Hell In The Heartland Novels & Stories

The sun rose up the peak as the whole realm basked in the warm light. Ye whole field cleared as the purple skies turned blue. The whole place was lit as the darkness slowly got engulfed in the strong light. Hellion woke up on her bed slightly dazed as she recalled the strange dream. She slowly wiped her tears away and sat up on her bed. This morning, she really felt sick. No her heart is sick. Why is the dream so sad? It is such a strange dream yet it felt real to her.

Silas whispered, stepping toward me. I reached out and touched his face. My hand was warm. It was solid. He let out a sob of relief, leaning into my touch. "I'm here," I said. "But I'm not 'Ordinary', Silas. I can't leave this mountain. I am the **Heart of the Dead Zone** now. If I step outside this territory, I’ll fade back into static." "Then we stay," Silas said, looking at the Pack. Fenris let out a triumphant howl, one that was picked up by every wolf in the canyon. They weren't "Assets" anymore. They were the inhabitants of a new world.

Together with Lilith and Gluttony, they would relocate to Hell. Everyone followed his command without hesitation. Lucifer opened a portal directly to Hell. Dark energy tore through the air as the gateway expanded before them. One by one, they stepped through, leaving the trembling chamber behind. They found themselves at Armageddon. It was a wide and vast expanse of land in Hell, stretching farther than the eye could see, a desolate wasteland that resembled a no man’s land on Earth, yet somehow more hostile, more absolute in its emptiness. The ground was cracked and barren, jagged fissures crawling across its surface like scars, releasing faint wisps of smoke and ash that curled into the hea

They know that Heloise Oliver is really good to them, but being good is really good, and being strict is also really strict. Heloise Oliver didn't care about this, but came up and said, 'Trisha, I entrust you with something.' Hearing this, Trisha suddenly became interested. 'What is it?' Heloise Oliver handed her the mobile phone and sink a track: 'find this to transform the heart.' Trisha just looked at it and got the impression, then looked at Heloise Oliver in surprise. 'Heloise Oliver, this demon heart, actually exists?' The so-called devil's heart is the pinnacle of today's high technology. It is said that this devil's heart is like a master key, and people who install it can have adven

I got a bad mother in-law who wanted to turn me in to a slave. The maids took the lead, as we walked in to the gate of hell. People stared at me with their mouths opened. I wondered if they were feeling sad that my life was wasted. We got to a giant door, and one of the maid, knocked. A guard opened the door while she urged on us to enter. I entered the room with a fear just to be disappointed. It's was a large hall full of women. Just like the maids who I met earlier, they were all lined up.

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Heriel slowly dragged his knives from the center part of Hupty’s face, his nose, lips, chest, to the spot where his heart is located and I can see the fucker’s eyes widen. Finally, Heriel smirks as he thrust his claws into Hupty’s chest and dragged her out his beating heart. That got Jamiel attention, no one loves the sound of raw heartbeats and its last beat as much as Jamiel does. He stares at the heart on the tiled floor of my mall still beating slowly, pumping with life with the chords still connected into Hupty’s body. Jamiel stalked towards him. Blood was everywhere and the stench of blood was starting to make Charlie gag. If these people have not just witnessed Charlie almost getting

The baker who used to leave bread on her step when flour was scarce. None met her gaze for long. “The village must be protected,” Father Aldric said. “From fear. From contagion. From influence.” The last word landed differently. Elizabeth’s breath rasped. She tasted blood again and swallowed it down. “There is a place,” the councilman continued, “where those who are taken by the sickness are laid to rest. You know it.” She did. The pit lay beyond the fields, past the low rise where the ground dipped and never quite dried. It had been used before—sparingly, reluctantly, in years when the dead outpaced the living. It was not named lightly.

"That illegitimate child of yours isn't worthy of this blood." She ground her heel into the red puddle, speaking with venom in every word. "I'd rather pour it out to water the flowers than give it to you." At that moment, Danielle felt her heart shatter, and even breathing became painful. The VIP room door slammed shut with a heavy thud, sealing Meghan and Taylor away from the chaos outside. Danielle stumbled back to Olivia's hospital room and cradled her cold body, tears falling onto her pale face. As despair slowly overwhelmed her, her phone screen lit up.

As for Heather, she would stare at the large screen that was installed in front of the electronics store every day whenever she wasn't scavenging through trash. She was waiting for a miracle. She couldn't shake the feeling that Jamie wasn't actually dead. He was the "Godhand", after all. How could a divine being die? One day, a livestream that would shake the entire global medical industry to its core was broadcast on the billboard that was installed on the biggest shopping mall in Highville.