Hell Rising Novels & Stories

“We need to get back to Rhett…” “I know. It’s just going to take a moment… Her door is green, they must have let them in,” she added as she slid out of the Ute and ran across the yard to the door, which opened at her approach, Lauren’s anxious face hopefully. Aislen threw her arms around her, in a hug. “I’m sorry, I have no news. I just wanted to stop by on our way past and tell you, we haven’t stopped looking. We’re not going to stop looking. You need to be careful, though. The NES aren’t who they seem. They’re something called Van Helsings, and they’re hunting our kind.”

Because her eyes, They weren’t normal anymore. They were glowing. Not silver. Not gold. Something else. Something ancient. Something dangerous. Kael’s breath caught. Riven saw it. And smiled wider. “There it is,” he whispered. Lira doubled over, a cry tearing from her throat as something inside her finally snapped loose. The ground beneath her feet cracked. Energy burst outward. Wild. Uncontrolled. The wolves below howled in response. Not in attack. In fear. Kael stepped toward her

We’d been accused of murder, rape, and whatever unholy crime under the fucking moon and now finally we got to get our revenge. We fucking deserved THIS! “Tell me,” I demanded in my alpha voice, letting her feel the full extent of my wolf’s aura. And suddenly she whimpered, and tears fell from her beautiful gray eyes. And fuck me, but I think they were real ones… “Who killed Alpha Reymond Hellson?”

Merry Christmas, Lynn Byrne *** More to come for Damon and Misha. What is hell really like?

Hazel’s rage flared. Her eyes glowed an eerie gold as pure energy pumped through her body, and the air sizzled with electricity. “You!” Hazel bellowed, her voice causing the earth to quake as she unleashed her power on the two women. Evelyn screamed whilst her body contorted in agony as if she was being burned alive from the inside out. Her hands flew to her throat, choking on the inability to breathe. Freya tried to run but Hazel’s magic wrapped around Freya’s body, twisting her limbs together.

Paul didn’t find out what Miguel said to her. Not the exact words. Not the specific shape of the threat. Valeria never told him the full details, and he understood, eventually, that this was because the full details were things she was ashamed of having been frightened by — that the shame of fear, when the fear is about someone else’s violence and not your own weakness, is one of the cruelest things about it. This silence left Paul feeling helpless and confused, struggling to grasp the depth of her pain and his own powerlessness.

A force one again sucked her in from behind, making her inhale all the oxygen she thought she needed sharply. A stinging pain on her left cheek woke her up. A soft groan escaped her lips and her hand reached for her cheek. It was a warm and a liquid substance. Blood. Of course it was blood, she's in hell after all. It's filled with nightmares, demons, vampires and unusual, creepy creatures. "Lucius?" Her voice barely being heard as she called out. Her eyes scanned across the place, it was dark. Pitch black, "Lucius?" "Lucius is dead." It was the deep and manly voice that teased her and sang to her earlier.

"All the Hellhounds are under Big Brother Jippies' command as they treat him as their master." "Then who killed Mary?" "The thing was born in this world but was brought back to our world, the Demon World," Saye turns around as her body shakes. Something was scaring her. "It was weak, but being raised and fed from the Demon World can create such a monstrosity." She wraps her arms around herself. "Hexia did a pretty good job raising the thing." "The worst case, it is still here," Jippies tilts his head up. "Not only Hexia's scent was here, but so was her pet."

Her temples throbbed with pain. She was on the edge. Tears welled up, but she refused to let them fall. Then, without warning, he pulled her into his arms again and stepped into the golden cage. White light spilled from above, casting deep shadows within the cage—dividing the world in two: Heaven. And hell. Just as he was about to bring his other foot inside, Briella gasped for breath, her chest rising rapidly. A wave of dizziness washed over her, and her vision blacked out.

I raised my hand, and the storm seemed to pause. “From this day forward, we will prepare!” I roared, my voice echoing like thunder. “We train for battle, for slaughter, for war! When the blood moon rises, we tear apart the last of Lillian’s cursed line. We crush her blood, we crush her name, we crush her world!” The monsters screamed back in unison, their cries splitting the storm. And then she came. Lira. Descending through the storm with wings of fire and light. Graceful, fearless, her eyes glowing like molten gold. She landed before me, her presence alone enough to silence the shadows.