Hell Lord Novels & Stories

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

Golden divine blood dripped onto the dark veins of the stone. "Lord of the Underworld, Hades." "I swear on my name as the Goddess of Wisdom. I offer you a soul contract." The dark veins erupted with dense black energy. A deep, rasping voice, cold beyond measure, echoed through my mind. "As you wish, my bride."

Those whose crimes warrant a sentence to eternal punishment were sent to the darkest regions of Erebus or down the pit of Tartarus. There stood a great palace made of black rock and crystal, the abode of a tall slender goddess Hades. Her majestic black robe and puissant look made those around her cower in fear. Mortals were afraid to even mention her name. Very few knew her as Áïda. Perhaps for fear of pronouncing it, they started calling her Hades.

"THE DARK LORD" The Dark Lord is the Lord of Chaos and Destruction, proprietor of the Underworld, as well as the primary patron of Witchcraft. He is the original and oldest and most powerful of the demonic legions, and his origin is to be found in the angelic hosts. His total possession showed evil imbalances, making possible a blend of the two intrinsic personalities inside the vessel.

A voice, booming with the weight of a thousand divine realms, thundered across the entire kingdom: > «SURRENDER THE HEIR OF DESTRUCTION.» > Lorenzo stepped in front of Lorrie, drawing his weapon, pointing it directly at the celestial horror in the sky. "NEVER!" The massive silver eye slowly tilted, focusing its absolute, terrifying gaze onto Lorenzo. > «THEN THE FATHER DIES FIRST.» > Lorrie gasped as a sudden, freezing pain struck her chest. She looked at Lorenzo. Lorenzo dropped his weapon. He slowly pulled open his shirt. Directly over his heart, a jet-black, glowing mark had materialized on his skin. It looked like a pulsing hourglass.

It was quite laughable that the dark lord had a pet tiger who had a nanny. I stopped on the stone surface, rooted to the spot. The horror of last night returned. It was the place. The sound of the gunshot came back, reverberating at the back of my head, the image of Leo on the carcass flashed and the hard icy gaze on the dark lord.

Then she said it. “Lord Asher was here.” Zayla frowned. “I’ve never heard of him,” she said. “Who is he?” Evelyn’s expression tightened. She lowered her voice without meaning to. “He’s… not a man people speak of freely.” “That doesn’t answer my question.” Evelyn hesitated, then said, “Some call him the Golden‑Eyed Demon.” Zayla blinked. That name, she knew. She had heard it in whispers—half‑drunk soldiers, nervous servants, stories told quickly and never twice. A man with no mercy. A man who did not forgive. A man whose eyes were said to look like molten gold when he was angry.

The queen introduced himself. Mercy smiled at her; she was friendly. “A pleasure to meet you, queen Laura, I am Luna Mercy of the Black Moon pack and mother of Luka the demon king.” Mercy introduced herself but the part of calling her son the demon king did not sit well with her. But it seemed that on these parts, her son was known as the demon king, she did not know if that is how he introduced himself or how the people know somehow.

They were putting on dragon-scale armors, which protected them from mage attacks and any other witch incarnations except for powerful curses. “Are you?” My eyes widened as I stared at Hilary, who still had a smile on her face. “Battle Lord Hilary, Alpha Ryu happens to be in his chambers, but we can’t get in without his personal maiden, whom we are yet to find.” I snapped out of the handshake, staggering back to get a full glimpse of her hair. Just as I expected, a three-way ponytail that pointed in three cardinal directions: north, west, and east. The legendary Battle Lord Hilary of the Seven Skulls is known to keep order in the supernatural world.

he said. She sneered. “What have you done to me and why is there a symbol like this?” she demanded an answer while showing the symbol on her chest. “That’s a sign that you are my bride-to-be. Hm… I will introduce myself once again. I am Lucifer, The Avatar of Pride, The Lord of Corruption. One of The Seven Lords from Hell.” His voice was firm. “Congratulations, Felenia. Now you won’t be able to run away from me,” he continued with a lopsided smile.