All Hell Ever Be Pdf Novels & Stories

Shit. My brother once told me Hell was a really beautiful place, but I never quite believed him. How could a place where demons and wolves live be beautiful? Until this second, when I’m staring at all of Hell right in front of me, I never once imagined it was like this. A giant tree has grown from below the city, and its entangled roots stretch everywhere they can. I remember the tree being called the Tree of Ignis.

ELIJAH The kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle either. The perfect description was the famous 'this is hunger made flesh' line. His mouth crashed over mine with the speed of a predator after prey. His lips were hot against mine, his mouth engulfing my own in his. He devoured me as if he had been starving since the start of his life. I wasn't any better. I gave myself up readily like I had also been waiting for this all along. The truth was I had.

Collins speaks to me. "I'll have your classes rescheduled. Mrs. Maxfield" Dr. Collins looked at me, white as a paper in fear of Lorenzo. "Dr. Collins. Stop. I'm the same Natalie that you knew before. I don't need extra attention" I chuckled before making my way to my room to gather my books for class. Lorenzo does confuse me. His mood swings are so not acceptable. Sometimes he can be the sweetest, most protective person but then again, he turns into a vicious man, a monster, a man who puts up his walls around me.

Her loud, fierce sobs were shaking both our bodies while she tried to slip out of my hold. “Nothing you show me, say to me, or do in front of me is ever going to make me love you any less, Mila. Get this through your head please! You are my mate and I will never leave your side, never look down on you, and Never Ever hate any single thing about you. I will love you and continue to do so with my whole heart no matter what you look like and no matter what your condition is. I swear to you, I swear…. I will always love you, no… matter… what!” I poured my heart out emotionally.

And it was the roar of two gods becoming one, as the world trembled and shook, until finally the earth beneath them surrendered and gave way - and in it's place arose hellfire and a river of molten lava. Males and females of Vince's army didn't even have time to scream before they were swept away in a wave of fire and lava. The molten rock pouring like honey across the earth, setting bodies aflame like living torches, oozing out from where Sephora and Ambrose stood - hands still clasped together, eyes locked onto one another.

Lexie's POV I really was destined to be damned. I took a deep breath and looked at Brandon's dazed, lifeless expression. Then, I started laughing. He demanded to know what I was laughing at. I said, "This is our karma." He froze, then cried again. I watched him suffer without saying a word. Daniella had personally told me she didn't hate him. Daniella was a great person, but I wasn't. I wanted him to suffer for the rest of his life.

Darian’s POV The throne felt colder tonight. Darian Rhadamanthys Draven sat upon the black stone carved from obsidian, older than empires, colder than death. The flames in the great hall of the Obsidian Moon Pack danced across the polished marble floor, reflecting the deep red of his eyes. But they offered no warmth, no comfort. Power had long since dulled into routine. Fear was commonplace. And loneliness... loneliness had rooted itself in the marrow of his bones like a second skin.

The pit yawned open beneath her, bodies piled without ceremony, limbs tangled, faces obscured. Elizabeth’s stomach clenched. She saw herself thrown among them—fevered, delirious, mouth open in a scream that tore raw at her throat. She felt again the pressure, the crushing demand to keep breathing when the world no longer made room for it. From this perspective, it was dense and layered with endings. Each one distinct. Each one complete. No confusion. No chaos. Just the accumulated gravity of lives that had reached their final moment and stayed there. She felt the exact instant Malachor had closed around her: the one thing in the pit that did not turn away when movement ceased.

Each person controls a world leader, running the underworld and carefully maintaining the balance needed in such a world filled with human greed, death and destruction— willingly ready to be seen as the devils. Zayn Hellfire was not a Devil. He was Hell itself. “Tea, Don?” Giana places the cup in front of me, her milky gray eyes staring at me even though many cannot do the same. For she is blind. I don’t bother to give a response but she doesn’t wait for one as she places the cup and saucer down on the table. It’s Darjeeling tea, one of Eve’s favorites, but now I am no longer sure if she ever liked it.

There's everything! "I was lying to you! All of it was fake! I want to get out! Please, let me out!" He'd finally said it out loud, admitting that every single thing was a lie. But in the absolute dark, in a sealed room with no way out, the truth didn't matter anymore. The hallucination of me smiled. It was a slight smile, and in the dark it looked unsettling in a way that was hard to describe. "No, Dad. Mom. For you two, this is the end of the world. You're not getting out.