All Hell Let Loose Book Novels & Stories

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

He moaned loudly. "Yes!" she shouted. A dark mark appeared on her chest. A tribal heart with black wings and golden chains wrapped around them. As the mark imprinted on her skin, a golden light shot up from the book as they both reached their orgasms. The golden light swarmed them in a warm glow. Just as suddenly as it came, it was gone. Zalakai and Rayleigh looked down at the book where the blank pages rested. "What the Hell... Was that?" Zalakai asked in between breaths.

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.

She smiled and collected the glass from me, keeping it on the table beside her. “Let me tell you a story Zoe," she said and my eyes beamed. I love it when she tells me stories. They’re always interesting. “Okay mum” I replied happily and laid properly on the bed, making sure I had a clear view of her face. She smiled and rubbed her palm on my hair. “it all happened a long time ago” she started. “In a different world from ours, called hell. Hell was lovely and peaceful as it was being ruled by the just King – Lucifer. The king of hell is always called Lucifer.

She sat silently for a long while, unmoving, until the clock struck midnight. With the chime of the hour, she stood, calmly picking up the now-cold dishes from the table. Without hesitation, she dumped everything into the trash. It was then that a chilling voice, belonging to the King of the Underworld, echoed from above, carrying a cold, otherworldly air. “Celia Quinn, your seven days are up. Do you regret making this deal with me?” The grim, icy words seemed to fill every corner of the villa. As they faded, Celia let out a faint, bitter laugh. Her soft voice broke the silence.

"I told you not to bother me unless the sky falls!" A Soldato's trembling voice came from the other end of the line. "Don Quinn, the manor is on fire. The doctor announced Donna Quinn dead at the scene!" Crack. The champagne glass in Sebastian's hand fell to the ground. The surrounding guests' laughter instantly blurred. His mind went blank as he roared, "What nonsense are you spouting?" Winnie tried to grab him, but Sebastian shoved her away violently, causing her to fall heavily to the ground. Her pale hand instantly scraped the ground, drawing red blood.

My eyes fell on a shelf, and I could see the most ancient books there. I grabbed one that looked strange among them. Then I leaned against a wall to read it calmly. The brown leather cover was torn from the corner of the book. As I opened it, I realized the edges of the pages were black with soot. 'This is weird,' I muttered. 'Someone tried to destroy this book. But who?'” ​I flipped to the first page and my heart stopped. Three words stared back at me… "Hell of Lycans." I gasped, the sound echoing through the silent library.

He growls out the word over my folds, his warm breath fanning over them almost causes my heart to go into cardiac arrest though the second he tries to dive back in, I grip his hair and yank him back. The sight of his face… Lucille Hellfire has my slick all over his mouth, his eyes filled with a ravenous need to devour every inch of me until I could no longer speak, to keep me like this, in a perpetual state of horniness and madness. Unable to stop him from doing what he wants. I grip it tighter. His eyes close for a second, his mouth falling open slightly, and when he looks at me again, his eyes are filled with bliss as he whispers, “I wonder if you’d put up a fight when I’m making you cum.”

Damn! What a quick death! " The thought barely penetrates my brain as I was swirled around in hot blackness. My lungs are burning from the lack of oxygen, while heat eats away my skin and bones. The pyroclastic cloud from Vesuvius wrenched my soul from my body, and everything went silent. "You don't believe in fairies!" A sing-song voice repeats from somewhere in the darkness. A chill of foreboding runs through my incorporeal spine. Shit, not again!