A Short Stay In Hell Novels & Stories

Gran extended her hand and I hesitantly took it. I looked at Seth, he smiled when he noticed. He also offered his hand and the scared me of course took it. In a snap, we are surrounded by a tornado made of fire. It only lasted for a good minute, before it slowly distinguished and we are in hell. “Welcome to Hell.” Seth said in a low voice. I look around. So this is hell.

I quickly walked back to the couch to sit before I'd fall and make a fool of myself. "But last week, we all felt his presence. It was brief but it was something. And by last week, I mean months ago. Time differs greatly in hell. One hour there is twelve hours here. One day over there, is twelve and a half days here. So fifteen days in hell is six months." My head throbbed from the calculation. One breath down there, was hours of my endless crying and suffering, but one thing I gathered from their conversation… "So, he's alive?"

Oh, there is, and he knows it. “Bellious, you know how, don’t you?” I stand and move closer to him when he looks anywhere but at me. I growl as I approach him. “No, the way is shut. Only the damned may enter. No one is meant to leave.” I chuckle as I move closer to him. He seems to forget one teeny-tiny detail. I’m not dead. “No, but the living can’t stay here. I am not dead, Bellious. So tell me, how do I escape this hellhole?” I say with a giggle, and he rolls his eyes.

"However, if someone remains stubborn, we might extend the duration, making one day here equal to 100 years there. This allows them to experience multiple lifetimes, teaching them to release their anger and negative emotions. Once they've learned this, they can return to Eden to live happily ever after." "Any other questions about rehabilitation?" I paused, scanning the group. Seeing no immediate response, I continued, "This place is just the outskirts of Eden, the very edge. Here, you'll be assessed based on your ailments, emotional state, and needs. Initially, you'll stay together until you're healthier, understand how to live here, and gain some weight."

There I was once again in a dark room, listening to the fight going on outside. I cover my ears, willing myself to close it out. To be anywhere but here again. It had been a few years since I had been locked in my own mind. Everywhere I turned was a new memory, a new trauma. I remember as a child, everyone would talk about hell. How it’s a place bad people where sent. A place far away from earth, a place you could only be sent to by god. But as I grew, I came to learn, hell wasn’t a mythical place. Hell was right here, it lived among us. It lived right under our noses, it lived in the darkest places of the human mind. The places we wanted to pretend didn’t exist. Hell was man made.

I feel the panic start to rise up in my chest and between running for my life and trying to keep calm well it's becoming difficult, no Calm down Bree this is just a dream I tell myself. A dream I’m dreaming and any minute I’m going to wake up, that seems to be short-lived when I feel something hot blast right past my face, holy shit that felt very fucking real, what the fuck was that? I reluctantly peer over my shoulder and instantly regret it, there are at least 8 people screaming and chasing after me. Where the fuck am I? And what do these people want? As I’m running I pass a sign that says Welcome to the city of Houndgrave known as the home of hell hounds. WHAT THE FUCK i scream out loud,

I gasped, “So… where are we going?” “We are taking the limousine to crescent bar, it’s affiliated with the house of hell .” “How did you get him to agree to this?” I was shocked. “Well, it was hard but he said yes,” she giggled and I still stared at her in awe. Stefan POV I pinned a paper on the bulletin board, “Day fourteen of being undercover,” I muttered under my breath, every word stung. I hated being the one to hide. Only cowards did that.

the high priest grinned "My dear grandson whom I take care of since he still wet the bed is now growing up and falling in love" "But old man its....." "Guards!" He called therefore interrupting. I was left in the middle. Stuck. I wanted to rebel but before I know it's the door is opened. I'll only be gone for three hours on earth. One hour on earth is a month here. Two demons appeared and I was taken back to the ice hell which I hate the most. As per the rules of hell, I must undergo this punishment with my ordinary body as I will never be able to use my powers here.

Italy, Sicily. When Nicola opened her eyes, she saw an unfamiliar ceiling. "Are you awake?" A man's voice came from beside the window. "Drink." Ethan sat down on the chair beside the bed. "You've been in a coma for three days." "There's no more Nicola in the world." Ethan lit a cigar. "The person sitting in front of me now is the new Consigliere of the Guillermo family." Nicola put down her glass. "How long do I need?"

I chirp brightly, holding a cold compress to my cheek. “You are already returning on the brink of death from these sessions, any more intensity and it will be your dead body we’ll be prepping for a funeral.” Peony chastises. “O ye of little faith, I am stronger and more enduring than you think.” I chide. “I think I know exactly how strong and enduring you are, given as I’m the one that pieces you back together each time.” She snaps. She’s right, my chances of surviving this is dismal. It feels like I have only a month left to live. The door opens and Hela steps inside.