Frozen Hell Book Novels & Stories

Felt like my shit would come out any time soon as the pressure he is giving me is beyond my limits. "L-Lord Damon! Ouch!!" Feeling helpless and hopeless, perhaps he won't listen to my voice or to my begging. Think I should just be quiet. For the sake of my health and for the welfare of his mind. The more I scream in pain the more he'll trigger to do harsh things in me. "This ice was molded as the same as my dick. Get used to this because one of these days. I'll fuck you. I'll fuck you till you lose your mind and become crazy. I'll fuck you until you become a slave of my dick. But for now. Enjoy the pain,"

" It's such a beautiful profane place. Lucifer would not be content only with the fire, and would leave the fun to the top guy. He shaped the world with kingdoms that stand by magic. There is food for people like me and like the sin of gluttony in hell. There are nightclubs so that those in the territory of lust can find bodies to satisfy themselves. There is a jungle so that those from the territory of laziness can sleep peacefully. There is a frozen part of it too, but it belongs to Envy. The beauty of hell is mortal for a human, but it is nothing like the books written on earth may be able to tell. I wouldn't even know how to explain everything. You would have to see it. "When do you inte

At that moment, King Sandros and Shelly arrived. Shelly was carefree, whereas King Sandros was scared witless. He came forward and asked, “What’s going on? Has the ninth floor of the Hell Tower become so dangerous? The lords here can even set up a force field? It’s bizarre. Why is this place giving me a vibe of reaching the eighteenth floor of hell?” Shelly said, “So, you felt that too.” At that moment, Blaze introduced them to his mom and took out the Nature’s Book.

SERIES NAME : BORN BY POWER SEQUEL NAME : UP RISE OF HELL (BOOK 2) CHAPTER 12 : DARK MATTERS OF ONE 2015, HELL. Seen in a vast void with nothing in existence, John yelled. "Aaron!" Having no response, his voice echoed across the walls of hell and thus, there was perhaps no possible explanation of how he arrived to where ever he was at.

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.

“What the bloody hell is that?” I moved away from Ryker, my eyes were solely fixated on the book. Wiping away the shattered glasses, I did not care if it would hurt me. Once it was clean, I read the book to Ryker. “It is the Book of The Damned.” All I wanted was to get a hold of that book and satisfy my curiosity but when I did, I could feel the power surging from the book, my hands were painfully attached to it. Then the book opened, forcing my palm to hold it up the pages started to flip rapidly. So many images flashed through my mind but none of which I recalled. The book slammed shut and I blinked. I turned to Ryker and swallowed before finding my voice to speak, “Did you see that?”

The enemies were just five meters away and they’re all hiding themselves in the debris. Hellion counted in her hands as she nonchalantly tossed away the nonsensical book in her arms. Never mind the charm of it bringing her to a dangerous place. The book has been shining in purple light since she held onto it. As long as she get rid of the damn book sooner then she would be fine.

The numbness receded, replaced by the familiar, stinging heat of the Hallowed fire. "We’re close," I said, opening my eyes. "I can smell the salt. And the rot." Kaelen nodded, stepping off the litter. He signaled for the march to resume. As we topped the final ridge of the tundra, the Frozen Sea finally revealed itself. It was not a sea of water. It was a vast, undulating landscape of suspended violence. The ocean had been frozen in the middle of a massive storm, waves the size of cathedrals were turned into permanent monuments of jagged ice. The color was a deep, translucent sapphire, but beneath the surface, things were moving.

Frost crackled across its torso in a burst of glittering white until the whole thing was a frozen statue. I stared. My heart slammed against my ribs, hope and terror colliding. Ice. Her ice. The other undead reeled back with a hiss, confused. I smirked despite the chains. “Well,” I whispered. “Hello, frostbite.” Sophie was coming. And hell was coming with her.

"You want to cut off his cash flow?" "No." Nicola looked up. "I want him to know that some things can never be regained once lost." ... Three days later, late at night in New York, Sebastian had just finished dealing with the mess in Marseille when his Underboss burst into the study. He was panting. "Don Quinn! Something bad has happened in Zurich!" Sebastian looked up. "Our three secret accounts in Swiss banks have been frozen." The Underboss placed the documents on the table. "All fund flows have been anonymously reported to Interpol."