Hellbound Heart Audiobook Novels & Stories

He knew the kind of monster his Lord was. Even in the darkened room, he could still see what was happening before him, since he was a night creature. The red thread and the coffin began fading into nothingness, revealing the two people floating in the air while still embraced together. What could be heard in the darkness was the humming and cracking of bones, as though a body was remolding. The sound was eerily creepy and nerve-wracking, but not for someone like Butler Thomas — to him, the sound was like music to his ears.

Her desperate pleas echoed, questioning the severity of her perceived wrongdoing and the seemingly unending torment she was enduring. “Will no one come to help me? Is my sin so grave that I deserve this punishment? When will it end? Where will it end?" ____ Engrossed in his work, Ahil lost track of time, unaware that night had descended. Continuing his tasks late into the night, he remained oblivious to the numerous calls from his concerned mother, who desperately tried to reach him. Unbeknownst to her, Ahil had intentionally turned off his phone.

I heard him calling again, his voice sounding horrific. I looked back inside the room. It looks like a warmth room, with a fireplace, which possibly has a chimney! Lucky you Bella, I said to myself excitingly. I approached the fireplace, it hasn't been long they put the fire out. How can I squeeze myself up through it, since it's still hot. I can leave with scratches but burns? No! I heard him call again, louder this time. "Young misssss? Where are you!? Young master wants yooouuu!"

"Have you been to the clinic today? Have you seen the dead bodies left on the floor? Have you seen the people who are suffering from the attack? Have you seen the hundreds of children lying dead on the hospital bed? If you've seen all these, you wouldn't be here telling me to have mercy on such heartless terrorists." There was silence in the room and for a while I thought that I had talked some sense into her. "My lord, I know about the horror outside… but it has nothing to do with Hillary." She said, whimpering. "Who is Hillary?" I asked. "One of the hunter girls. The one who lays currently in one of the rooms in the castle's clinic… the one whose mother is dying by the minute." "I don't k

He is a heartless, ruthless demon and an enemy that is not easy to defeat. ******** Violet was standing by the window in her room, watching the rain falling. The sun had fallen asleep, leaving the sky in darkness. Tears dripped from Violet's eyes as her heart crying in pain. All the bad things that happened to her made her feel like she was living in hell.

Once, I stood on its highest spire and promised the stars I’d never come back. Promises. What fragile little lies. The ground trembles beneath me—not from my weight, but from what moves inside me. The Abyss didn’t just give back what I buried. It gave more. Too much. Every heartbeat now is a drumbeat of war, pulsing with power that hums in my teeth, my bones, my blood. The sky listens. The dead listen. And somewhere, far beyond, the gods flinch. You feel it, don’t you? The voice is softer now, no longer the roar of a storm but the hiss of silk over steel.

He wasn’t just a monster; he was a black hole, sucking the sensory life out of the room to fuel his synthetic heart. “Dad, stop this!” I screamed, firing my Glock into the chest of a lunging guard to buy myself a second of air. “The serum is eating you! Look at your hands! You’re disappearing!” “Death is just a limitation of the weak, Arielle,” the thing rasped. The voice didn’t come from his throat; it seemed to resonate from the air around him, a discordant echo of a man I once loved. It was the sound of a thousand needles scratching against a record.

From beneath the prison. The group froze. The noise came again. BOOOOOOM. Like a heartbeat. Thomas immediately remembered the Heart Tower. The pulse beneath the throne. The ancient thing sleeping beneath reality. Cold fear spread through him. Then another sound joined the heartbeat. A voice. Not spoken aloud. Not heard through the ears. Heard inside the mind. Everyone reacted. Everyone. Ava staggered. Cassian clenched his head. Valen swore under his breath. The voice was distant.

brain. The synapses fired and died. The memories, the ambition, the malice—it all flowed into Leo like water into a drain. Vane went limp. He wasn't dead. But his eyes were empty. Lobotomized by magic. Leo stood up. He looked at Damian. "He's quiet now," Leo said. Damian stared at the empty shell of his enemy. Then he looked at his son. "Yes," Damian whispered. "He's quiet." "The drill," Wulfric shouted, pointing to the Spire. "It's still running!" We looked. The massive industrial drill mounted on the Spire was automated. It was grinding deeper. SCREEEEE. A sound pierced the air. A sound so high and terrible it cracked the ice on the ground. The Core was breaching. "We have to get inside,"

Without another word, she turned and walked away. Grandmother rose slowly. “Enough for tonight. Go to bed, all of you.” Rose touched her cheek, whispering, “At least… I felt her touch even if it was a slap. Now my birthday is over.” Grandmother pulled her into her arms. “Pouring alcohol on yourself won’t fool me, child. Everything will be fine.” But in her heart, she prayed: Lord, send someone into their lives who will end this rift once and for all. Far away, at the Hartman mansion, Richard and Sam were locked in another quiet debate.