Yes, Lulu. And, instead of leaning on Matteo and me, you wanted the most dangerous of us. The only Ganovese who remains in the shadows. Elio Ganovese, the man in absolute control of his emotions. The man always in control of everything. Do you know how it felt the day he called you 'Luce dei miei occhi' (Light of my eyes*) without realizing it?"

"Hello, Livvie!" "Dad?" Livvie's voice rang from the other end. Surprised. "Livvie? Where are you?" Evelyn spoke immediately. "How. . .?" Livvie trailed off, probably wondering how they found out about their spying mission, and then she groaned. "Ugh! Nevermind. . . Just listen. . ." she said, her voice shaking and in the background, they could hear Nora whimpering softly. "Maxie's nanny is behaving so weird. We're currently in front of this creepy-looking four-storied apartment and she's carrying Maxie in there unconscious."

Afterward, as we lay tangled in the virtual sheets, his hand tracing lazy circles on my thigh, he whispered. "Natalie... the system's glitching bad tonight. I can feel it pulling me closer to your side." My heart raced. "What does that mean?" He smirked, but there was something darker in his eyes. "It means I might not stay just a program much longer. And when I cross over... that tight little body of yours won't know what hit it." I logged off flushed, body buzzing, mind spinning.The headset powered down. But as I pulled it off in my dark room, I heard it... a faint, real whisper from the speakers before they went silent.

“I need to go. Good luck finding the exit.” Frequency was always like that, loud and thinking everything one of us does is important. I don’t mind it though usually he would stay and talk at me for hours and hours with barely any rest. Telling me all different stories about the Nightmare Lords. He somehow knows everything about all of them besides Invent and Imagery. One went missing some odd years ago while the other has never even been saying.

beep and parted the floor, which lead to what seemed like an old elevator-like path, that was now replaced with a ladder. He placed the bottom of the torch in his mouth and climbed downwards. The floor closed back in shape above him as he continued placing one foot lower than the other on each metal strip. His last step landed him in a laboratory. It was Larry’s fourth visit to Williams’ lab. Alot of renovations had been made to increase the security of the place. He traced the light switch with his torch and turned it on. He caught sight of a creature pacing aggressively in a transparent box chamber, with its canines exposed as though preparing for a blood meal. Larry approached the glass