Books About Hell And Heaven Novels & Stories

There I was once again in a dark room, listening to the fight going on outside. I cover my ears, willing myself to close it out. To be anywhere but here again. It had been a few years since I had been locked in my own mind. Everywhere I turned was a new memory, a new trauma. I remember as a child, everyone would talk about hell. How it’s a place bad people where sent. A place far away from earth, a place you could only be sent to by god. But as I grew, I came to learn, hell wasn’t a mythical place. Hell was right here, it lived among us. It lived right under our noses, it lived in the darkest places of the human mind. The places we wanted to pretend didn’t exist. Hell was man made.

‘Their identity is wiped from their memories but the things they did stick to them and those are the things they are brought here to reflect on. If the soul feels more guilty and bad than good about his deeds on earth, then it will be sent to hell but if it is able to get resolutions and be at peace with his deeds, if it thinks of itself as more good than bad, then it is sent to heaven.’ Abbadon explains and this time around, I get the whole concept of everything. ‘So literally, whether you go to heaven or hell is solely based on how guilty you are or how good or bad you see yourself?’ I ask in awe.

Chapter 1: the mysterious big brother. Hell is the home of chaos and suffering, as described by the westerners. It is a place where sinners were punished after living their whole lives on Earth; a second life for all sinners. It was said in all those stories that hell was created for a fallen angel “Lucifer “. It is a prison created for him, to keep him and prevent him from further leading the humans to the path of destruction. Hell, they said, is a world blazing with fire, and cries of the Damned were like music to the soul of the devils…

I asked. Trav shifted again, unease flickering across his face. He knew more than he wanted to say. “You might want to ask Alpha Zane about visiting Shaman Gideon. He knows more about spiritual matters.” The name sparked hope. Finally, a direction. Not a dead end. I tucked it away, determined. If Gideon could help, I’d do whatever it took. I wanted to be whole. Before leaving, I pulled the finished book from my bag and placed it on his desk. “I’m done with this one. Do you have another?”

Traffic is literal Hell, and one will find himself speeding down a serpent-shaped Chunnel only to emerge in the Great Hall of China. Throughout it all are churches, temples, mosques. Majesties the Westminster Abbey would fall to its knees weeping before. At the heart of Dis is a gnarled tree. It dwarfs the metropolis. Carved into it in blonde stone are the halls of the Sanhedrin, the Judges of Gehenna. It is a place both feared and lionized, the home of the cruel angels, wardens of Hell. Somewhere in the streets of Dis:

The8 laughed harder, “I’m glad I did a research about your world. If I did not, I would be surely asking who’s Satan.” “Then, that’s good. You did your homework well,” Xiao smiled before she laughed after reminiscing the time where in she had asked him to do some research about Earth. And it seems to her that The8 was thinking the same thing which made her smirk. In the end, both of them ended laughing at each other. “But is it really true though? Have you guys really seen the hell and the heaven? Is it accordingly to what’s being written in the scriptures?” The8 asked in a continuous manner. It only shows that he’s really interested about the Earth.

I took a heavy deep breath. The explosion, the killing, the dead people, the blood, and the building were circulating in my chain of thoughts. I can't perceive how the family of those people felt right now. They are innocent. Clearly, they are. But this Damon Karsyn shit! Is really Lucifer's alike. It sents me goosebumps every time I internalize his words. When he said that I deserve all the odd things in life such as crying, beating, bleeding, begging, and stuff that he says that made me pray in heaven.

The way Isabelle's body was responding to his movements was so sweet, so perfect, as always… even better. At that point, while he was sinking even more into her while reuniting his spirit with that of the woman he loved, Shawn realized that heaven could come out of hell, that from pain happiness could be born, that from death one could come back to life. Nothing was impossible for two souls so profoundly in love. There was still so much love to be done, to be found in their hearts and it would have been there for all eternity. - THE END -

How the hell she hasn't gotten herself fired baffles me. Her big eyes staring intently at me, hoping I would answer. All I did was stare at her soft looking lips. They were inviting and tempting. Since I got locked up in this hell hole, I haven't been sexually active, not that I wanted to be but Sky, she's awakened that monster and it's not going back in anytime, well at least not until it gets what it wants.

We reach the end of the hall. Samael utters a word in demonic speech and the great mahogany doors before us open. He enters the spacious personal library that fronts his quarters. Great windows peer out onto the moonlit courtyard that is surrounded by his rooms. The shelves rise dozens of stories into the air, built for winged beings, with narrow decks at each level that run the length of the library. Samael was thoughtful enough to install stairs for my use, seeing as I lack the necessary anatomy to fly between shelves. The library is one of the few treasures I now have, filled with books that span the ages and worlds. Classic human novels and new books line the bottom shelves, within easy