Libro Infernal Novels & Stories

Anna called Henry into the room after her conversation with Lydia. She took out an ancient book and handed it to him. "What's this?" Henry saw three words on the cover—Holy Demon Scriptures. "This is the Holy Clan's highest practice, the Holy Demon Scriptures. I watched you fight the last time, and it seemed like you also practiced the Infernal Scripture. "The Infernal Scriptures is only a part of the Holy Demon Scriptures, and it's not as advanced and perfect as the Holy Demon Scriptures, so I retrieved this for you," Anna explained.

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."

A low heat rose in my belly. His fingers lingered across my neckline. It made the room slightly warmer than the season warranted. And despite the chill of the day, I still felt the heat beaded up around my forehead. He leaned backward, breaking our heaven moment. His eyes held something I couldn't fathom. I watched as his claws and fangs protruded right in front of me. And slowly, he sank them into the woven fabric. Instantly, I was stark naked. The chill embraced me quickly. His fingers trailed across my beautiful jawline, his body heat made me arouse in some way I couldn't quite decipher. He tore his fabric apart, and he was standing naked in front of me.

"Cassandra is the name of my mama," Alexandra spoke stunned."Oh, poor fellow," Althea clicked her tongue in pity.She, of course, was a clever one. She knew meeting Azazel alone would be dangerous for her.And now if this human girl can do something to finish off the devil...why not play from behind?Thinking of this, she couldn't help but grow a smirk on her evil face."What do you say?" asked Alexandra shaking the bad witch lightly."Uh-huh. What? Can't a person daydream in peace?" Althea asked annoyed."This not the right place to daydream, I guess," Alexandra twitched her lips unaware."Okay. What?" asked Althea and she answered, "All I am saying is to take this book with us.""I don't think so,

Cynthia messaged me, savoring every bit of their trouble, and updated me on how they were doing. When Alan learned I was truly married, he fell into a spiral of despair. He shut himself in, drinking himself into oblivion. After a night of heavy drinking, Brenda took advantage and disguised herself as me. In his drunken haze, Alan accidentally ended up in bed with her. He married her, though he did so unwillingly. Life after marriage was pure chaos. Brenda's selfishness and recklessness came to light, and when Alan sought a divorce, she stabbed him in rage. She was certain Alan had betrayed her as well. After stabbing him and knowing she couldn't escape, she ran to the Samson residence and se

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll ruin you right here.” “Maybe I want to be ruined.” He stilled, jaw tight. “Careful, princess. Don’t tempt me.” I smirked up at him, breathless, reckless. “I thought you liked a woman with claws.” His curse came out strangled this time. “Per l’amor di Dio.” (For the love of God.) I was still on my knees, wrists red from his tie, lips swollen and sticky, when Lucian pulled back with a groan that rattled through my bones.

I couldn't help but shiver every time I remembered back to what those voices had said. Hayden was dangerous. In every way. And why wouldn't he be? I wasn't supposed to die that night. This wasn't supposed to happen. That accident happened because he came in the way! Lord of the Dead. That's what the voices called him. So, I tried dwelling in those thicks, old books, trying to find something useful. Except, the only language they were in, wasn't English. And the words written on those rough papers made no sense to me.

“And if she’s using physical conduits, there must be texts that describe counter-rituals. The old priests wrote about spiritual cleansing. Possession-breaking.” “Possession?” The word burned in my throat. Lira nodded slowly. “That’s what this is, Damon. The first thread of it.” Rayna exhaled, steady but cold. “Then we find the thread and cut it before she weaves the rest.” “Somewhere in this library,” Lira said, scanning the endless shelves, “there’s a volume called ‘Divine Inversions.’ It’s one of the oldest texts on corrupted bindings. Half myth, half manual. I haven’t read it yet; the last archivist sealed it after the war of the twin gods. Thanks to Wendrah we have it here. But if the se

A good minute passed by until the uneasy crowd parted, and Lucifer walked out the door and into the garden to follow the strange woman prancing out the door. **** Lucifer The boughs of hell, the burning of skin and flesh, pierced my nose into the night. With such heat, many would think that the flames would cast light upon the tattered souls, but it doesn’t. Black magic reeks around every corner of hell, giving you a bittersweet taste of your fear as you think your torture for the day is done.

I know you heard me. 'Yes, I heard it.' I said to him. 'I am now reading the book I got from the restricted section of the library. There is something about this book, titled The 12 Sinners: The Demon's Souls. I think there is something here we can use to defeat them. Who knows, I will start here. Just enjoy them first, dude.' I heard Hunter's voice in my head. He is talking to me. I nodded my head even though he couldn't see me.