Hell In The Heartland Novels & Stories

The fact that she could feel, she wasn’t cold told her he was special to her. “I am Hel.” She told herself confidently. “I am a goddess of death, of Ragnarok and I can handle one mortal.” She said giving a nod and picked up the bags. Was this how everyone felt with someone? This was not a great feeling. It was if she got what she wanted, but she feared that she wasn’t going to. For the first time ever she felt embarrassed that she had to give herself a pep talk before going back. Hel goddess of death, was worried about her heart. _____Max_____

Hunter asked, "We spent weeks in search of this person, but didn't find a single clue. What makes you think we can find him in a few days?" "We didn't have a heartstealer who had eyes. Now we do," Knight responded in a firm voice. "Sounds almost like a good plan until I recall there's a heartstealer with eyes who can find us if we leave here," Neon thought she should remind them. "Heartstealers can't find fellow heartstealers or people with them. That's the only reason Hezell hasn't been able to trace me all these years," Hezell replied. "See? You and your friend don't have to be negative all the time," Nebra chuckled and walked to the door.

At that moment, King Sandros and Shelly arrived. Shelly was carefree, whereas King Sandros was scared witless. He came forward and asked, “What’s going on? Has the ninth floor of the Hell Tower become so dangerous? The lords here can even set up a force field? It’s bizarre. Why is this place giving me a vibe of reaching the eighteenth floor of hell?” Shelly said, “So, you felt that too.” At that moment, Blaze introduced them to his mom and took out the Nature’s Book.

She is too darn good and she should be kept. "As we all know, we are here Live at the Flameheart. Towers Hotel, in Sunshine City. The purpose of this is to clear up some misunderstandings. The chairman of the Flameheart Consortium, Mr. Aiden Flameheart, deemed it necessary to clear this for the world to see.

Hall could not only kill me in a horrible way, but if he reacted like that to his puppets, I couldn’t even imagine what he would do to my baby. A cold fear crept down my spine. Elijah walked away to report the situation; when he returned, he looked at me carefully. “Are you okay?” he asked, and I shook my head. “Hall is turning our lands into a living hell,” I said, horrified. “I knew he was evil, cruel, and a monster, but this… goes beyond horror. This is a madman who can poison us all with synthetic poppies and get away with it.” Elijah grew serious and looked at me intently.

"You're such a liar, it's true that I shouldn't believe you." I grumbled as I looked at Aubrey walking ahead, for some reason, but Aubrey quite liked to be ahead of me no matter where it was but because when she was with me Aubrey always felt safe, that's why He is very confident as he moves forward. We are walking in the heart of hell, a dark hell that all humans do not wish to visit. After the encounter with Charon, I felt like I was no longer afraid of anything, going to hell was not so scary as in my imagination. I laughed, a few minutes ago we had a life-and-death fight with Charon and fell from a height that even I don't know how many meters to the bottom of hell. Actually, this is not

There I was once again in a dark room, listening to the fight going on outside. I cover my ears, willing myself to close it out. To be anywhere but here again. It had been a few years since I had been locked in my own mind. Everywhere I turned was a new memory, a new trauma. I remember as a child, everyone would talk about hell. How it’s a place bad people where sent. A place far away from earth, a place you could only be sent to by god. But as I grew, I came to learn, hell wasn’t a mythical place. Hell was right here, it lived among us. It lived right under our noses, it lived in the darkest places of the human mind. The places we wanted to pretend didn’t exist. Hell was man made.

the person who could show me heaven invited me with his open arms. "Come here or you will regret it for your life" the person who is showing me the hell, warned me. I looked between both of them getting confused whom should I choose? If I chose heaven then my family's life would be at stake and if I chose hell then I would become a walking dead body. I am stuck 'Between Hell and Heaven'

STANLEY POV "All of us thought Hazel was guilty. Should Lauren really be blamed? One wrong after living in the Layne pack isn't abnormal. The pack suffered severe abuse," I say, and the official turns toward me with a stern look in his wise eyes. "I am here to judge—fairly judge. Your pack cares for Lauren. You know her and love her, but I do not. I see a woman who helped another woman be murdered. I see a woman who could have confessed her crimes to save her pack members when her uncle came threatening her. Especially since she found out the woman she had murdered was innocent! I see a woman who chose to save herself over everyone else. Your mates were lucky you found them. If you hadn't...

“Some kind of time the other night, huh?” “You could say that, but in a way it hasn’t ended for me. We called up a soldier of Hell with our satanic game and paid the price for it.” He eyed Jon up and down, really looking at him for the first time. “Or I did, at least.” “I know it was weird, but—” “It wasn’t just the spook. Off in the woods where I went for safety there were things. Things old and awakened. Things waiting for the end of the world and becoming impatient. They got senioritis, because it’s soon to happen.”