Hell Bound With You Novels & Stories

Her insides contracted as the piece of crystal was drawn towards her, attempting to pushed itself back inside. The woman licked her ears as she firmly hold the crystal in front of her. Hellion jolted seeing the crystal glow faintly in her hand. Her chest throbbed, a sudden part of her was gone with her not knowing what even it was. She tried to steady herself but the wound made her wobbled a bit. The blood trickled down, dying her clothes red. Hellion felt her vision going hazy as the body gradually fell into the ground. The transparent arms let go of her, letting the very person fell into the ground. She stared lifelessly in the person in front of her.

“I’ll find you. I’ll bring you home. And I will slaughter anyone who dares touch what’s mine.” The bond pulsed once, faint but alive. Bella. Hold on. I was coming.

"Hah!" Hearing how skeptical Horey was, Huub snatched Helen's phone right then and snapped coolly, "Listen closely! I am Huub Droitner, heir to Droitner Inc.! That so-called Bloodcrane Spiritbloom?! I have it too! And I'm now demanding that you free your hostage!"

What the hell? 'Hela?' I screamed in my head, but no response. No one around me had noticed me falling to the ground, they were all too busy fighting. "No point trying to contact you wolf little whore." Tanner said as he approached me. "Oleander is a bitch at disconnecting you both." My face paled at his words. "And no one can see what is happening. There is a spell over the two of us, as far as anyone knows, we are fighting, and before anyone realizes it, it will be too late for you. Now, you are mine."

Avery looks around quickly, seeing what we’ve done and nods. “Have you ever done this spell?” she asks me. “No,” I tell her. I know the spell, but I’ve never even seen it performed. “May I help you?” she asks me. “Yes, please.” “You know it has to be you. You are the one bonded to him, but that also means your sister and brother can help. It will boost the spell,” she says as she looks at the boiling salve. “I can help as well,” a man with a foreign accent says looking at me.

“I have called and he will come. I am the Banshee and he my one. he will come to save me from the evil ones, I have called and he will come.” “the hound of hell is the only way. He will come, burn, destroy and defeat, I’m his Banshee who he will soon meet. When he comes they better run, Because I have called and he will come. our souls intertwined as we become one. Together The queen will rise and with her, her king,

Hezron uttered and Yvanne's jaw dropped. "Samson Bill's wife? No way!!" Yvanne kept telling himself that it was all lies. But why is it that, with the way Alicia was staring at her with muderous intent, why does it seem like it is true? Plus she looked dead serious to ruin him. She was not truely looking like a Bill. Yvanne didn't know that Hezron was a Bill untill his face turned solemn and dark just like Alicia's. The Bills were known to have a terrible aura that reeks of only evil and doom but right now, he was recieving two folds of his own trouble.

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

“Have you ever heard of Hubert Keller’s Fleur burger?" Madeline stared at him, trying to remind herself that she didn't just hear him mention about three words before mentioning ‘burger'. Who in the world ate such things as food? she wanted to shout. “No, Mr. Robinson. I haven't heard of it before." Robinson said nothing as he pushed a strand of hair out of Mariam's face. “Can you spell it?" he asked, his hand clasping around Mariam's.

AVA Was that…? No, it couldn't be. She had been stressed out lately, barely sleeping, barely eating. It wasn’t far-fetched to imagine her mind playing tricks on her. But he looked so real. Too real. She blinked. Looked again. A murmur moved through the crowd like a wave. A few people whispered behind cupped palms. Others turned to each other, brows raised. There he was. Luke.