Poe Infernal Blow Novels & Stories

"My goodness! We actually have a thief in our office. No wonder my biscuits and snacks kept going missing from my table!" Vernon stood next to Peggy. After ordering security to block off all exits, they began searching everyone. Once it was my turn, I set the box down so I could cooperate with the search. Clearly, Vernon was momentarily startled upon noticing the asteroid figurine at the very top of the box. However, he still asked security to dump all the contents of the box onto the floor. Everything fell to the floor with a loud crash. The figurine was completely smashed to bits. It was like my relationship of six years with Vernon. Once there were cracks, things between us could never be

James sighed and said, “Goyo used the Pantheon Nexus on her and my friends.” Wesley abruptly turned to Taiyi upon hearing James’ words. He exclaimed, “Goyo must have gone to the Infernal Prison. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to obtain the Pantheon Nexus.” Taiyi remained silent but slowly reached out her arm. A black-and-white force instantly shot toward Thea, who was surrounded by Anonymous Gas. The black-and-white force gradually thickened and replaced the Anonymous Gas, then engulfed Thea.

A blood-curdling scream came from the furnace. That was how I'd died in my past life, and I couldn't help feeling vindicated as I watched Summer suffer the same fate. The fire ate her up. She'd left blood all over the furnace before her death because she'd tried to claw her way out. Terence stood there, looking like he was admiring a painting. Once Summer was incinerated, he turned to look at Jean. "It's your turn now."

"Back off! Everyone from the Yeagers, listen up! I came alone because I have something important to say. If you don't hear me out, disaster is going to fall right on your heads!" Adam snorted. "Let's cut your damn head off first. Matthew, stand down. I'll handle this myself." Andrew sneered. "First of all, don't flatter yourself! You think you can handle me? And second, ever heard of something called Frostblossom? Because I'm telling you, this poison is coming your way fast… And soon, you'll be seeing stars and saints all at once." Adam, who had raised his palms to strike, slowly lowered them, clearly shaken. "Frostblossom? The deadly poison from Eastonia? Andrew, what are you saying?"

Pedro cursed, flipping them suddenly so he was on top. He drove into her with primal force now, the plug still buzzing inside her ass. The professional setting was forgotten; the chaise creaked beneath them. Skin slapped against skin. Claire’s legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded her, deep and relentless. “Pedro…fuck, right there!” she cried. He reached between them, rubbing her clit in firm circles. “Come for me again. I want to feel you fall apart one more time before I fill you.”

I reached for the Original Insolvency. I took the Sovereign-Fang—the weapon that had grown from the Hunt, the Soul, and the Design—and I didn't strike Valerius. I Struck the Contract. I drove the blade of red-gold sinew into the "Perfect Narrative" on the tiles. I didn't try to save my history; I Invalidated the Signature. "I AM THE BAD DEBT YOU CAN NEVER RECOVER!" I roared, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my spirit not as a sun, but as a Tidal Wave of Raw, Un-Summarizable Anarchy.

POV: Blaze Ryder "Don't touch her! You’re a stain on his face, a rot in his voice! Rhea, don't listen to him!" Blaze’s voice was a ragged howl, but it felt thin and hollow in the vast, airless Archive. He was pinned to the obsidian floor by a weight that felt like the gravity of a dying sun. Every time he tried to flare his russet Alpha flame, the darkness pressing on his chest simply swallowed the heat, leaving him colder and weaker. He watched, helpless, as the entity wearing his brother’s skin leaned over the throne, its golden eyes shimmering with a warmth that Blaze knew was a calculated lie.

As the sun reached its zenith, the wind suddenly shifted. A low whistle echoed across the desert. Then another. The sand beneath our feet began to stir. "Everyone back!" Orion shouted. The ground erupted. A massive creature burst from beneath the dunes. It resembled a scorpion, but its body was forged from molten stone. Rivers of lava flowed through cracks in its enormous shell, and its blazing tail crackled with fire. Its glowing eyes fixed upon us. "The Infernal Scorpion," Aurel whispered. "It was created to guard the Flame Temple."