Baphomet Helltaker Novels & Stories

She wanted to kill the last of us too, until I put an end to her life. A group of Beasts attacked our coven and slaughtered more than thousands of children. With Nala dead, her lover finally showed himself. His name was, Borham. Hector, the one that attacked our coven was not Krulisa. It was Borham , he has the power to transfer his soul to another body and take over control. Anyone who feeds on his blood, belongs to him.

His skin effortlessly sewed itself together, healing perfectly while leaving the ward intact. On the other side of the room was a guest we’d never hosted before. He had long black hair, all the way past his waist, and sickly-yellow eyes. Valefar had called him ‘a friend of the witches’ behind his back, but as far as I could tell, Bathin was a Duke of Hell just like Valefar.

"This is bad." "Who is Behemoth?" Hydra asked when she saw a bit of fear in the eyes of the Princes of hell. Before anyone of them could reply her, the ground beneath them open and Belphagor, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Leviathan and Raziah (Lucifer) where standing on a very large hand of a beast, it's claws were the longest and largest ever seen which made them look small. Only the hand of the beast was seen but the chuckle that came out from the unseen beast was petrified.

I told him I had gained the hellfire from the beast called Brian and Jinx looked surprised. "Only demons with Lucifer's blood can carry hellfire. How did he get it?" He asked and I explained that Ezra had been a captive of the golden blood project and he said, "wow." He told me that it was shocking what humans were becoming capable of doing with the cryptids. I nodded in agreement and my eyes looked up when I sensed movement. Harper was standing there looking down and wringing her small hands.

“My eyes are burning and I have a headache. I think I am going to fall sick anytime.” “It is normal for newly turned to feel that way, or better still, because of the blood that now runs in you,” Bathilda said. “Who is she again?” Harper asked Amber. “I am Bathilda from the Blackburn Coven, a Nightblood and the army commander of our Hedda, the Chosen One; Kyra Blackburn,” Bathilda introduced herself. “The Chosen One,” Harper repeated and she turned to Amber. “Did Mr. Evans not say something like that while rea—”

His mouth, nose, and ears moved around his head and face like light through a kaleidoscope. Heppni finally got herself under control, wiping the tears from under her eyes. "Let me introduce you to the real Hellion. Or Hel as he's been called since the dawn of time. A literal chameleon who can take the shape of anything or anyone. The love of his life is the only person who can save him. As the eons pass, his magic grows more unstable. More devastating." "Why haven't you helped him?" Saint asked her. "He's your brother."

Kya takes the opportunity to loosen his grip and pull out another pistol, but by the time he picks it up, Harrison is aiming at Eden's head, as his mother can't do anything because her hands are tied. Shit! -Get up. -indicates them both. They do not obey. -Don't move you son of a bitch- Kya says furiously. He holds the gun as if his life depended on it and he has trouble breathing. I also aim at his head, getting closer and closer. We are both pissed off. And both Kya and I have quite a strong character. So this bastard has gone where it least suited him. twenty The blades of a helicopter are heard on the roof. It is your escape route. Already there.

They protested, "You're one of the three surviving prince of hell, know your place and your responsibility." I looked away and left without a second glance at them. On my way out, I came across Lucifer's descendant, Mortem- the other surviving prince of hell, designated for pride along with Belphegor's descendant, Belphegor II, designated for sloth. Belphegor's father was so fed up with it all, he named his kid after him.

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.

I am as good as dead, I thought. GABRIEL I was just about to leave the office when my phone started to ring. It was my Bella, I had saved her new number as ‘MY LIFE’ and with a happy smile plastered on my face, I answered, “Missing me already, my love?” But instead of her voice, I heard, “Hey, Gabe, it’s Neo. You need to get down to the Bakery Now!” The urgency in his voice said it all. Something bad had happened. When I reached the bakery, the place was crawling with cops, and I could see some of my men already there too. I told the cop who was blocking the entrance who I was, and he let me go in. The scene before me was gruesome! There were blood and broken glass pieces just about everywhe