Nine Circles Of Hell Book Novels & Stories

“Light or dark doesn’t matter. It’s just levels of nasty when we wash the laundry and take out the trash.” That was something odd to say in Ian’s estimation. He knew they’d be euphemisms, but for what he wasn’t sure. Looking at the now open book. There're scribbled notes covering the pages' empty spaces as they fought for room with the diagrams and symbols. The splotches must be ink or blood. The paper was yellowed, and the ink faded. Ian knew nothing about books. To him, it looked old and ready to fall apart. “But do we have what we need to kill them? Or can we kill them?”

"I am the Adrian who opened the Ninth Cipher." His heartbeat stopped. "No." "That never happened." The older Adrian nodded. "Not in your history." "But history has been rewritten many times." The reflection raised one hand. The surface of the compass transformed into another vision. An enormous city stretched beneath a sky filled with floating books. Its towers reached into the clouds. Children laughed through streets lined with silver trees. The Nine Doors stood open. No darkness. No war. No fear. Adrian stared in disbelief. "What place is this?" "The world that almost survived."

Darius The Ninth Circle was worse than it was in my dream. The obsidian pillars here were larger, etched with runes that pulsed with a slow, rhythmic violet light: the heartbeat of the digestive system Elena had described. The ground was no longer glass; it was a grey, ash-like substance that felt like bone-dust beneath my boots. This felt too real, like it was physical.

Death is a tragedy, and I’ll do anything to stay alive. Are you ready for the last ride of your life? Six has a gun to your head—what would you do? This isn’t a love story. It’s a death story. Find out more here Check out the Trailer Breach Book 1 His body was sin, his cock was sin, and I was a sinner. To keep myself safe I hide in the world and let life move around me. My new partner, Nathan, isn’t safe. Far from it. The darkness coils around him, hidden by a shield created by a blinding smile. But those who live in shadows see past the façade we create.

Betrayal flooding him as he gets kicked again and his blood splatters all over the floor. Behind him, the door closes and, with it, the war is silenced. The cellar is dark and stuffy, the air charged with humidity as Diaz walks down the steps carefully, following the trace of his lost angel. Just like Dante following Virgil willingly down to hell, Diaz sinks deeper with each step, unknowing of the fate he chose by closing the door behind him. And there, in the 9th circle, boxed under heavy concrete, Althea is waiting for him.

a loud voice boomed. I flinched while Rena patted my back, "is okay, Bareea, it is already time." she said softly. "Where do you think I'll be put?" I asked curiously. "The hell is located in the ground while heaven is in the sky. Hell and heaven have seven divisions. I think you will be put in the seventh heaven because you are one of the most innocent people on earth." she smiled cheekily, "but life was too cruel to take you soon." she mumbled.

I barely have time to do this before the sensation of tugging once more overwhelms me and the world blurs away. Months go by like this and I begin to lose hope. I have taken to stealing to keep up my supplies as I am dragged world by world, the tugging never ceasing. "I must have travelled to at least a hundred worlds by now. Maybe I should just head home and tell father that this was all a lost cause." I think, the depression begin to overcome my resolve. The tugging begins again and I am once more thrown from one world into the next. **************************************************************************************************************************************************************

ALMA I was scared out of my mind. I thought I was going to die with no one to save me. Until Lazzaro came. I hated everything about the underworld with my whole being. A girl couldn’t escape her abductor without being abducted by another. Just that these ones were out to kill me. I didn’t understand Russian, but I knew what ubit meant. It meant kill. And they used that a lot. They were going to murder me.

Going through each storm and each of the nine circles of our hell, building a new layer for us and our perversions. Is this a way to love? How do you love someone? How do you love it? None of the thousand voices running through my mind can hide how delicious sin is, embrace each of the crooked lines I've found hidden under every scar branded in my soul, anxiety is a cruel bitch, creating wicked fantasies to be brought down by the wrecking ball named Giacomo Costello. I inflated my chest lovingly remembering the flames taking over the prison he lived in for so long, finally accepting the destiny traced from the cradle to be his, to welcome each of his pieces, each of the faces of his lies, an

Nadir slowly slumped down on the couch and hid her face in hands, her anger suddenly disappeared somewhere, and wings curled and vanished. - Impossible... You are lying, it is not true, it is impossible...- Samael gasped. - And yet it is true, you saw it with your own eyes. Nadir is kind of like a princess of Hell.- Lilith replied, then turned to her.- Look, you can rule Hell along with your father. What do you think about it?- she suggested. - So that's why you were seeing Lucifer all the time...- Samael said accusingly, but Lilith scolded him with a glare.