Pandemonium Novels & Stories

He bellowed in defiance, “Prince Habeb! I know you by your voice, even though your face is covered with a mask. I am a man of prudence, so if you add 'fearless' you have fully rated me. I do not talk with pride as you do. To blame your evil intent is nothing; for we are the underdog nation. We have been fulfilling our own terms with the Emperor by paying our tributes to him so we can live in peace, but you have come to shatter our peace deliberately for unworthy reasons. Love for goodness sake has no connection with war. You do not love Banabella. You are a scoundrel. You murdered the true heir to the throne of the Empire of Suramy. Your gods got you confined to a sick-bed because of your si

The pandora is represented by that book and world’s cage, as the shared existence of the seven is taken, molded, and turns into its new ones as the seven worlds are created, marking the curse beginning He is now playing unknowingly against HIM. “The sins that go by their names and nature of PRIDE, LUST, GREED, ENVY, SLOTH, GLUTTONY and WRATH, created the havoc that turns everything of the world apart, yet.” Flashes with the image of the originals that she saw and witnessed in the previous stages, she stands walks forward and inspects the image that is being shown to her directly. Now knowing that the holder’s core and sin lie within her duty and responsibility of the box and the truth that s

"I am so sorry for everything. I can never know exactly how you must be feeling, I haven't experience all this I mean –so much pains, bad experiences –I am really sorry for everything you've lost in such a short time." I embraced her tightly and whispered to her ears."I love you Amy. I love you girls a lot," the girls came closer and wrapped their arms around me."I never let those word hurt me Amy. It wasn't your fault, you just don't know anything about my past." I disengaged from the ladies embraced and wiped off my tears, then I turned to Arnold with a smile on my face. "With this Arnold, can you now see that without you, as long as I have my friends with me and my mum, I will be so much

No doubt, it will become a place for wounded people from the underworld to seek treatment without the risk of embarrassing questions from the feds. As for Santo, we're not sure what's wrong with him lately. His mood swings are increasingly violent and strange. Sometimes we can see him smiling like a happy jerk, then suddenly, he goes into a black rage and breaks everything in his path. Fortunately, he is always careful to control himself in the presence of children.

Chapter 25 - Gluttony Gideon Panic room is busier than it has been in weeks. After Lucifer sent Emmett and me out of our little roundup mission, more people kept showing up. Eager to experience the thrill of the seven rooms designed after the seven deadly sins while also enjoying the alcohol and music on the dancefloor.

said Eirian with a yawn. “Already?!” Dorin asked, surprised. “Well, at least you finally got your phasma core.” “A phasma core?” Dorin asked again. “A thunder god’s phasma core,” Pan Phineas explained. “Since our element has such destructive power, it has been a Heilig tradition to keep our phasma in a cradle or core where it can sleep until we need its power.”

"Surely, you've heard of their existence-" "No, Master Miller!" Scarface screamed, but calmed himself and continued, "Pardon my rudeness, however, that person is not a demonologist. Demonologists summon demons to fight for them. These demons' fires are also green or purple depending on their rank, b-but that mage…" "What about him?!" Marcus couldn't help but raise his voice. Scarface's stuttering was really starting to irk him.

“Pandora is a special kind of beast that can do good or evil, depending on the host’s feelings. Right now, I think she’s feeding on Allaya’s anger. I believe the evil side took over.” Fuck! Just what I was afraid of.

Enraged at the people that sold me, I set the orphanage on fire. That's when the story of my existence started to circulate. They had called me The Reaper. After I started the fire on my old orphanage I was seen by the whole Brakstone City perched on the burning building, holding the scythe with a cloth coiled around my face. It was the same scythe that I had killed my father and the same cloth he'd worn as he died. And it hadn't matter if I'm just a child at that time their fear had made me an enormous monster in their eyes.

Coop reared back as if slapped, “What the fuck? Den, listen to me. We can’t do this. We can’t mess around with this shit. Look at that thing!” The candles were extinguished again, and the thing standing in the middle of the circle was back. Slowly, it began to move. It’s bones grinded against one another as it lifted one of its arms and pointed a single, needle-like finger…right at me. “It’s…it’s…it’s…” Sarah stammered, “It’s pointing at Ophelia.” “Daemon, esto subjecto voluntati meae!” Denver commanded, “Speak your name at once!” “I am Abaddon of the Pit.” It spoke.