Baba Yaga Hellboy Novels & Stories

She was quiet for a moment while her eyes swirled pink and purple. I looked at her confused, “What are you doing?” “Why isn’t it working?” She yelled. “You mean your abilities?” Abigail asked as she and Magma stepped from the treeline. “She is immune like Sin is.” Abigail smiled. Hellebore looked pissed but turned to Lazarus, “remember what you promised. "Do it now!" she yelled.

Defeated and imprisoned in the basement, she loomed as a dark presence in our aftermath. A wave of conflicting emotions surged through me. I harbored deep hatred and revulsion for this malevolent woman, yet there was also a trace of compassion and reluctance. Harry emerged from the basement, dragging a frail and pitiful figure behind him. The person who had once been a formidable magician was now reduced to a shadow of her former self. Her body, once powerful and vibrant, had become a mere husk, a stark testament to the cost of dabbling in dark arts. Yolanda was brought before us, barely able to stand. Her face was ashen, her eyes vacant, yet a flicker of defiance and hatred remained in her

Aym flicked his tail and set to grooming himself. Anya paled. “A Goetic lord? From the Lesser Key of Solomon?” She looked to Baba Yaga for help. “But I was supposed to summon a lesser demon, an imp. Not something powerful! How did I land a duke of Hell?” Baba Yaga shrugged, an arcane smile on her chapped hairy lips. “You are more powerful than I thought. Aym! What in Chernobog's name are you doing in my hut? In the form of a cat, no less?”

He was fine for just a while ago, then what went wrong? my heart racing as Sage pleaded with me to leave. "Lyra, please; I don't want to hurt you. You have to go, now." But I couldn't move; I couldn't tear my eyes away from his desperate gaze. "Sage, what's happening to you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He growled, his eyes flashing with a feral light. "Just go, Lyra! Please!" But I stayed, my feet rooted to the spot, as Sage's body began to contort and shift. His eyes protruded, his nails lengthening into razor-sharp claws. I screamed as he pounced, pinning me to the ground with a snarl.

reminded the gloomy demon to the aging Helia Baal. “I'd be devouring every human child– I will not be buried in darkness, Siegfried,” said the old witch with a grating laugh but had struggled to carry her wicker baskets full of twelve chickens. “The infrequent rainfall has weakened you, Helia Baal,” said the demon helping his mistress to lift over her shoulder the two cages that had been tied together to a sling. She agonized and had dropped the wicker cages to the seamless floor. “Bring out my philter then, Goat-Head,” said Helia in a voice that was almost taut and brittle.

I couldn’t do anything because it was the truth. The Pazuzu unfurled its wings then, blotting out the red moonlight filtering through the cracks. Its claws reached for my daughter, jaws open in a screech that rattled the stone. “Kill her,” Bahar ordered, her voice low, delighted. The demonic pazuz lunged. Manolya’s scream split the air, but even as Pazuzu’s claws closed in, her hand dove into her pocket. She flung the nightshade sphere with all her strength.

Was he in an attic? As Gabriel dragged himself up by the sink, he realised that he had no clothes on, not even his boxers. He looked in the mirror, bloody hell he looked like shit, and when had he grown a beard and a full tattooed sleeve. Fuck, this was crazy. Gabriel studied the tattoo's, there were tribal designs on his arm and along his shoulders, and along his chest were letters, he could read them in the mirror the letters were part of the swirly design. "I love you with all my heart." Gabriel frowned, this was scary, there was a picture of a man on his chest above his heart, even in the tattoo this man was good looking. Was this a joke? He turned the cold water tap on and put his mouth

"You have hurt my ego. No one dares to even look directly into my eyes and you, little thing you slapped me! Me, Xaphan Knight, whose name is enough to terrorize people" "Yes because you deserve it. And I won't hesitate to slap you again if I feel like" I said looking straight into his eyes. I am not going to get feared by him. He smirked changing his expressions in a fraction of a second. "I am going to enjoy this game" he chuckled lightly. I pulled my hand forcefully back from his iron grip. "And I promise you to break this ego of yours and bring you down on your knees" "Not even in hell" "Ah! Ah! Baby girl! I will make your life a living hell. You will regret slapping me every minute" a s

. When I woke up, I was chained to a f*cking wall, and I looked up to see my daughter inside a cage. She was screaming, and I saw what I thought was a man standing behind her. When I got a closer look, I saw the creature wasn’t a man. He looked like a half-man, half-tarantula. He was an ugly motherf*cker. I saw this bald woman in a black dress walk into the room and she told her men to hold me down. She told me to say goodbye to Brittany and then she made me watch this Boneseeker man eat my little girl. She tricked me and told me that if I signed this contract, she would spare Brittany’s life, but I was signing a contract to have my baby sacrificed. I told my daughter that I loved her, but I

If she heard me then we were still connected if she didn’t I’d have to start stepping into whatever being a Traga wolf meant. I went on my knees, closed my eyes and began praying to Yaga. The usual prayer for protection and a good conscience. I kept repeating myself until I saw a light in the distant darkness of my eyes. I moved closer to this light in my mind, closer and closer until I could see that the light was a great ball of fire. I got closer and closer but the light did not blind me. When I was close enough I saw her familiar face. Glowing bright yellow and gold, combusting at every part of her face. Yaga and her great big hair. She looked at me with tender eyes.