Seven Rings Of Hell Novels & Stories

"I wouldn't say matär, but confuse. It's not expected that humans can even get this far alone. Even because... There are few physical portals to get here. And the main one is located in hell. So, it is not a world that is prepared to receive a human with the soul of a fallen angel. I believe you are leaving the barriers confused. “Barriers? “I asked. "Each room represents one of the seven circles of hell," he replied. "A raw reminder from the Celestial Deities that Eve would be condemned to live with creatures belonging to hell. Even your home is made of the essence of every capital sin. Therefore, at the end of each flight of stairs, we cross an invisible barrier that detects the soul we re

She quickly picked up the clothes she hadn’t worn yet before rushing out, I cannot believe this, what has really gotten into innocent naïve Esther or was I too blind to see this side of hers? I feel Heath’s hands wrap around my torso gently, “people have gotten too comfortable throwing your trauma around, I feel like I should break all their bones.” “You sound like some mafia don,” I sarcastically say. “Ah…. You are doing it again, are you really that into mafia bosses?” “I am not into mafia bosses okay; you are the one making obscure comments about killing people.” “Thank you for not misunderstanding, I was scared I would have lost you before I even got you.”

When he got to where I was, he held out the tool for me to see clearly "Please." I continued struggling against the bindings desperately. When he reached out to grab my arm, I suddenly froze, closing my eyes and turning my face away. "You Thompsons have heartlessly killed so many of our kind. You killed even those who never killed a human for centuries. You've tortured us and hunted us like Prey." Venom dripped from his voice. The darkness in his eyes intensified as he trailed the knife over my skin teasingly. I couldn't stop trembling in utter terror.

A vow in silence. No matter what blood was spilled. No matter how dark the road got. They would travel it together. As king and queen. Bound by fire. Bound by chains. Bound by love. Forever.

On the day of the departure they all dressed up, well prepared and ready for whatever they were going to face for the sake of survival. Or were they? "Fucking bastard. You said we won't meet any of this killer trees if we follow the 'yellow road.'" Ten cursed loudly. Refiling his gun with ammunition he fired aimlessly behind him. Yellow road on Ten's term. (The 'safe' path Salvador had marked out.) "Well don't blame me." Salvador breathed heavily. Multitasking between talking and running from a hoard of vines that carved for his flesh. "It isn't my fault that the area around the underground base is surrounded by a coal mine."

After seeing Clement and his parents off with Mom and Dad, I rubbed my tired eyes. Before going to bed, I checked my phone and came across a new post from Celine. Her posts were only visible to me. The photograph captured two intertwined hands, each with a custom ring on their ring finger. The caption read, "Jay put it on me—slipped it on my finger himself. I'm over the moon!" I had spent almost half a year designing those rings. They were one of a kind, and he had given them to Celine without the slightest concern for me.

“But take it from me, your good buddy. Money makes the world go round. What good is your academic prowess? If I hadn’t gotten married, then you wouldn’t even be allowed in this hotel! “Those girls you looked down on back then? You can’t even lick their boots now. This is where I’m better than you because I’m marrying a good wife, and I can walk sideways in Cirrus. “But hey, don’t get discouraged. When you see my wife later, I’ll get you a job as a security guard at Jefferson Corp.” I stared at him coldly. The higher he preened, the harder he’d crash. Just then, my phone rang. The funeral wreaths had arrived.

enjoined "Ali, for everything, to the one who compelled you to lose yourself to turn into this free, untamed beast...." She uttered those words until she found herself under his iron fist, his palm around her neck stifling her breath, his eyes empty. Two fires, his breath on fire, his tone of voice coming from the depths of Hell: "How do you know what I went through? And what do you know about me? And what do you know about my monsters, my spectra, and my hell? You don't know anything, and this word I'm sorry and comfort yourself because I don't need it from you understand?

When they realized what she had drawn, together they fell silent. When the sites were connected it was easy to see that the lines created a perfect inverted pentagram. “They feed at the five points of the inverted star,” Jasmyne breathed. “That’s right,” Aurora nodded. “Five points for the five realms of hell. One demon rules each realm with Satan himself at the bottom. This is the ritual. Every nine years they feed at one of the locations to pay homage to the five demons of hell.” “I’m almost afraid to ask,” Amelia began. “But who are the five demons?”

Ding Hao, if not with his acute Divine Awareness, might have mistaken it for an illusion. This Black Serpent Ring's origins were definitely not simple. As Ding Hao sank into the inner space of the ring using his Divine Awareness, what he saw surprised him. The space was at least ten times larger when comparing to Ding Hao's self-made ring. The first things that caught his eyes were five stacks of glowing black spinels neatly piled in the corner, each representing one of the five elements: gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. Any random stone was of the highest quality. Ding Hao only made a rough calculation. Each stack was of at least three thousand spinels, which meant that there were at lea