Seven Rings Of Hell Novels & Stories

*"The Seven must unite." The floor beneath their feet erupted with a brilliant, blinding silver light. Seven perfectly formed, glowing circles materialized in a ring around the trembling Final Seal, each bearing a distinct, ancient cosmic symbol. > **The Wolf.** > **The Moon.** > **The Star.** > **The Eclipse.** > **The Sword.** > **The Shield.** > **The Heart.** > Selene stepped forward, her hand pointing to each designated space. "Killian—you are The Wolf. Seraphina—you are The Moon. Aiden—you are The Heart."

“I’ll see you tomorrow” And with that, He left the room. Admiring the ring , its tiny and hard price tag fell out and I instantly fell to my knees. What the hell? These zeros cannot be real, they can’t actually be real. Wearing a ring with seven zeros , I need water before I actually pass out. This doesn’t seem real. I’d have to sell six of me to try to get this ring myself. And I’m pretty sure Getting me all these will not even quake Hardy’s bank account a bit.

Without any command, twelve men in black cloaks began to surround the pentacle, chanting the same words, the Mistress is speaking. In no time, the ground shook as though it's breaking into half followed by the sweltering air which came from the forming fissures, tracing the pentacle sign wherein Tomoya and Takumi are in. Astoundingly, Tomoya did not panic. He only watched the ground around him crack and fall down to small pieces underneath him to which humans identify as hell. Piercing cries reverberated, bringing the entire locus, counting the air and any life forms to shake; indicating the arrival of a formidable yet ghastly being.

I turn on the water and quickly wash my hands, wanting to return to Carson to seek information about last night. “Ouch!” I look from the mirror to see what scraped the palm on my right hand. It’s a large ring. Not just any ring. A giant diamond on my ring finger. I squint at it, the water still flowing from the faucet. I stare as if the diamond will tell me all that I can’t remember. **** Carson The faint sound of a phone ringing slices into my sleep. Is it the room phone? While my groggy brain dashes between sleep and waking up, the sound of the ringing phone ceases. Replacing it is the sound of loud pounding on the door.

"I cut these with a dagger—each one for every moment I hurt you. The system told me you were in a new world. I killed everyone who stood in my way. Even if I had to fall into the abyss, I would..." "Enough!" I clapped my hands over my ears, tears falling onto my wedding dress. Colin pulled me gently into his arms, his chin resting lightly on my head, his warm breath brushing my ear. "Don't be afraid. I'm here."

Chapter three. Things we do for lust. Elliott Metallica pounded in my ears as my hands and feet moved methodically, skating around the smooth tar, the wheels underneath my feet gliding smoothly as I speared and deposited trash into the black garbage bag I carried. Community service in the height of the South Carolina summer is so wrong, but what’s a bitch to do? Especially when it court mandated community service. I sighed and wiped sweat off my brow, this sucks! Eleven weeks of community service because of that shit Wesley Eckhart and his stupid red Honda.

Even if he makes a mistake in a future, we will make him walk on the correct path. My little Princess Anahita (Anahita meaning water), she is very precious to me. She is an exact replica of her mother. With her big doe eyes, she wrapped me around her little fingers. My angel always gets jealous of my princess because angel thinks that I love Anahita more than her. Yes, I love her more than anything in the world because she is very innocent, just like her mother. I will always protect my princess from those evils in the world. We started our journey From Hell to Heaven.

How ironic. I was born in the UK until my widowed father fell in love with an architect from Mobia and followed her over here. What he didn’t realise was that this island is also the site of Bunland Mountain, a volcano believed to be a source of magic and when close, supernatural beings take on their true form and have access to their powers. I’m a fairy born to normals. A changeling, they call me. My father and brother are normals, my step-mother, step-sister, and half-sister are mermaids.

Envy. Spiders that formed from the darkest corners of the mind crawled into cool fingertips, to skitter beneath the tightly drawn flesh, rough and scarred from a world too cruel. A gleam danced in a pair of eyes that had become shaded with repressed emotions, dangerous and boiling. A kettle on the stove, steam rising to curl against the ceiling above, drowning the body in waves of angry heat.