Ring Of Inferno Novels & Stories

He figured it was as good a day as any to test out whether I could go back to work on the Surface with him. “If we have time afterwards,” Valefar slid a hell-forged ring onto his right ring finger. “I might see if there are any other idiotic humans who want to sell me their soul for mortal riches or for a two-inch bigger cock. Business has been a bit boring and slow recently,” With a sick grin, he pulled me against his scorching body and flicked his ringed hand, summoning a column of fire to swallow us up and spit us out onto the Surface.

I casted a fire spell. Flames erupted from the floor and engulfed Noso in its fury. Out of the 20 circles I placed, 5 of them were barrier spells and 10 of them were fire spells. I needed a lot of heat for this to work so using 10 [Inferno] at the same time should be enough given time. As for the last 5 circles, they were ice spells.

Mortimer demanded, "You're the bastard who pushed my sister-in-law and nephew around? I'll kill you!" I covered my son's eyes the moment Mortimer started throwing punches. He was trained in kickboxing, and he never stopped practicing. That punch must've hurt. Blood trickled down the corner of Christopher's lips, and Mortimer pulled him up by the collar. Christopher gave me a look that had many emotions within. Then, he clenched his teeth. "Kill me if you want. I won't give up on Queenie." Rachel lunged at Christopher and cried, "Mr. Halloway, if you want to hit someone, hit me! This is all my fault!" She couldn't stop shaking.

now pulsing with the green veins of the Father-Root, and the Jovian "Ice-Sloops." ​They converged on Saturn. The planet’s rings—the "Living Ring" created from the ruins of the Dyson-Siren—were already beginning to vibrate. The billions of data-shards, containing the liberated souls and memories of a century, were screaming in a sub-harmonic frequency of pure terror.

It was a sleek, minimalist ‘I’ wrapped in a circle of stylized flames. Inferno Tech. "Is it the infamous Inferno?” I almost gasped. She nodded. “They aren’t just a tech company. They are the digital backbone of the Mediterranean underworld. Their CEO... they call him L'Oscuro. The Dark One. Dante Galante. The good news? They are hiring.” “They don't hire people like me." I said bitterly. "Isabella Santiago is a dead NYU socialite. Alessia Moretti is a nobody from a village in Sicily who doesn't exist on LinkedIn."

Chapter 1: Into the Inferno The roar of the flames was deafening, like the devil himself breathing down their necks. Dante Reyes kicked through another burning door, his heavy turnout gear already feeling like a furnace. At thirty five, he had seen hell more times than he could ever count, but this super fire fueled by climate dried forests and years of corporate greed was something else entirely. “Anyone here?!” he bellowed, voice muffled by his mask. "Can anyone hear me, he shouted."

clan, as a sign of reconciliation. he was a fanatical vampire hunter, along with a team of inquisitorial mercenaries, killing henchmen and young vampires. The ring possessed immense telekinetic energy, surpassing even the powers of a vampire. With the help of this artifact, it was possible to slow down the enemy, on occasion, attract or discard. The ring was fed by the energy of the owner. The alchemist died when he met with an old vampire who dealt with a group of the Inquisition and gave the alchemist himself a cruel death, the ring fell into the circles of vampires. The ability of the telekinesis of a vampire, the ring strengthened dozens of times. Nothing is known about the glove, excep

My heart skips. Aragon raises his hand, and the two park benches in the middle of the garden slowly dissolve into shining dust. The dust circles round us, forming a wide ring. When the circle closes, it stops—hanging mid-air. “This is the Ring of Return,” Aragon explains. “It binds the past to the present.” I inhale. Zella does too, and it feels like we share lungs. “Before we begin,” Aragon continues, “there must be truth.” He gestures at Zella. “Speak.”

While it was true that Barbarians could not use the power of the elements, the way Red Rose was fighting would have misled one into thinking that she was an earth wielder. “I guess this is a bit too easy for the woman who singlehandedly destroyed the Lost City. Well, let’s surprise her a bit,” Chief Priest Kaka’s eyes sparkled as a sly grin spread across his face. On his left hand, one of his many rings began to light up. Unlike the other rings, this ring stood out in that instead of a skull figurine on its head, there was a figurine of a golem. The light of that ring grew brighter and brighter, and soon it caught even Red Rose’s attention.

"It’s a Log. Every failed iteration, every 'Glitched' species that didn't make the cut... they were dumped here in the debris field." The Sapphire Ring Dominating the center of the sector was the Grand Stack Core—a titanic ring of sapphire energy that spanned a diameter larger than Earth's orbit. It pulsed with a rhythmic, heavy beat, like the heart of a sleeping god. "The Ring is the source of the 'Reclaiming' signal," Rhys analyzed. "But it's being choked. Look at the perimeter." Surrounding the sapphire ring were thousands of black, jagged obelisks—the Eraser Spires. They were draining the blue energy, turning it into the grey "Null-Wave" that was deleting the universe.