Hazbin Hotel Extermination Day Novels & Stories

Man, his timing sucks! "Good Morning class! Or maybe it's not that good it's rather dark considering what I'm just about to tell you. I promised you that as soon as I get more information I wouldn't hide things from you. Well, you all know about Zia right? The same day she died was the day some of our cameras broke down so we couldn't see her..commit the suicide. Cause of death? She slit her wrists." The entire classroom goes quiet and everyone just stares down at their desks. The picture of Zia with slit wrists is doing no good to my mind right now. "Jeez Hodge, when we asked for info we didn't need to hear this.." Sammy whispers to me and I nod.

Dean had paid for it with his life, and he, Marcus, was lucky to escape with his life. The blacksmith stared out of the window of the moving bus before proceeding to spit outside. He was on his way to his parents where he would stay out of the reach of the demonic boy and the accursed house till things calmed down a little. After all, he had heard how Jason’s little witch brother was killed. The boy would be out for vengeance. That was one thing he could not deal with. He still remembered the day his wife traveled and he was in Jill’s apartment. Nobody was supposed to be home, not one. But the fool had come to Jill’s apartment, pushed open the damn without knocking, saw them naked and at eac

Lindsey weakly replied, "Dr. Jones said Mr. Lockman Senior needed potassium. Isn't this potassium?" I completely lost my temper. "He needed potassium, but that doesn't give you the right to give a high-concentration IV push! Do you think human life is a joke?" Despite all efforts, the resuscitation failed. Charles' son, Jeremy Lockman—a powerful real estate tycoon—sped to the hospital as soon as he learned what had happened. The news of his father's sudden death left him devastated. He grabbed Michael, who had arrived as quickly as he could.

At that moment, Alex did not realize that Xyla’s eyelashes were twitching vigorously and her bones were also tightening up subconsciously. *** Outside the room, a group of people came rushing. Daya and her family initially guarded the door outside. Seeing Zayn Stoermer rushing over aggressively with a group of men, they immediately got nervous. Kazim said softly, “Dad must have known that I killed Big Bro and Harvey. He must have come to question and condemn my crimes. Don’t worry, I’ll take responsibility for everything. If you really can’t stay in the Stoermers… then just leave and take care of Daya from now on.”

Havermouth, The Present There were no triggers that could be determined from outside, and so they moved to the external doors, weapons held ready, whilst the bomb experts forced the frosted glass doors open. The zombie burst out of the opening. A Van Helsing, his body covered in third degree burns, with bandages just clinging in places, and IV lines dangling from the needles in his veins, he let out a horrible, inhuman, screech.

“After today, you’ll be Mrs. DeLuca.” I looked out at the pale morning sky beyond the tinted glass. “All right,” I said. And ended the call. After today, Scarlett Moretti would no longer exist.

Winnie weakly leaned against him, suddenly coughing violently, and blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. "Winnie has been infected." I calmly pointed out the abnormal bluish-black color on the corner of her mouth. Perhaps because they had taken the first-generation vaccine, she was becoming a zombie much slower. The commander immediately ordered. "Start the quarantine procedure!" The red light on the gate turned on, and a mechanical voice coldly announced, "Infected detected. Entry is prohibited." Hans suddenly knelt. The once arrogant man now groveled on the ground like a slave. "Clarissa, I was wrong..."

I stopped, then let out a short, cold laugh. "It didn't die peacefully. It barely made it a year. And it died choking. I still wonder what Zoey was trying to get. All that smoke in my house, those weird rituals. Suffocating a helpless little thing." I looked straight at him. "What exactly was she praying for?" His lips shook. He tried to talk, but nothing came out. "But you were thorough," I said calmly. "You let Zoey live in the house for six months. Scrubbed everything clean. Even replaced the wallpaper." I paused. "You just forgot one thing—the hamster. And you forgot who I am. I'm a doctor."

she asked. "Then Gabriel dies first. Slowly, in front of you. Then your father. Then the baby is cut from your body the moment it's viable. And finally, when you have nothing left to live for, you die too." His voice never changed. It was still pleasant and still calm. "And Lucien will watch it all happen, knowing he couldn't save you." The room felt too small suddenly and too hot. Catalina's vision swam for a moment. "You're a monster," she whispered.