Blitzo Helluva Boss Novels & Stories

“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the

Keagan asked rhetorically, his tone tinged with sarcasm. "No way, bro! I'm genuinely looking out for you. Trust me, most of those other brands are just cheap imitations, loaded with chemicals you definitely don't want in your body," Blitz explained, raising his fist and waiting for Keagan to reciprocate with a fist bump. Keagan reluctantly obliged, but his initial impression of Blitz didn't sit well with him. It felt like Blitz put on a show for others, attempting to conceal his obnoxious nature, but failing to do so effectively.

He activated his Solar Titan Physique in an instant and blasted his Solar Titan Fist while carrying the Earthcore Flame, dyeing the sky red. The sudden attack caught the seven hooligans completely off guard. But Gideon was smart. He didn't attack the hell phantom. He went for the seven hooligans. The hell phantom was their creation. As long as they were taken down, it would naturally disappear. "Bastard!" "You're courting death!" The seven hooligans were furious. They were in danger, but being renowned veterans, they reacted instantly. They controlled the hell phantom to strike back. A deafening explosion echoed as the Solar Titan Fist obliterated one of the hell phantom's arms on impact. Th

Fire engulfed his body and his torn clothes burned leaving his bare chest opened. The demons fighting against Zeus all disintegrated into ashes as soon as the Spear landed in Vicoliz's hand. Vicoliz slowly levitated upwards and with anger launched a swipe of The Doom spear as white energy blasted Hellboy feet away and he landed at the back of an Iroko tree. Hellboy's stood up with an evil chuckle as he cleaned the blood dripping from his mouth. "I Hellboy declare you, Vicoliz the strongest" Hellboy said and disappeared.

The very earth under his feet seemed to groan in protest, and the acrid scent of freshly turned dirt mingled with the sharp tang of ozone, assaulting Brodi's senses as he ducked his head against the maelstrom and continued to silently advance. Above, the heavens were entirely shrouded by roiling, malignant clouds that seemed to devour any trace of starlight or moonshine. Leif and Astrid appeared to him only in the stark, searing flashes of the lightning overhead. The thunder that followed was a deafening roar, so powerful that it resonated deep within his chest, but still he stalked toward his prey. Squinting against the flying debris, he finally saw his brothers and the warriors in position

~2 months later~ The press has been relentless. Always trying to snap photos of me. Of Atlas. Of us together. We always made the headlines. “CEO Atlas Jones and new girlfriend Calliope Blackwood” “Calliope Blackwood, A Gold Digger?” Atlas eventually decided to hold a press conference to address the issues publically. I haven’t been feeling good lately. I’m laying on the couch cuddled up with not so small Titan watching it live.

"God, imagine being Callista. Betrayed by both your husband and your brother. I feel suffocated just thinking about it." "The most painful wounds always come from the ones closest to you." The news reached Luther almost immediately. Arthur spoke cautiously. "Mr. Spencer, the board wants you to release a statement and control the narrative. If you don't, you'll be forced to step down as CEO." Luther picked up his phone and made his first post in days.

[TRIGGER WARNING: Contains violence.] Hell broke loose, bringing all of Enzo's demons into the warzone. Blood red obscured Enzo's vision and he was no less than a raging bull. Ready to trample anything that got in his way. A sea of dead men lay before him, but his bloodlust wasn't quenched yet. Not until he ripped out Antonio's soul to shreds.

The man snickered. I ground my teeth as I looked at him with pure hatred, which is when I noticed something. They didn't just have tattoos, but rather one specific one stood out. They all had a matching cobra tattoo. "You're from the Cobras." I remarked, verbalizing my findings. "Which would make your boss Blaze Maddox." "What makes you think I'm not Blaze?" The man asks.

Sofia “While I clean your face, you’ll answer my questions,” Dagger says. I have my own question and it centers on the tattoo. I shake off the empathy the artwork invokes. The tone of Dagger’s voice helps. Harsh and demanding has never worked in anyone’s favor when dealing with me. Mr. Boss Man is about to find out that pushing my buttons is not going to work. “And if I don’t?” It would have sounded tough if I hadn’t winced when the cloth touched the edge of the cut on my forehead.