The Mysterious Eighth Novels & Stories

I nodded with excitement and in a blink of an eye, Rebeca disappeared in the thin air. I was scanning my surrounding with great curiosity. It was totally different from earth. Then my eyes fixed at the castle behind me. It had an ancient look of medieval period, I could see plenty of guards were there, guarding every single room of the castle. Even the gigantic gate was guarded by four muscular guards. One could easily say in a glance that the security of the castle was top-notch. I was peering behind a huge tree. It was almost half an hour when I heard the sound of footsteps. I instantly felt the strong energy of Xander which was as strong as mine where Damien, Liam and Galaxy’s energy were

I said and she shrugged "So, tell me mom. Let's talk about this now. What is it about Adrian touching that book which makes you so scared?" I said and she looked at me for some time and sat saying "Elsa. This book contain somethings Adrian doesn't need to know if he opens it. It will make him uncontrollable and you'll lose him. Yes, it's a sacred book and it should help him. But they are still some mysteries. If he finds out now. It will only bring more tention between the natural and the supernatural...and hence, the natural will be destroyed in the process...and that's only going to be a disaster that will never end. Except, there's a sealed being--" she stopped not finishing her statement

Cass He plans to raise hell. The thought echoes in my head. I just got home from our little trip from the mystic brook and I couldn’t sleep. The idea of Tartarus surfacing to earth is devastating. Last year, I was just a normal preppy debate team president; now, I'm still a preppy debate team member only with a longer job description: an evil-fighting darkling in search of a way to stop hell from rising, saving humanity in the process while keeping a secret from my teammates. Everyone would have hated me if they knew the truth. That keen butler had to be curious. Before we all parted ways, he realized something. Yes, there are seven deadly sins, but why are there eight darklings? (Excluding

these suicides, unique among the dead, will not be corporally resurrected after the Final Judgement since they threw their bodies away; instead, they will maintain their bushy form, with their own corpses hanging from the thorny limbs He did not waste time observing their sufferings. He just headed on the Eighth Circle, called Malebolge ("Evil ditches"): the upper half of the Hell of the Fraudulent and Malicious. The Eighth Circle is a large funnel of stone shaped like an amphitheater around which run a series of ten deep, narrow, concentric ditches or trenches called bolge (singular: bolgia). Within these ditches are punished those guilty of Simple Fraud. From the foot of the Great Cliff to

This act triggered what was known as the 'Curse of the Lycanthropes,' though I barely understood what that meant. Mr. Kendrick explained that triggering the curse was a requirement for being in a school like this. Today, being my first day, I expected to see many troubled kids, but most of them seemed surprisingly happy. I felt like I was the only one here who looked depressed and lost. Before entering the school, I heard a few things about this mysterious place situated on the mountainous side of Mystic Heights, a city in the heart of London.

Not even an eighth-rank grandmaster could abduct him with ease. “Who was it?” Maxine asked, stunned. “I don’t know, the person was wearing a mask. I couldn’t discern his or her age or appearance. I only know that the person must be at least an eighth-rank grandmaster. Not only that, he or she must have been an eighth-rank grandmaster for quite some time.” “Eighth-rank?!” Maxine’s face darkened. There were only a handful of eighth-rank grandmasters in Sol, and almost all of them showed up at the Mount Thunder Conference.

She told me once: "The Eighth was never a destination. It was an invitation to become undivided." I asked her what that meant. She said: "It means you are allowed to carry every version of yourself and still be one person." And then she disappeared for three days. When she returned, she smelled of smoke and yarrow, and her eyes held a storm she did not explain. No one asked. Some things aren’t for translation. I’ve begun to dream in tones again. But not tones I’ve heard.

And then the construction, the building rising on the slope in the correct dialogue with the gradient, the rooms stepping down, the weight-bearing room at the hinge, the east bedroom above with its single window. He thought about January. He thought: January will be the eighth year's first month. The eighth year. He thought about eight years at the bus stop. He thought about eight Octobers. He thought about the texture of eight years lived differently from the years before them. He thought: I cannot see what the eighth year holds. I know only what the seventh year taught. He thought about what the seventh year had taught.

" I forgive you big sister but the dead doesn't forgive, before my brother's death, he asked me to destroy every single person involved and I have to kill you" Without flinching, Eight pulled the trigger of the gun and it lodged into her chest, blood trickled down her chest and she fell to the ground. He had given her an easy death. " If you're thirteen years old, what happened to the real Eight" Meek questioned immediately Eight walked out, he had known Eight for years but right now it suddenly felt as if he didn't know him at all. If he was to remember correctly, Eight's thirst for torture was awakened three years ago.

I navigated the Cliffs of Silence by humming a lullaby my mother had rocked me to sleep with, the frequency of the song neutralizing the sonic traps set into the rock. By the time I reached the border of the Eighth Circle—the Circle of the Void—my cloak was shredded, and my skin was mapped with fine, glowing cracks from the overcharge of magic. My vision was swimming, the purple sky beginning to bleed into red. The Eighth Circle was different. It wasn't a landscape like the others, it felt like that void I kept seeing. A pitch-black vacuum where light and sound went to die. As I stepped over the threshold, the golden glow of my mark was swallowed. I couldn't see my own hands. I couldn't feel