A Short Stay In Hell Novels & Stories

I dreamt that he and Shereen were sent down to hell. They screamed in despair, "No! Please, no!" However, the ruler of hell declared, "Your hearts are too dark, too wicked. You will never reincarnate for all eternity." Nicholas’s voice was hoarse from screaming. "I want another life!" Shereen, standing beside him, burst into laughter. "You want another life so you can be with Theresa? Keep dreaming! You and I will be trapped here forever—watching each other suffer, over and over again. Hahaha!"

Even in the bedroom that was warmed by the heater, Callista felt frozen to the core. She got up, retrieved a hot water bottle, and climbed back into bed. For five years, she'd believed she had met Luther too late in life and that their time together would be too short. But now, with only five days left, she found the time to be unbearably long.

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ SORA ☠️ I’m so screwed. I was screwed… but I’ve never been more screwed in my life than this current situation I find myself in. I’m still breathing heavily from sprinting down to find somewhere to hide, my legs hurting so bad that I doubt I’ll ever heal. And, Oh, the horror! This messed-up place smells so bad. My nose is under attack by a stinky cloud so powerful I might just faint right here on the floor.

"The dead either goes to the 'light' and depart from this world. Or stay here, and be a wandering ghost like us." Oh. So it was like that. I nodded for him to continue. "But once the dead stay here longer than necessary and refused to go to the 'light' for many times, they become demons." Whatttt. My mouth opened. H-how many..how many days since I stayed in this form? I was not going to be a demon right? Lucas could see the questions and panic all over my face.

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”

Cassidy asked, looking around them at all of the tunnels leading off into darkness. “Yeah, that’s right,” Christian said. “There are thirty-seven of them. That one over there actually goes to hell, not a portal, but if you don’t believe me and wanna try it out for yourself, go ahead.” “Hell?” Scott asked for all of them. “Like… an actual pit of fire or--” “No, dumbass,” Christian said, finally finished with his last weapon, which he kept in his hand. “Hell is not a fiery pit any more than heavy is floaty clouds and little naked babies hopping around on rainbows. It’s just another dimension where everything sucks.”

"If you keep crying, I’ll toss you into the fire myself." Still crying. Fine. Time for a field trip. I cloaked my hand in shadow and pressed it over her face. Darkness swallowed her. She stood in Hell. Not the poetic version. Not a metaphor. Real Hell. She saw people submerged in lava, their skin boiling off, only to grow back and burn again. Demons with spears, hooks, blades—tormenting, flaying, skewering. Endless agony. No escape. No death. A loop of pain.

he said. “Just for a short time. Let me show you a glimpse of hell. And when I’m done, you decide if you wanna stay or return here to earth. “Whatever you decide on, I will be okay with it”. I furrowed my brows in surprise and stared into his face. Really? “Do you wanna give it a try?” He asked with his palm stretched out. I looked at the open palm and ponder it deeply. Then I heaved and placed mine on his.

CHAPTER 15 Slouching Towards Bethlehem Jon came back to the beginning. For eighty one days, the beast was fed. Crixen Runeburner, in human flesh, ate, drank, fucked, and shit in the mausoleum below Goodleburg Cemetery. All the cousins below, several hundred of the St. Fond family, continued non-stop until they were hollowed-out zombies, merely a shell for their magical egos.

She groaned. He laughed. "What's funny?" She asked. "You." He said simply. "Me? Don't forget that fingers are also pointed at you on this." She said. He shrugged. "Fixed the issue already." He said. "What?" She asked puzzled. He sat on the bed. "All I know is if it's not taken down in three days,hell will let lose for Steve Richardson." He said and she stared at him. 'You went to the company?" She asked him.