Hell Rising Novels & Stories

“Listen, Bree, what I was saying is the truth; Azazel is a demon, Lucifer is the devil and Fallon... well... Fallon is also supernatural. They're here because they're trying to stop Marina, aka Marael and Sahara, from bringing hell on earth. Sahara and Marael have been keeping you and me stationary until they can use us for their spell.” Bree slumps on the couch and rubs her fingers against her temple. “So, the nightmares are real?” Zoe sits down next to her and takes her hand. “Are you talking about the night terrors you've been having?” Bree nods, tears glinting in her eyes. “I always see it. It has glowing eyes and snake teeth. And I'm running from it, but before it can kill me, I'm saved

towards a window and broke through. “NO!!” He roared as he lunged towards me and grabbed me before I accidentally fell. We rolled on to a terrace overlooking the lava. He grabbed me firmly and suddenly flew with me in the air. I screamed as I looked down and saw people in the fiery lava being burned alive but not dying. So, this is Hell? Unending torture? Fuck! I never want to be here in those pits! We landed on a bridge, next to a lake that had floating bodies in it. I clung to him in terror. “This is the lake of the dead, all souls come to Karan for ferry towards the underworld. Those who are worthy will go to paradise, those who are unworthy of paradise come to me.” I watched the dead fl

The person lying there was being sacrificed, and the blood spilled in this obscure ritual was believed to hold immense power—a power to illuminate this dark world. *** "Hazel, wake up," Serene's voice gently nudged Hazel from her slumber. Slowly, Hazel felt her spirit re-entering her body, and in response, her eyelids fluttered open. Her body felt chilled, and as her eyes focused, she found concerned faces surrounding her. She glanced down at herself, confirming that her spirit had indeed returned to her body. But the dream she had just experienced felt as vivid and tangible as the people standing before her. "Hazel," her name rolled off Wyatt's lips with a comforting warmth that grounded he

Hellion sat before me, a sadistic smile on his face. In the deepest part of his hazel eyes, I could see our reflection on the spiritual plane. Success, little one. What are you? I asked. You'll soon find out. You must fix your men. Save them. Let them save you. What are you talking about? Hellion exhaled heavily in my face. The scent of peppermint and wintergreen flooded my nose. The aromas took on physical form and moved through my system. Finally, they settled in my spiritual landscape. Golden orbs of sparkling light, almost exact replicas of my bloody masses, bobbed like boats on the water.

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"Lewis! Take the car to 'dree millee.' Ellie must have been done with her class, I promised to come pick her from college. Go now!" His order was firm and sternly given and the young driver nodded in obedience. Zeres watched as Lewis reversed the car and then speeding out of the pull point, his face remained calm and indifferent. Questions began to run his mind, his face squeezed a little as he stared at the vault door 5 steps away from him. What does Ezekiel want to talk about? The fact that they were Vampires Living in the midst of humans isn't a course to reveal the well sealed secret before this humans which crowded his company as employees. He couldn't imagine what would happen if human

The shadows pressed closer, their whispering voices curling around her like smoke. “You belong to us.” Her chest tightened. She could feel them trying to pull at something deep inside her—not her body, but her soul. A chilling realization sank in. These creatures weren’t just rising from the altar. They were trying to claim her. Cassian slashed wildly, his blade passing through one of them, but it only laughed—a sick, rasping sound. Elaria moved quickly, drawing a ceremonial dagger from her robes. “Lillian, your hand.” Lillian didn’t hesitate. She thrust out her palm, and Elaria sliced a thin, clean cut across it. Pain flashed, followed by warmth as her blood spilled onto the altar.

The ground trembled as a surge of energy erupted, and Lena was thrown backward. When she regained her footing, Rielle stood at the altar, the orb glowing in her grasp. But her expression was one of horror, not triumph. “What did you do?” Lena demanded. “I... I didn’t mean to,” Rielle stammered, her voice barely a whisper. “The orb, it’s alive. And now it’s…” A thunderous shout pierced the atmosphere, and the sky ominously dimmed. From the darkness, a colossal shape started to appear, its eyes burning with rage.

I was faster than her. Hilda Farell's smile twisted into a deadly and malevolent grin, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. "You have no inkling of the torment that awaits you," she hissed, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "I will haunt you until your dying breath, and even beyond that, I will ensure your soul is forever trapped in a realm of suffering."

“You’re walking right into something—” The ground beneath her feet shifted, the air pressing in around her like a vice. A faint, otherworldly glow erupted from the direction of the lake, casting eerie shadows across the forest floor. “What is that?” she whispered, her voice trembling. Gabriel looked confused. “What’s what?” Erika’s pulse thundered in her ears as the glow pulsed, growing brighter. Her surroundings seemed to blur and distort. She gasped, feeling an icy chill run down her spine as two glowing eyes appeared in the darkness of the forest, staring directly at her.