Nine Circles Of Hell Book Novels & Stories

A scream followed. "You bitch!" Chiara stood at the entrance. Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were swollen and red. In her hand was a black pistol. The barrel pointed at Enzo. Her voice was hoarse. "I took a bullet for you. I almost died for you. And this is how you repay me?" "Chiara, put the gun down." Enzo's voice was cold. "We can talk about this."

I was lost in trance, lost in a world of my own with the sound of my heartbeat the only thing I could hear and feel. But, then again, it lasted only for a few seconds before a voice filled with whimper and pain pulled me out. Rough and harsh without any care. “I…won’t die alone, Vincenzo.” The voice muttered, his voice trembling and filled with so much anguish and resentment. “I must kill your wife. I have to carry out my duty assigned to me by the Italian Mafia.” After the voice, came a hand, filled with blood reaching out to me. Fear shot through my spine as I instinctively crawled backwards, away from the red hand covered in blood.

She smiled and collected the glass from me, keeping it on the table beside her. “Let me tell you a story Zoe," she said and my eyes beamed. I love it when she tells me stories. They’re always interesting. “Okay mum” I replied happily and laid properly on the bed, making sure I had a clear view of her face. She smiled and rubbed her palm on my hair. “it all happened a long time ago” she started. “In a different world from ours, called hell. Hell was lovely and peaceful as it was being ruled by the just King – Lucifer. The king of hell is always called Lucifer.

I took a heavy deep breath. The explosion, the killing, the dead people, the blood, and the building were circulating in my chain of thoughts. I can't perceive how the family of those people felt right now. They are innocent. Clearly, they are. But this Damon Karsyn shit! Is really Lucifer's alike. It sents me goosebumps every time I internalize his words. When he said that I deserve all the odd things in life such as crying, beating, bleeding, begging, and stuff that he says that made me pray in heaven.

My clit throbbed with every heartbeat “Isn’t this what you wanted, Muna?” His voice stayed calm, almost gentle, but the words cut deep. “You have fantasized about me so much you couldn’t help giving yourself pleasure on my bed. I bet you were thinking of me the whole time, pumping those fingers in and out of your pussy. I saw how wet you were. I saw how your body shook when you looked up and saw me standing there. I saw how hard your nipples were, begging for attention, begging for my mouth” He pried my arms away from my chest and pinned them lightly above my head with one hand “I told you I came here to sin. And that is exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to use you however I want while

Then he jumped and yelled and pointed at Xiao Chen angrily, "I told you that we can't come here! See what you got us into! Fine, that silly girl didn't listen to me. But even you didn't! Listen to me!" Xiao Chen could not be bothered with him. He focused himself and looked around alarmedly. Indeed, this place gave him a strange vibe. Zhiluan was still nagging, "It's over! There are ten temples in Hell, there are Black and White Generals, and there are Yin and Yang Judge. Also, not to mention the scariest Nether Emperor. We're doomed; we're so going to die..."

The book spoke of a long-forgotten prophecy, passed down through generations from a thousand years ago when it was written, after the death of the guardians of the dark world. The first chapter spoke of dire consequences that would befall a witch who by any chance dared to interact with a devil in whichever situation, and if by any chance that were to happen then the witch had to be taken back to the dark world and be imprisoned in a dungeon full of poisonous insects as a punishment to prevent future interaction between the two kinds. The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding.

I thought of a spell I had recently learned from books. I took my book of magic from under the bed and from the dressing table drawer I took the pendulum my mother had given me recently. I cleaned all unnecessary things from the floor and spread out a map of Italy on it. I opened the book on the appropriate page where the spell was located and wound the pendulum's chain over my hand, holding the sharpened crystal hanging from its end just above the map. This item, when one uttered a spell, would locate anyone I could think of. The more I thought about this person, the faster and more accurately the pendulum would find them. So I started thinking about Oliver, more and more every minute, clos

I muttered. They didn’t respond. The magic circle flared to life beneath our feet, glyphs rising like molten silver. A pulse of energy burst outward, and the world shattered into mist. When the mist cleared, I expected darkness like the last time, I expected Silence and the usual quiet courtyard tucked behind the Lycan fortress where they dumped me like unwanted evidence. Instead, a shocking chaos exploded around me. There was voices Screaming and people Throwing things at me. It was A vicious wall of sound so loud I stumbled.

It's a handwritten book by a toddler. Lucifer looked at the drawing. It had a sun with two adults and a child in the middle. The book had a name written: Jessica's mommy and daddy. Lucifer glances through the book and turns to the second page; it says to believe. The third page says, ‘I have not abandoned you.’ The fourth page, ‘if you are reading this it is because it was planned you find this.’ As Lucifer turns the page, he sees gods hand reaching out of the sky. As he checks the other pages, it is all blank. This is where your story begins. Tossing it aside, Lucifer can't help but tear up, seeing this girl's picture with long blonde hair and about seven years old.