Libro Infernal Novels & Stories

When you leave your heart behind" Libro 2 Mi Corazon te pertenece - Book 2 My Heart will be yours Power & Temptation Mafia Series (Buenovela) (Goodnovel) Libro 1 Mafia Italiana - Book 1 Italian Mafia A****N KINDLE luna indomable spanish version Power & Temptation Mafia Series Book 2 "IVANOV" Russian Mafia Individual stories (Buenovela) (Goodnovel)

I lay beside Barbara and looked at her. She’s a mortal, and I am not. Father will be angry if I mingled with a mortal’s life, again. I slid my fingers on her angelic face. I remembered the notebook she gave me. I reached out to my pants which was not that far away from the bed. I held the notebook, I leaned on the headboard and comfortably sat on the bed. I opened the notebook and read it. August, 1605

On the dark oak counter rested a velvet-lined wooden case containing a manuscript Helena had not seen the day before. “There are truths that only reveal themselves when blood recognizes its match,” murmured Mrs. Gable, her bony fingers sliding over the book’s cover. “You touched the Wolf, didn’t you? And from the glow in your eyes, he touched you as well.” Helena did not confirm it, but the tremor in her hands as she opened the manuscript was answer enough. The document was a memorial record from one of Dante’s ancestors, dated before the great sawmill fire. As she read, the structure of Blackwater’s supernatural universe began to expand before her eyes in layers of tragedy and destiny.

- Yamato, Peter, Oliver - "I'm surprised you know of R'yarj." Yamato said. "How do you know about that?" Oliver asked Peter. "The eldritch are a mystery to most gods." "Hell's library." Peter said. "There's books on just about every bein' in the world. One of the books, written by Satan, is about the eldritch. The book didn't have much in the way of information, but it did mention the eldritch that had the ability to give deals." He sighed. "Satan's obsession with arbiters is one of his few positive traits."

They'd read 9 Lives, 10 Circles, and been tested on it. He wished he had a copy right now. It was a fiction book about one tom's attempt to gain an audience with the Black Devil. It read like a tour guide of the Underworld, down to the minutest detail, when it didn't go into the scratchings of the main character's slowly twisting mind.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

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The underground archives smelled of old parchment, dust, and faint ozone from Serena’s protective wards. Dim emergency bulbs cast a sickly yellow glow over rows of forbidden tomes, ancient relics, and sealed vaults that no regular student had ever seen. They had barely sealed the heavy iron door behind them when the pounding from above intensified. The infected quarterback and his horde were tearing the library apart floor by floor. Kael paced like a caged animal, still naked, his body a map of rapidly healing wounds. “I can hear them,” he muttered. “My pack. Or what’s left. They’re calling for me through the broken bond.”

Blood dripped through the man's hands, which held the book's spine, slick with his own blood. “Tell me it was worth it,” whispered this man. “There was never a version of this where it wasn’t,” Lucifer whispered. Allistair tried to shout, but his vocal chords betrayed him. The battlefield erupted around him and screaming voices and pounding wings, and reality itself began to rend. The book thrummed. Not with a vibration of power or a flash of illumination. Just a presence, an absence that filled the space. The man caught in Lucifer’s grip shook as blood dripped from his fingers, seeping into the pages before disappearing as if devoured.

he began, raising the axe again. ***** The wind whipped through his hair as he sat on the hill, overlooking the city. Like an angel of death, hovering over the city, searching for his next soul to drag into the abyss. His blood-stained shirt clung to his skin, but he didn't bother with it. Too tired to think much of anything else. He had made a terrible mistake, perhaps his very first since he set eyes on Asher Fishman.