Novel Inferno Novels & Stories

Chapter 7: The Power Struggle Isla’s heart raced as she walked down the dimly lit hallway at Inferno, the thumping bass of the club’s music still vibrating through the floor beneath her. She had managed to escape the chaos of the main room, seeking a brief moment of solitude to think. The club was alive with energy, but for Isla, every step closer to the backrooms of Inferno felt like she was entering another world—one where she had to keep her composure, where secrets were traded like currency.

“Take it from someone who’s worked for Cainan for three years. It’s best to not do that.” “Then what do I do? I can’t sit and do nothing when I know that won’t help either.” “If Cainan is out to frustrate you, believe me, nothing is going to stop him, he wasn’t born Cainan Inferno, if you’ve done enough research on him, he was born Cainan Michael Day, he changed it to Inferno after the international success of his company. The Inferno stand to warn people that if they cross his path, they will be burnt and he’s taken it upon himself the past years that I’ve known him to ruin anyone that has crossed his path.” He explains to her in details what he’s heard, seen and witnessed to be true.

My stomach sunk in realization, Annabelle had been inflicted with an inferno spell. The inferno spell, a spell that is used to torture spies and criminals, so that they would relent and break. The spell heats up the surface of your skin slowly and then the temperature steadily goes up to a boiling point, until all you can feel is your skin slowly roasting and peeling under the burning pain. A slow, painful and agonizing death. Without me realizing it, my vision had blurred, tears pooling in my eyes as I took in the extent of her injuries. Wiping my unshed tears on the sleeves of my shirt, I sniffled and patted my cheeks, trying to maintain a calm façade.

_Elio_ I am completely floored by what just happened. I think I am going to have another debt to the Columbo girl, and I just created a new one for the Gabino girl. The Madonna! And they say that men are the ones who are hot-blooded! I turn my head towards the stronzo who has committed a crime against what is mine, and I approach the future Don Gabino and him with a calm step. "Speak. What did you do to piss off Maria and Valentina like that?" orders Gabino.

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

We are too far away for the ice fragments to hit us. “It explodes…!?” I inadvertently murmured. “No, that’s not it.” Principal murmured. “You see, Flare-Eater could control how much they could burn. If it’s dead, the liquid that is left behind is extremely flammable.” “You mean, something is igniting it to explode…!?” “Yeah, and that thing is a type of ‘Hellhound’, and it’s called the ‘Bearer of Death’.” After the clouds of dust settle down, a ferocious-looking dog cloaked in flames, lit up the cave.

--- Hell was no place for the faint-hearted; it was a realm carved from shadows and fire, where despair lingered like a heavy mist. The skies were eternally cast in hues of deep crimson and black, split by cracks of molten lightning that illuminated the jagged, obsidian cliffs. Rivers of molten lava twisted through the land, their currents whispering secrets of lost souls. Towers of dark stone loomed ominously, each crowned with a flame that burned not for warmth, but to reflect the unending torment below. The air itself was alive, heavy with the wails of the damned and the hum of infernal power, a ceaseless symphony of agony and fury.

How can she let me suffer all these years when destroying our enemy was so easy? I catch a glimpse of Luna Nala with the corner of my eye, falling on her knees and holding her chest. I don’t know much about these things but that’s probably the pain of their bond ending. I can’t say I am sorry though. She will be fine and I hope she will get a decent second chance mate. Charred flesh smell fill the air. A smell that seem to fuel my vengeful wolf. Nina’s whole fur is red like flames but I can’t tell when the actual fur ends and becomes flames or if the flames are what make her fur.

She really wanted a solution to this, and if she could get her proof, she could have the case reopened and get her job back. “Just out of curiosity, did you ever find the second victim?” China asked and Zina shook her head negatively. “The building got burnt to the ground. There is no way she would have survived it unless...” Zina trailed off as a realization dawned on her. “Unless she started the fire.” China completed Zina's sentence, an evil grin on her face. “That has to be it. If that's truly the case then...”

Kisa was nervous. 'This is the eighth floor. How could someone climb up here? What could that be? A thief? Or the killer who wants to stop her from finding the truth about the prison fire? It won't come to the hotel to steal if it is a thief, not to mention that I have just checked in. If it is not a thief, then it is likely a killer.'