Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

That there could be a little bit of light to all the sulking darkness around me. Besides, I was in control now. I looked down at the small leather purse Isabella had given to me with the repellant injections inside. Even if that control had to come from a constant doze of this substance that I had no idea what it contained, I wanted to put my trust in that little hope, that someway, somehow, i might be saved and I as long as i took these, I would never have to be afraid of hurting anyone again. Not my friends, nor my family, and definitely not this man that I'm weirdly attracted to on the other end of the line. "So how about we start with you telling me your name."

Static flickered across the large screen before shaky footage suddenly appeared. Daniel Cross stood inside the exact same hotel suite wearing yesterday’s clothes. Unlike the glamorous actor everyone recognized online, the man onscreen looked terrified. His hands shook while adjusting the camera angle. “If somebody finds this recording,” Daniel said breathlessly, “do not trust the hotel staff. They already know the loops are happening.” Daniel continued speaking rapidly. “Every reset changes details slightly. Rooms change. Timelines shift. People forget things after each death, but the hotel remembers everything.” Julian let out a nervous laugh. “We’re trapped inside haunted Groundhog Day.”

Author’s POV **20 YEARS LATER...** **Blue Stars Hotel – Private Room 203** The heavy bass from the hotel bar vibrated through the walls as laughter and loud music filled the air. Inside Private Room 203, things had turned ugly. A young woman named Hazel Lett was backed against the wall, her eyes wide with terror. Three drunk men surrounded her, their hands grabbing at her clothes. One of them laughed loudly as he ripped her thin top, tearing it to shreds. Another pulled a pair of scissors from his pocket and started cutting her jeans.

Then, after a pause, she admitted, “The conversation I had with the Alpha didn’t go well. And, uh… I think I should leave.” Benny frowned. “Leave? Why? You just healed.” “I’m fine,” Hazel said quickly. “The Alpha… I didn’t even get his name.” “Alpha Callan,” Benny supplied. “And I didn’t get your name either.” Hazel bit her lip. “Hazel. I’m an omega.” The last part slipped out automatically, like a habit. Benny didn’t react, just smiled. “If you want to find Alpha Callan, check the garden.”

I didn’t want to bother myself with it at the moment, so I shoved it aside. “Enzo wants me. Since you guys closed his access to quick portals, so now you have to think of a plan. You owe me that,” Hazel said, and Halle scoffed. “I am letting you slide because we are related; if not, I’d teach you how to talk to an old witch.” I groaned inwardly because the both of them didn’t seem to ever be on good terms. “Where are you?” Halle asked. “The outlands. Wastelands. Place of skulls with the ancient writing,” Hazel said to her.

Hazel said, her voice quiet but determined. “Good,” I said. “Keep at it. You’ll get better with time.” *** Hazel’s POV The next day, I went back to the hut to practice with Mara the healer but when I entered, I saw three girls around my age talking to each other. “And who are you?” One of them who had blonde hair and blue eyes stared at me with disgust. She looked like those blonde girls one would see on television modeling for big companies. “I’m Hazel,” I smiled at them.

I don't know what to say; I wanted to speak but there are no words coming out from my mouth. "Claire, listen, they probably know by now that Shiloh is missing, so don't leave your place for now. If possible, don't let Theresa go back into their apartment," he told Claire. "What do you mean, Heath?" Claire asked in confusion. "Damien Hansen has deployed his spies in Paris, actually to spy on Shiloh. That means he already knows that Shiloh and Theresa have come back to Australia," he said. "That's scary; I didn't know our lives were being watched," Theresa exclaimed.

he left the room. I walked further into the room and watched as Hazle ran around the room, packing the rest of her stuff. “I bet you’re eager to get home,” I said, sitting in one of the empty seats. “Very much so,” she said, glancing at me. “Especially considering Jazzy has conjured darkness. I fear not even my shield will be able to protect them from what she has planned.” “What does she have planned?” I asked, biting my bottom lip nervously. “I wish I knew, but it can’t be good if she needs to use Zagreus to accomplish it.” I was silent, unsure of what to say to that. I stared down at my hands and tugged at my fingers nervously. “Do you think it has to do with me?” I finally asked the que

Madeleine Cross -one of the few humans immune to the deadly virus Zion- after an unfortunate turn of events such as the loss of her last remaining parental figure finds herself captured by a BloodHound -a genetically enhanced being, designed to identify and retrieve the last remaining Negatives roaming the Earth. She gets thrown into a sterile room to be subjected to various tests, under the pretence that her blood would be the key to develop an antidote against the deadly virus...But that couldn't be any further than the dark truth.

Fear crept into my heart and I looked at the sleeping Hazel. "What if she has some Lycan blood running in her veins?"Monalisa asked and I turned my head to the doctor curiously. "She might survive."He said and I heaved a slow sigh. Even though I didn't believe that much in the moon goddess,I silently prayed to her to bring Hazel back to life.Back to me. "Hades, you need to find the culprit and bring him/her to me!"I told my beta and he nodded at my words. "I think the culprit has to be one of the cafeteria workers. I'm quite sure that there might be someone else behind it. Someone who hates half-breeds so much."Hades reasoned out and I nodded my head to his words because they made sense.