Hell Taker Novels & Stories

The command line blinked. Waiting. Helios asked one final question. CONFIRM TARGET: VICTOR HALE The control room fell silent again. Because pressing one key would destroy the most powerful financial empire on Earth. And Adrian Hale’s finger… Was already hovering above it.

There was a 4-wheel SUV parked next to it as well as a yellow Ferrari sportscar that--- Well, what the hell was that even doing out in the woods? And how did it get here in one piece?! “If I cared more, I’d probably give you a speech, but I don’t so listen up, because I’m only saying this once,” I said, as I stepped up next to Ashton, making a mental note to sell that piece of crap the second I got my hands on the papers for it. “I’m Alpha Dargan Hellson and I’m your new alpha. The man you see with me is my Beta, Ashton. You can call him Beta Ashton.”

Darkness swallowed me whole, the chill sinking deep into my bones. In my mind, two children ran through an orphanage courtyard. "Carl, will we always be together?" "Of course. I'll never leave you." Somewhere, my phone kept ringing. The sound grew distant. I couldn't lift my hand to answer. My consciousness unraveled. So this... was death. *** "Carl, what's wrong?"

The Arbiter’s scan told him his name was Maximo Chen. The ganger wailed and laughed, spitting at the Arbiter. “You just killed half my gang, Tangina mo! You’re a fucking hypocrite Arbiter! A FUCKING HYPOCRITE” He grasped for his rifle which was just a stretch from his hand. H-6 fires a stun round to the back of his target’s head. Maximo’s body convulsed even as the rubber round knocked him out, the electrical aftershock was doing its work. H-6 stood still for a while longer, both shields were primed and ready allowing him ample time to direct his drone companions.

I’ll get to her in a bit. In a tortoise shell, I work for a secret organization known as T.H.E.M.—the Trusted Hierarchy of Everyday Murderers. T.H.E.M. is clandestinely contracted by private individuals, corporations, or sometimes even the government to complete the dirty work of furtively killing off individuals or groups of people.

“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the

Fennel and Philip looked at each other before walking toward the manor’s entrance. Suddenly, ten burly men with tattoos all over their bodies rushed out of the manor. They were outrageously stout like gorillas! Fennel and Philip stopped at the same time. The former stared coldly at the ten burly men rushing out and said softly, “Be careful. These ten people are the Hellhounds of the Hall of Evil, the top ten killing machines under the Dark Angels. Their combat level should be between the third and fourth zones. Although it’s not particularly high, their bodies have undergone special transformations. Once their power is fully unleashed, they can reach the peak strength of the fourth zone!”

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

No, I am sure they are this other guy’s family… not my Mac’s. I roll my eyes in disgust at myself. He’s not my Mac. Oh God. Concentrate, you fucking idiot. I keep going through the images until I get to the one I am looking for. The report. 1267 CCPick up 10thCoffee 1208HPick up after deliveryTea 1190IPick up 14thStatue 1211H Pick up 11thNA 1130CCNon disclosedBook 1140 DMDPick up after deliveryStatue 1289WPPADFlooring

I needed to take care of that idiot, Liam, before he blabs everything to that Alpha. “Hello?” “It’s me. I have a job for you.” I hear a heavy, raspy breath on the other end. “What is it this time?” “I need someone taken out.” “Who and where?” “Mystic Moon Pack. They are holding a warrior who knows too much. His name is Liam.” “And what is it that he knows?” He asks with humor in his voice. “That is none of your concern. I want him gone, now!” There was a moment of silence before he answered.