La Puerta Del Diablo Novels & Stories

12 months ago Italy Hell. A place regarded in various religions as a spiritual realm of evil and suffering, often traditionally depicted as a place of perpetual fire beneath the earth where the wicked are punished after death. Well, that's how our holy scriptures describe it anyway. And if it's true in every sense, then Romero mansion could be one of the kernels of that sinful fire. Lola shuddered at her thoughts, gripping the rosemary hard between her bony fingers. With bloodshot eyes, she stared at the giant chandelier unblinking. Not once her moistened eyes dried. She tried her best to block the entire world and concentrate on the divine power that supports us in time when all doors are c

I threw on the big, fluffy bathrobe and slippers provided by the hotel, then headed out to the lounge area to devour the delicious food I knew was waiting for me. I was so ready to stuff my face. My heart stopped beating, and I froze when I spotted someone on the couch. They reached over to the lamp on the end table next to the couch and flicked it on. It was the Devil himself. Damiano. “Good evening, Althaia.”

The creaking of the giant double doors sent a wave of fear through the chained-up man and gestured that it was a sign for him to stop what he was doing, but the fear quickly morphed into a burning rage. The doors swung open, revealing a man whose body is chiseled to perfection. His dark suit wrapped around his body, his green eyes devoid of emotion as he surveyed the scene. This was Lucien Belucci, the man known as the Devil’s Incarnate, the most infamous name in the mafia world dubbed devil’s incarnate for being cold, merciless, and having no regard for life. “I knew you’d betray me. Bastardo!” the chained-up man snarled in a thick Italian accent, the veins in his neck standing out in rage.

Mathias exclaimed, a hint of excitement and curiosity lacing his words. Mrs Fernanda's laughed echoed through the room as she started revealing the dark secrets. "You know nothing at all," she sneered mockingly, her tone filled with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "A child can't be different from her father, DIABLO (devil), VAMPIRA (vampire), HÍBRIDA (hybrid), ABOMINACIÓN (abomination). And she must die, or else she will bring death to us all, just like her father has been doing for generations."

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

"Read! It! Out! Loud!" I swallowed hard as I focused on the words. "Porta Inferni," I finally muttered. She chuckled. "That's right, Damiano! The Gate of Hell." Then she locked eyes with me. "This ranch is the gate of hell, the Gallos are the gatekeepers, and I... Well, I am hell itself." Then she locked eyes with me. "But... what happens when the gatekeepers are gone and the gate is left without a guard?" I was too terrified to speak or say anything. Then her hands found my chest.

___" lift him up... I was STILL conscious, they hooked their arms through mine and lifted me. ___ who are you and what do you want in my house? __I am diablo the head of the most feared mafia in this country. The men roared with laughter. Paolo continued: ___ And what does the big boss do alone in my house? Where are the countless allies you must have? ___" I was betrayed by my brother, he took away my post but I'm going to get it back but for that I need your help . I spit blood on the floor ___He's a lunatic! One of the men said...

Maria: “I am coming,” I said, snapping at whoever was knocking the door at this time of night. My eyes met Alonzo’s and I frowned when I saw how hard his eyes were on me. “You do realize what time it is, right?” I asked, and he nodded. “Diablo is calling for you. You don’t want to keep him waiting, he is somewhat upset.” He said, and I scoffed. It was not something that I wasn’t used to anyway.

Gunshots. Screaming. Flames surged behind them, devouring the estate, clawing up the walls like beasts unchained. “ISA!” Lucian shouted, standing, grabbing her hand—but she was slipping from his grasp, her eyes wide with panic now. The dream distorted, twisted. He was running. She was pulled from his fingers by a force he couldn’t see. Smoke burned his lungs. The roses were ash. The courtyard was shattered glass and shell casings. Shadows danced between the firelight—men with rifles, yelling commands in a language he didn't understand.

But today, there was something different in it, something sharp. Emilia offered a tentative smile. “Hi, Rosa.” Rosa didn’t return it. Instead, she dropped the basket on a stone bench and tilted her head. “You walk around here like you belong. Like you’re not the reason things are falling apart.” Emilia blinked. “I… I don’t understand.” Rosa’s lip curled. “Oh, you understand perfectly.” Then she stepped closer, her voice low and biting. “El Diablo se está muriendo por una bruja como tú.”