Hellbound Novels & Stories

Only the stillness of an open grave. Ellie’s signet ring didn't just glow; it shrieked. A jagged, pulsing crimson light radiated from the stone, casting long, distorted shadows across the grey dust. She reached out with her inner sight, trying to find the golden threads of the Alliance, but what she found made her stumble. The threads weren't just frayed; they were being knotted into intricate, suffocating patterns—the **Legion of Bone** was literally weaving the life force of the sleeping wolves into a shroud.

I nodded slowly; I took him over to his bike; I tossed him onto his bike; I raised my hand; my claws sparkled in the moonlight; I slowly dragged my claws across the metal gas tank of his bike. SCREEEEEEECH. The sound was agonizing; the paint peeled; the grooves cut deep into the steel of his bike. His bike fell down and the fuel started to leak. Henrique winced; he closed his eyes; he thought I was cutting through his skin. “Are you sure about that?” I asked; my hand raised high; my claws pointed at his chest. “I could make this last much longer.” He looked at my claws; then into my eyes; he didn’t see any mercy; he saw the demon.

There was only a look of finality. "Your hell," Clara said softly, though it was unclear whether she was speaking to Rebecca or to Ethan, "Begins now." After that, Clara picked up the urn and walked away into the heavy shadows of the crematorium. Rebecca lay alone on the cold ground, knife still in her chest, blood slowly soaking into the earth beneath her. A faint ambulance siren sounded far away, but she could no longer hear it clearly. Her eyes stayed open as she stared into the gray sky.

The walls of the room shattered around me, flying towards the opposite direction. “Who the hell are you?” I snarled, terrified of the voice in my head. “I am Hela Morrígan! Goddess of death and rebirth. Your life was used to fulfill a prophecy, and we were reborn to bring about the great Armageddon,” she replied coldly, and goosebumps erupted across my skin. “I am a part of you as much as you are a part of me. Born from tears and fury, your willing heart would end the world so it would return healed of the differences that hunt your love.” She added.

Long, swirling horns coiled around its head like petrified fire. Mohammed and Susan shuddered, staring at this **incarnate hell**, as the creature's colossal shadow stretched across the walls, threatening to engulf them entirely. They took a step back, but the voice of the sheikh, the leader, cut through their fear: **Sun of the Ages:** Do not hesitate... Come closer.

Just far enough from Ottawa that it was isolated from the city but close enough to make the trip to fulfill one’s desire. But I knew that he, the sick, murderous asshole, was not from Ottawa. No, he was like my mom and me and knew our secret. He lived deep in the forest where humans did not go. But close enough to come here regularly, to get his fix—his fix being my mom. Yes, all the women here wanted regular clients, but he was not like other regulars. He had evil eyes, irises so dark that they were indistinguishable from the pupil. He was sadistic. He regularly left injuries on my mom. And while the brothel banned bad clients, for reasons that eluded me, my mom would never report him and a

Her hair looks greasy, but her eyes are sanguine, like snakes. “Please, make yourselves comfortable.” She then pointed to the chairs beside the black table. The entire cabin looks neat, but all the things inside are too dark, making it look dim and creepy. Both of us sat down and waited for her to talk. She was holding a golden cup that brought light into the cabin. “So, a sanguis.” Alarick nodded, but I dropped my mouth with what she said. “She knows stuff,” Alarick whispered. “I wanted to know how I became like this. I was born and raised -”

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Hadrian informed them. “They could be like us.” Colby hinted. “Perhaps, better,” Hadrian raised an eyebrow. “A Hellion is a supernatural creature created by a witch to do her desires. It can hypnotize people, make them forget everything they know about themselves, manipulate their minds, remind them of their worst memories and make them feel anguish. It can read minds and it is only vulnerable to what we call the ancestral blade.” “It reads the mind. No wonder, he was able to know what I was thinking and that's how he found out that you were supernatural.” Amaya proposed narrowing his eyes to Colby.

She was calling me succubus, that did not mean a good thing. “I can come back later on if you need some time, Archdemoness. In the meanwhile if you need me to do something for you then I am going to. Please tell me how may I be of assistance?” I asked. “I shall tell you, Aithusa. But the smile that I saw on your face that tells me that you had something pretty substantial to tell me. And I want to hear it first. Then I shall tell you what new hell has been unleashed upon by two freaking bastards. That signature…..I am never going to forget…” said Hannabelle. Her eyes were glowing red and her skin rippled showing the original reddish tone of her demon skin.