Hazbin Hotel: Journey To The Light Novels & Stories

Azazel yelled as the flames burnt through his skin. For the cause of the pain Azazel has brought upon, I summon thee Phanuel. At the call of the name, I opened my eyes and saw six lines of bright light falling from the sky. The lines descended, surrounding Azazel. I heard more yells from him as I stared at the light. I slowly descended and saw as Hilda and Arakah had their hands over their faces, along side the King and Maria. Suddenly the lights ascended back to the skies. As soon as it met the clouds, clothed in darkness, light was brought upon earth once more and all chaos that was made was reversed. I fell to my knees on the desert floors and felt the warmth of the dry sand.

His hands agitatedly pulled on his tie as his eyes sought her figure, desperate to banish that cursed day from his mind, and in extension, from his life. "The past is long gone and buried in the passage of time. I must leave it behind to create a better future, and I will!" Since he saw her again 10 years ago, he had vowed to rewrite their history! ... "Zain, why are we here?" Liam frowned and scanned the nightclub in confusion. As the renowned hangout spot for supernatural creatures in the Middle East, the Adonis Light Club boasted of pleasure, luxury, and indulgence. As its secret passageway was only visible to those with magic in their veins, ordinary humans could walk right through the p

Together, they pushed open the door and stepped into the unknown, the darkness enveloping them like a shroud. The light came on and Hazel’s eyes widened immediately

I stared at the window, watching people walking down the street, and for perhaps the first time in my life, I wondered if any of them were a wizard or a sorceress, and if so, if they had to do what I did - to always run away from something and be careful about everything they do - are they as homeless as I am? I sighed and took a sip of my cup of coffee. After looking out the window again, I saw a tall, well-built guy, about 19 years old, with dark eyes and black half-long, wavy hair, falling slightly over his left eye. His complexion was milky white, which was quite strange, as his features suggested that he was rather Italian. This young man wore dark navy blue jeans and a white shirt with

Conversation continued as Jo walked into the cabin, Zane behind her. He didn’t stay there for long. Dax raised a hand to him, and Zane tapped Jo on the shoulder before he went over to say hello. Everywhere she looked, groups of people were swapping stories or getting reacquainted. Some were laughing, as if they were caught up in the glory days of the past. Others were clearly irritated or even downright angry about what LIGHTS had become. A few of them smiled when they caught her staring, but no one approached, and Jo wasn’t sure what to do.

John looked back over his shoulder and there in the darkness he saw Arlo clawed hand dripping in blood, just before the portal closed completely. They appeared in front of Zion. John's vision blurred, and he collapsed from the pain, darkness consuming him.

Strange symbols are etched into the walls, and the air crackles with an eerie energy. “Hazel, what are you doing?” I ask, my voice filled with concern. Hazel turns to us, her eyes wild with something I can’t quite place. “I’m trying to find a way to save myself.” She says, her voice echoing with an otherworldly tone. “Save yourself from what?” Arnold asks, his voice tight with worry. “From the darkness.” Hazel replies cryptically. “It’s coming for me, and I don’t know how to stop it.”

That letter was from her daughter. Mom, don't worry about me. I know you know about Grant and Triton... that they are not human and they live in another world. I just want to tell you that I will follow them to the world they live in with the help of a friend. I love Triton, I want to follow him because I want to know his condition, so does Grant. Don't worry about me, I can handle it. I will return safely to our world after I determine what is really going on. Don't worry about my pain either, I can do it. I can handle it. You and Daya will be careful. I will miss you. I love you.

I set the photo on fire with a lighter, and I watched in silence as it turned to ash. ... In the days that followed, I kept my tears and tantrums to myself. Slowly but surely, I let out the news and proof of my dad ditching his first love. Seeing him run around like a headless chicken gave me a twisted sense of satisfaction. By the time I left Cascade City, Rebecca and Nash's world had crumbled. The day before I took off, Calvin showed up at the Smiths'. "Heard you're heading to Zephyr City," he said, his voice so flat I could not read him.

Vandaulf regarded her, then reached for her hand, his fingers closing around it gently. "No more hiding, Lily." She tightened her grip on his hand. Once. “No,” she said, stepping forward, voice steady as thunder. “No more hiding.” And with the eyes of the world fixed on her, Lily James walked into the light—no longer a ghost, no longer a pawn, but the heir returned. The war was only just beginning.