Han Dae Sung Returned From Hell Chapter 2 Novels & Stories

In a swift, decisive motion, he drove the dagger from his sleeve straight into his heart. As blood gushed forth, Eric swiftly wrapped his arms around me, shielding me from the horror. ... The day of the funeral was draped in a curtain of unending rain. I was there to bid farewell to the past, to see Chester off on his last journey. Seth stood by the grave, his gaze fixed on me. Rain soaked his hair, his eyes were red-rimmed, and a shadow of stubble darkened his jaw, giving him a worn and weary look.

Placing a hand on his chest I whisper into his ear, “Come back, My Love. Please come back to me.” As my bare fingers touch his skin there is a small jolt underneath my fingertips, like the first time we touched and I recognized the mate pull. This sensation grows stronger and stronger as his heartbeat also comes back to life, restarting. With a gasp, Daax takes a deep breath, vomiting the greenish-yellow suspension tank fluid onto the ground beneath us. “Ona…?” He croaks as he looks up, his remaining eye struggling to focus. “Daax!” I cry. “Oh thank gods, oh thank gods!” I am weeping openly as I pull him into my chest. Cold, wet arms wrap around me as he slowly comes back into his body.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Daddy, I am cumming!” “Me too, son! Daddy is cumming on your tight pussy! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” And as they both reached their destination. Damon is still knocking on the gates of heaven again and again. “Fuck! Daddy is coming again, son! Ohhhhhhhh!” a

She stared lifelessly in the person in front of her. She watched her gobbled through the crystal as the lost limbs started to grow back into her trunk. Hellion felt her eyelid getting heavier as the blue orbs slowly lost its life. Hellion blinked her eyes in a dazed. She take a one last look on the person in front of her as the same ‘exterior’ welcomed her gaze. She held her chest promptly as the whole person finally fell into the ground, lying motionless in her own pool of blood. The person looked at her with satisfaction in her eyes. She twirled her newly acquired body happily as her overjoyed self look at the corpse lying in the ground with disgust.

"She is now the Queen of the Underworld." "You dare come to my domain and demand my wife's blood?" Hades raised a single finger. A bolt of terrifying netherworld power shot through my father's knees. My father let out an agonized scream as both his legs snapped at the joints, and he collapsed outside the barrier. "Aaah! My legs!" Helena screamed in terror and scrambled away. Apollo's expression changed completely. He finally realized that the person before him was no longer the fiancée he could push around.

⸻ The boy who should have died… Had finally returned. 🖤 End of Chapter 29 To Be Continued…

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ SORA ☠️ The prison dining hall erupts into a ballroom of chaos, every step I take is a prisoner trying to drag me towards themselves. I feel like a price, like a sacrifice for peace. “This isn’t funny!” I scream as I take one long jump across two tables. “Run Don’s Daughter!” I can hear Jane screaming from behind. Is she trying to become the prisoner’s enemy or what? She should just shut it.

Taehyung's POV The first light of dawn crept through the cabin windows like a thief, casting long, pale shadows across the wooden floors scarred from years of pack life. I hadn't slept—not a wink that mattered. My body had lain still, wrapped protectively around Clara's smaller form beneath the heavy wool quilts, but my mind had been a storm, replaying the horror in endless loops. Hang's body, limp and blood-soaked, dragged back by the scouts under the cover of night. The metallic tang of poison clinging to his wounds like a curse—something foul, synthetic, not from any natural hunt. Clara's desperate magic flaring in the healer's hut, her hands glowing with that ethereal golden light as she

When she was finished and satisfied with the way it bubbled down her throat, she shot him a smile that made my stomach turn upside down. That was all the confirmation I needed. Draya was the throat goat from Kannon’s dream the night before. I had no proof, but I felt it in my gut. She was the one who crept into the pool house while he was asleep and gave him exactly what I wouldn’t. And he enjoyed it.

The final chain trembled. I rose shakily. “What happens if it wakes?” “The blood returns,” Daniel said. “Balance is restored.” “And the town?” “They’ll kneel. Or burn.” I clenched my fists. “You were my brother.”