Hell Lord Novels & Stories

He jerked off his body and almost fell off from his horse, roaming eyes around him. 'Who said that?' he thought. The Commander of his army, Panther, was fighting close to him, growls of bloodlust for the enemies coming from his mouth. His red eyes were enough to scare someone normal, his roars were more violent, the swinging of his sword was proving that he was a living monster in the mankind. "It is me," the voice whispered again. Moriah sighed with frustration, though the voice seemed familiar as if he heard that mysterious voice before. "I am the Lord of Life."

She muttered not ready for any bad news. "Host, you really need what I have to say for your Mission" AI3 persuaded her to listen. "What is it?" Rose felt like whatever it is she will hear it sooner or later, so it's better to he mentally prepared. "What I want to say is that, In this world the lord god is the Villian. He is Blackened and Dangerous. Not only that you are bound to the plot of this world, things will happen even if you don't want them to happen " AI3 explained everything to her.

Isaac strained his ears to hear, but was unable to pick up more than a few words. This was soon overtaken by the rich tones of another voice, echoing through the broken walls, from above and below. Everywhere and nowhere. "I am the lord of fire who lives on truth, The Lord of Eternity, Maker of Chaos, against whom the otherworldly serpents have not rebelled. I am the God in his shrine, The Lord of Slaughter, who calms the storm. Let darkness fall." The ground roared as steam rose in vast clouds, melting the skin from the faces of the fallen corpses, dissolving their features and bone into nothing.

This was a true demon, a general of Malachar's army. It stood twelve feet tall, covered in black armor that seemed to be made of solidified shadow. Its face was hidden behind a horned helmet, and it carried a sword wreathed in hellfire. "I am Kha'zor," it announced, its voice like grinding stone. "I come for the Luna. Surrender her, or all of you die." Dominic and Darius stood side by side in wolf form, growling. Pack warriors formed a defensive line. Aveline stood behind them, already glowing with silver magic.

Blake Once I depart from Savage's former pack territory, I go on a journey back to my kingdom, eager to share the impending news with my loyal demonic warriors. As the King of Hell, my reign had begun from the very moment I entered this world, but it was my mother Skyler who had ruled over the fiery realm until I was ready to assume the throne. Thus, it is at the tender age of sixteen that I officially ascended to the position of the ruler of hell, ready to embrace the responsibilities and challenges that lay ahead.

They sell drugs in the club upstairs, one that would make people forget what happened to them when they were snatched and brought to the underground level. Vampires had to adapt to the changes of the world, is what Elijah told me. There are places like this around the planet, ready to cater to the vampires who despise hunting for human blood. We went through the back door; the CCTVs had already been tampered with, giving us a short window to slip in and out of the building and save Loren. From what I gathered, Loren had been a prisoner here since I moved to Salvatore hills. She was a pawn in all these supernatural beings’ diabolical plans for their benefit.

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“These hellblades slay demons, forcing my true form out. Behren used them to banish us during Constantinople’s fall. My real body is not of this world, and humans cannot perceive it. Since you are used to me as a cat, I became this larger version. I am much more…mighty in person” His eyes slid over his massive furred body with clear disdain. “The last person to wield this was Behren, the soul render. He split many of us apart, absorbing our essence into the hellblade and sending our weakened forms back. It was a chaotic time, when black magic was used desperately to win the war over Constantinopel. A foolish mistake, since we are not meant to walk here. Once we are set loose, the destruction

Eve was far out of my league— with her angelic face and her pale skin and the way she walked around like she belonged in heaven and not this piece of hell that I was constantly reminded that I could never escape from. But it was fine, because I had Lucille next to me. And we would always have each other. I met him when he passed his first assessment in the Hellfire Group when he was seventeen. A room filled with other men twice his size and his age. He had ripped them apart with his hands and teeth, chewed on most of them like a wild dog. That was where the mad dog title came from.

“Here’s the thing. I need to tell you something, Mr. Ford. “The young man you met at the hotel tonight is Kaze Lee. You thought he was the God of War and kneeled before him. “Truth be told, it’s not his first rodeo posing as the God of War.” Harrison grimaced. He would never mistake the eyes that belonged to the Arcadian Satan. Those eyes were imprinted in his memory. “Shit! Are you doubting me? He is the God of War, the Arcadian Satan. I won’t be mistaken,” Harrison shouted.