Reign In Hell Book Novels & Stories

The book. Her eyes turned to the book that had flipped closed. Magic had surged through her upon their pact being made. Holy Magic. Something highly dangerous to Fiends and Demons, yet had no effect on Zalakai. "Rayleigh." His warped voice brought her attention back to him. His black eyes stared down at her as his large hand cupped her face. He was being so tender with her suddenly. Not the proper nature of a Demon. "Zal..." She tried to speak when a pain flashed through her hips. She gritted her teeth as her eyes fell down to where they were still connected. His thick, enlarged cock had torn her, literally. Blood dripped from her tears.

and was blessed and worn by Diana, The Third is the daughter of The Crone Hecate the Goddess of the Waning moon the beholder of Death and rebirth the goddess of transformation and guidance this child will be able to control Death and Rebirth and she will guidance’s and foretell and write prophecies she will possess the Amulet of the Waning moon it’s made of a rare Magenta Moonstone and is shape like a half moon and was blessed and worn by Hecate and then comes the most powerful and rarest of them all first Tribrid of our kind she will control grown and birth amongst our kind she will control power and fulfillment and stability she will possess the Amulet of the Full Moon it is made of

The bartender’s eyes immediately glazed over before it returned to its original state. Perfect. “I am here for a necromancy spellbook,” I stated before I pulled out an envelope full of cash. The bartender nodded and walked away. I guess I am supposed to follow him now. Shortly after he walked away, I followed him, and we came upon a library full of dusty old books. There was a magical block in front of the books which prevents anyone from just walking in and taking them. These books are usually cursed and upon successfully stealing them, you are then possessed by a force that makes you return the object. Upon returning it, you will be prosecuted indefinitely.

She blinked her eyes. Ailina’s POV: I just wanted to tease Ricky. I was curious if he would read the book as Siri did. He cast of glance at the name of the book and read, “Reborn To Get My True Love.” His mouth twitched. “Do you like this type of novel?” I coughed softly, “Although the name of this novel sound boring, it’s quite good. You can read it to kill time.” He nodded. He turned the first page. After reading a paragraph, he frowned and asked, “Does the heroine lost one leg?”

I walked away from the village lights, feeling the world shift; tiny, subtle, but definite… under my footsteps. Ava was a weapon. Gregon was a monster. The King was dead weight. Liam was a child playing dress-up. And I… I was the only one willing to shape the ruins into something worthy. The people’s fear was my ink. Their anger was my kindling. And the Reigns? The Reigns was about to learn who should have worn its crown. I smiled now, slow and certain. Let the seeds grow. Let them bloom into fire so that in time, I will harvest the ashes…

The lengths that we would go for each other had been set in stone. I was sure now, that regardless of anything that could or would happen in the future, I would always have her by my side. The End The Reaver Chronicles: Book 1: Raziel (Complete) Book 2: Raphael (Complete) Book 3: Ramses (Complete) Book 4: Rowen (Complete) Book 5: The Keepers (Complete) Book 6: Rayne (Complete) Obsidian: (Spinoff based in the same universe)

Damon I am known as Damon Reed, The Prince Of Hell, and I've been at this for three hundred years. Every year it's the same. My father sends me all over Earth from November 26th to December 25th. He does this because The Moiari (The Fates) foretold this. They did the same for the angels, but their window is during Lent. As above so below, truly does apply here. My father's brother rules Heaven and he too has a son. We are both destined to find our queens, but that's where the similarities between us end. If our queens were in Heaven or Hell, we would have already found them. So they must be on Earth because Earth is where those not fully born of this realm end up or those that simply refuse

In my past life, my entire family doted on Lilith Hale, the adopted daughter they had cherished since she was a little girl. And me? I was Nora Hale, the Alpha's biological daughter. I had gone missing as a child and grown up away from them. But when I finally came home, they treated me like a stranger. My fated mate, Oakley Grant, said, "Lilith is the only one in my heart. You're nothing but a tool for this arranged bonding." My brothers, Matthew and Adam Hale, said, "Lilith is our only sister. You don't deserve that title." My birth parents, Jackson and Sara Hale, said, "Lilith has always been frail. Can't you just let her have her way?" In my past life, I did everything I could to please

I looked up at the man's face as he once more dropped his gaze to look me over, much slower this time, causing me to shift uncomfortably, all but half hiding behind Xavier at this point. "What part of off limits do you not understand?" Xavier growled down at him once more, but this time took a step into the smaller man's space as Bane let out a low growl, finally making the man actually back off. "We're here to check in for the second prince of the Celestial Kingdom, Prince Daydree. Give us four tents, and we'll leave you to your... business." Xavier told him in a short, clipped tone that told me he was already over this whole place when the girl that had been with the man a moment ago came

One volume called to her like a whisper against bone: *The Greater Veil: Finer Threads of Dominion* She pulled it free. The book was heavier than the black tome from her father’s library, its cover bound in something that looked like polished shadow-leather, warm to the touch. She opened it carefully. The first pages spoke of layered commands, of weaving intent so precisely that the dead obeyed without resistance, of turning even the strongest-willed undead into extensions of the caster’s will. Raven’s breath caught. She looked up at Victoria. Victoria read the title over her shoulder, then met Raven’s gaze. She squeezed Raven’s hand once—firm, reassuring—and nodded.