Nine Circles Of Hell Book Novels & Stories

It was vibrating so hard it was humming—a low-frequency thrum that made the very marrow of her bones ache. "The Ninth Circle is the 'Circle of Betrayal,'" Vane warned, grabbing her wrist. "In the Ninth, your own shadow will try to choke you. Your memories will turn into daggers. If we go down there without a tether, we won't just die. We'll be rewritten." "He has my sister, Vane," Elara said, her eyes flashing with a spark of the old violet fire—only now, it was edged with a cold, iron grey. "The Ninth can have my soul. I just want her back."

It carries the weight of my deadpanned soul awaiting a release in the atmosphere of hell. I envy the demons who are alloted to travel across the realm without any obligation or signing the exit contract in Satan's chamber. That red book levitating beside Satan's bed is like a pet to him; he takes it while he is on his rounds in the realm. Only the hardcore tainted souls who have killed and died with the victims should sign the book of exit... especially, me for he has placed me on the lowest pedestal.

"Lyra, this is Moon-Silver Draught, a secret medicine of the pack. It soothes bloodline instability, restores strength, and reinforces your wolf nature. You and the pup both need it." The woman accepted the bowl with visible nerves. "Madam Whitefang, you are too kind. If Rowena sees this, she will be upset." Helga scoffed. "A woman who cannot bear pups has no right to my care. She does not have to suffer childbirth and still gets two adorable pups. That is a blessing. What does she have to complain about?" Lyralei's lips tightened for a fraction of a second. She glanced toward Garrick in search of reassurance and found none.

One where she was happy and safe. Loved and treasured… Because at the end of the day, it only felt bittersweet to know, that the people who did this to her, never would be able to hurt her again. Thanks to me… Alpha of the Tartarus Pack! Hell’s Alpha… At that, I smirked. They say revenge is a dish best served cold… I think it’s a dish best served--- In Hell…

And that was because a person's life was more important than finding the radius of a circle. The teacher talked about the levels of demons. Low-level demons which were common yet mildly dangerous. Mid-level demons were more uncommon but in multitudes like criminals, they are highly dangerous and most likely require a demon hunter to kill them. Then high-level demons, when one is seen the city must be immediately evacuated. They require multiple demon hunters to kill them. Finally special ranked, are rare but when sighted, not even a nuke can stop them. "Ma'am, what are the princes of hell? I saw it on news." A boy asked

he said without looking up from his newspaper. “I was with Charon on river Styx, and then when I got off his boat I was in the seventh circle. The one with the burning sand and raining fire. The sand turned into quicksand and it is swallowing me and I’m burning. There are demons around me and they are chanting that I should die.” I took a bite out of my cookie. Pops closed his newspaper and stood up. At the same time, Gran arrived. We settled in the living room, me, my parents, Lucifer and Lilith.

"The eighth circle," Prince Drakan rasped, his voice a grating echo of its former grandeur, "I attained it before I'd even tasted the sweetness of two decades. Yet, the ninth stage, the pinnacle of power, remained tantalizingly out of reach. Fifty years I toiled, clawing my way through the celestial labyrinth, only to find myself forever tethered to this desolate plane. A cruel jest, wouldn't you say?"

Her cut and bruised hand tightened on the pen again and ploughed into the paper Dearest mortal you have become blind…blind to the fight that is constant around us, that creeps in the night while you sleep, that watches your every move…just so that when you trip and fall…your soul is on the line…easy for the taking. Don’t fall for his tricks… he fights over your soul dear human that Devil seeks to lure people away from God, his doing a mighty fine job. And you’re letting it happen. Have you ever wondered how some mere humans are so poor and unheard of, then extremely rich in a matter of seconds? This person has obviously offered his or her soul in exchange for diabolical favours. Of cours

"Alistair, ruler of the Underworld Kingdom, leader of the demons, powerful and invincible, but his most terrible gift is that he can resurrect dead demons. The only person who can defeat him is the so-called 'chosen one' of the sorceresses. If she succeeds, the Underworld will weaken and the other evil creatures will be left without defense, demons will not be able to return after being chased away by the sorceresses..." Selene's eyes widened in surprise. This dream, or rather a nightmare, was a kind of vision, a vision of what could happen to her if she fails the mission. The thought terrified Selene, so she immediately closed the Book of Magic with a bang and put it on the desk. Sitting on

Her voice carried a barely noticeable tremor, yet was incomparably resolute as she asked, "Netherworld Judge, have I seen all the paths in the Book of Reincarnation? Are there truly no other living spirits' reincarnation records?" Seeing this, the Netherworld Judge felt a secret tension in his heart. Looking at Amelia's somber gaze, he dared not conceal anything. He bowed and nodded slowly, his tone full of respect and gravity, and said solemnly, "Yes, Ms. Cromwell. The Book of Reincarnation is the embodiment of the rules of the heavens, recording the reincarnation paths of all living spirits in the Three Realms and the Six Paths without omission. You have just seen all the beams of light; t