Hell Novels & Stories

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it walked slowly to me starring directly at my face like it was actually searching for something . it got so close that I could feel it's hot breathing gushing on my face like volcano steam "grahhhhhhh " it roared out loud and sticky saliva from his mouth gushed on my face and I couldn't hold on any longer and I fell into darkness . LENNY POINT OF VIEW

Unable to blink, the lord of hell sat rigid and tense, his brother slowly injecting the slimy substance directly into his eye. He snarled again, Hades actions catching his off guard and vulnerable, strengthening his anger and annoyance. The slimy black substance appeared cold at first as it entered his eye, only reminding him once more of tar; the feeling much too similar. Wincing, Darkous squinted one eye, the black liquid beginning to scorch and boil his eyes as it mixed with the other substances; the pain like nothing he had ever felt before.

Ughhhhhh. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃. 𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝒹... 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁"

Heli’s dark and sunken eyes widened slightly, and he blinked slowly while looking at me. “A-aki...” I glared at him. “I’m freaking mad at you, alright? So freaking mad! But it doesn’t mean I want you suffering in pain like this!” I exclaimed. “So please tell me what’s wrong, Heli. Maybe I can help you...” Heli stared at me for a few seconds, then he looked away, sighing deeply. “I... I’m suffering from b-blood dehydration...” My forehead creased. Blood dehydration? “It’s w-when vampires don't drink e-enough blood...”

Hector: Hey beautiful. Me: Hi. What are you doing up so late. Hector: Thkn abt u. Me: Lies! I giggled. I was done with my sandwich and needed to go back to bed. I rinsed my plate and went upstairs. The smile was still stuck on my lips. Hector: Charming male werewolves dnt lie. Me: Oh really? Then who do? Hector: d uncharming human ones. Me: Uncharming is not a word.

He stuttered his shaky hands ready to take notes in his small note book. Lorenzo inhaled through his nose. "I loved the smell of blood, the cries of the victims begging my dad for mercy, the children crying for their parents to be spared. Fucking paradise. I should take you to my basement one day and show you around. It's a lovely place." He chuckled Dr. Ross gulped shaking his head, "Uhh...alright-Umm. Let's m-move on." He made a quick note in his note pad. Lorenzo shrugged.

He put the suitcase in the trunk. “I said to have fun. Not this.” Hailey said with wide eyes. Penelope didn’t know what to say she only shook her head lightly. “I like this guy.” She smiled at him and then suddenly changed her expressions and looked at Penelope. “If he does anything you just give me a call and I’ll come and whack his ass.” “I’m right here.” Damen put his hand on his sides. “I know, sweetie.” She gave him a toothy smile. Take care you two.” Hailey gave him her phone number. “Text me when you reach.” He nodded and drove towards his home. ***

“He cursed your autocorrect?” Tora nodded. “Turned every heart emoji into a vomiting squirrel. Real mature.” “Still not as bad as when he cursed your coffee stash after you called him Grandpa Voldemort,” Jax added helpfully. Cheyenne burst out laughing, then grabbed a pen off the counter and started scribbling on the whiteboard labeled “CURRENT APOCALYPSE STATUS” in the kitchen. “So to recap: Isolde’s mom is undead, psychotic, and after her daughter’s soul. We’re calling in a warlock and possibly the goddess hotline. And I still haven’t had a donut today.”