Hell House Novels & Stories

I steeled myself and opened the door. The hallway was awash in red. Smears and spatters of bright and dark blood covered the walls, the floor, and my door. My head reeled. What the hell happened? Why was there so much blood outside my door? Hadn't the guy in 603 seen it through his peephole? I couldn't help looking toward apartment 603. To my surprise, the door stood half-open, and it was dead quiet inside. I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603.

Damon We teleport to the realm of Hell locked in a heated embrace. We pull away breathless and I just can't wait to steal her breath again. We are standing on the shore of Lake Everlasting looking at my home, The Crystal Palace. It rivals any castle out of any fairytale. I can feel her excitement and apprehension. She isn't sure she belongs in such a lush place. “Wow!” she exclaims. “Welcome home, Misha.” Misha gasps, “I'm going to live there?”

I hugged her once more quickly before kissing her forehead. "I need to go." I said as she nods at me smiling. She walked away excitedly, still holding the photo of her kids. I walked directly in the parking lot of the house where my driver awaits me. I entered the car and the engine starts. Our meeting place will not be held in the house because Jeiah was there and I don't want her to be involved in this. We have a meeting hall where located at the abandoned lot far away the road. After almost twenty minutes of traveling, and lost in my thoughts, we already arrived at the abandoned land I was saying earlier. It is a vast land where a huge old house located at the center of it. I didn't bothe

He now has something he could actually burn. “Ask him to take him to the basement. To that room” Back at the mansion Hades headed for the basement as soon as they reached the main house. It was a whole world beneath the family estate. It was the world of crime. What was better than to keep it too close that anyone couldn’t even dare to doubt it?

Marcello stood before the vast, dark windows of his chambers, gazing out over the hellish expanse that stretched out below. The Hell Pit was a place of power, a fortress built on fear and bloodshed, and he had made it his kingdom. The stench of sulfur, blood, and iron hung in the air like an oppressive fog, but to Marcello, it was home. It was his dominion, a realm of suffering and control.

The playroom in the basement of Hellen's house was small, almost intimate—walls of exposed brick painted dark gray, polished concrete floor covered by a thick black rug, a dark wooden St. Andrew's cross fixed to the wall opposite the door. In the center, a padded spanking bench in red leather, chains hanging from the ceiling with discreet hooks, a low table with accessories arranged neatly: plugs, lubricants, thin whips, the familiar black leather strap-on. Two floor lamps with amber light created long, warm shadows, almost comforting.

She hears a door open and close from outside the room and a woman's voice calls "Jill, are you home?" "Shit!" Jill goes into the closet and closes the door most of the way - enough so she can still see out. "Jill, are you home?" A pause. "Fuck! I need to talk to you so badly!" From the closet's perspective, we see another attractive young woman enter the bedroom. She's wearing jeans and a shirt. She hurries across the room to the PC on a desk and opens a browser and selects a favorite from the menu. The camera's perspective is from outside of the closet now. While the site loads, she pulls off her shoes and socks and jeans. We see that the site has loaded. It's a cybersex site with cam girls

The safehouse was, by any reasonable metric, an absolute catastrophe of architecture. It consisted of two rooms: a main area that smelled aggressively of wet concrete and broken dreams, and a cramped bathroom where the sink groaned in agony every time the faucet was turned. Elias sat on a plastic crate, his knees pulled to his chest, shivering as he stared at the dark, pulsating patches of black mold that climbed the walls like a slow-motion infestation.

While walking straight searching for his room in this place I came across to a dark hallway of this house. As I walk near it and a bad smell suddenly hit my nose. It's a blood and looks like there's a dead body inside of these rooms. No way, did they already killed Hell's husband? Ha, they're wishing for their death early this evening. I tried to open the first door and it looks like an ordinary room with chains, no signs of human being. I'm about to open the second room but a familiar voice broke the silence of this hallway. "Who are you?" I didn't turned my body to see him because I might kill him in an instant but of course an assassin in an assassin.

I take one last look behind where I come from, glad that Ares is finally out of danger and step through the forced open tunnel by the mist. And I see it; within the eye of the storm stands the hut itself. The hut reminds me of the wicked witch's house from Hansel and Gretel…where the witch would trick little children with promises of sweet nothings only to capture them and then eat them for her meals. A part of me wonders if this legend, this myth, actually originated from the Sorceress. It doesn’t matter. What is most important right now is to keep Helios alive. I creep soundlessly to the porch and crouch at the door. The door is smouldering hot, as if it is burning from the inside. The bla