Novel Inferno Novels & Stories

This question came out of curiosity because, Ekaris has never visited him all by himself. Something must have led to something in this case, Bruno thought as well but decided to hear him out first. They had a long discussion about Enola, as inquisitive as he was, he kept on asking from one question to the other. Out of good mind and friendship spirit, Bruno satisfied all his queries. He went on to the extent of disclosing about the dinner date with her at the hotel. Intrinsically, he was owned by jealousy, what he also wanted was now becoming another man's whole. He chuckled , as if everything was alright. He had learnt everything he needed to know that was going on between the two lovers. I

She thought about her mother. She thought about the fire. She let herself go back into it — the heat, the smoke, the pine beam, the way her fingers had looked when she finally saw them in the light outside. She thought about crawling. About getting up anyway. About walking north with nothing and nowhere to go and the burning in her chest that she had not yet understood. She let it hurt. She let it convert.

“Read it before the fire. Then choose. The ashes are listening.” And she vanished into a servant’s hallway, swallowed by shadow. That night, alone, Isabelle read the letter by her hearth. The paper blackened at the edges, revealing words only when kissed by flame: “Isabelle, if you’ve found this, the city is not what you believe. We bound the fire once, with our blood. But now the seal weakens. If you do not rekindle the flame with knowledge and will, it will burn uncontrolled. Duskmoor is a tomb built atop embers.

Signs of a significant catastrophe looming not too far in the distant future. "Little mistress," I say hurriedly. "This is not Neptune, but Vulcan's work," trying to remember my Roman mythology. Vulcan, the god of the forge, his Greek counterpart Hephaestus. Vulcanism derived from the god's name, hence the word "volcano." Mixing mythology with some sound B.S., I continue. "Vulcan will cause the mountain to erupt, and in effect, destroy Pompeii." "How do you know this?" She asks with her green-blue eyes rounded in fear. I hate lying to a child, but what harm can a white-lie cause?

The acrid scent of the smoke still clung to Ava, a harsh reminder of the fire that took her parents. At eight, her world was a scary, gray place. A cruel twist of fate left her alone, an orphan in a world that didn't make sense anymore. A warm hand touched her shaking shoulder. Tears blurred her vision as she looked up at a strong man. He seemed so strong, unlike the weakness she felt. His kind face showed he understood. "Please don't... don't... Please don't kill me too," she whispered, her voice small and scared.

Claudia just rolled her eyes and said "Whatever! " Elaine was seriously furious so she started leaving the kitchen to go and call Miranda but was stopped by Nick who started begging her not to say anything to Miranda. Elaine tried to get out of Nick's grip but he was too strong so she started screaming but before she could wake anyone up Nick covered her mouth! She started struggling because she was not breathing but Nick didn't notice. Claudia noticed that she was suffocating but just looked into her eyes and smiled. Elaine stopped moving and her eyes turned blood red. Nick let her go but she fell to the floor like a bag of potatoes. She is dead! Nick killed Elaine, he killed her...

The inferno's intense heat radiated, causing the ground to tremble beneath Visenya's feet. Lucian had already taken flight, his eyes scanning the vast lands below in search of Visenya. Suddenly, a colossal tempest of flames erupted high into the sky, its fiery tendrils reaching towards the heavens. The intense blaze painted the landscape in shades of orange and red, casting an eerie glow upon the land. The blazing cyclone dispersed like a scorching tsunami, obliterating everything in its path. Lucian quickly circled back, his strong wings straining against the sheer force of the flames that threatened to engulf him.

Raven considered the question for a moment, her dark eyebrows drawing together. “It’s very complicated,” she said carefully, seemingly more prudent this time, as if she were weighing her words. “But the biggest difference is that Inferno wasn’t intended to destroy the body physically. In fact, it’s supposed to enhance one’s physical condition as time goes on, making them stronger and more… vital.” “Vital?” I repeated back. She nodded. “Those infected with the poison keep their.. youth. Meanwhile, those who ingest Black Marks… they deteriorate quickly. That’s why Kaleb wasn’t satisfied with my creation-.”

The inferno grew into a colossal beast of flame, engulfing everything around it, leaving only destruction in its wake. Xiao Chen felt his stomach in a knot and felt a heatwave coming. He immediately flew up to a safe altitude and watched from above the cumulative results of the monstrous inferno that continued gorging on everything on the hill. There was nothing but fire as if this was the very coming of Hell upon Earth, more so, with the acrid odor of burning wood that filled his nostrils. It took some time until the torments of the fiery inferno began to subside; the fire died down quickly and the entire hill was bare and black, the only salient spot of black that stood out upon miles and

They became feral infernal soldiers, their bodies ablaze with flames no water could extinguish, their very existence a curse on the land. These infernals rampaged through the streets, burning everything in their path—buildings, trees, people. Their screams were no longer human but guttural howls that echoed through River’s shattered streets. Mothers clutched their children as they fled blindly, desperate to escape the flames and the monsters. Some who tried to flee were caught by the ash and succumbed, their bodies becoming one with the fiery hive. The streets were filled with a madness that even the most hardened soldiers couldn’t contain.