Hellbound With You Novels & Stories

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“But with that delight comes an urge to shred anything, spill anything, dig anything. And I tell you, I do not mean fabrics, drinks, or soil.” “Well, whatever you mean, then.” I return my eyes to Hunter before starting down the steps. Walking this aisle doesn’t feel right, but I’ll make it. And it won’t hurt me either to carve Luivanne into a foot mat if he doesn’t fucking shut up. “Look, Heidi, the Umbra Realm is no place for a girl like you,” he whispers, following behind me, “unless you are curious what it looks like in a demon’s belly.” Wow!

--- **The Howling** The cabin explodes. Not in fire-in *sound*. A howl older than the Veil, older than the Silence, erupts from the locket's remains. The storm answers, the Song answers, the static answers. The Silence screams. The girl watches, her form dissolving. *"Clever. You hid a *heart* in the memory."* Kael's ghost grins. *"Damn right."* The howl intensifies, shredding the Silence, the ash, the false sky. Eden grips my hand as the world dissolves.

“Stay with me.” The voice laughed. Storm-bringer. You arrive right on time. Rowan stiffened. “You hear that?” I gasped. His jaw clenched. “Yeah.” That shouldn’t have reassured me. The runes flared brighter, shadows stretching unnaturally across the chamber walls. The air shimmered, warping like heat over asphalt. A shape began to form not solid, not whole, but vast Hungry. You feel it now, don’t you? the voice purred inside my head. The threshold. The pull.

Sierra whispered, voice raw and trembling. The reflection smiled, softly, mournfully, eternally. “I’m here. I never left. Bound by spell and blood… I walk with you.” Tears fell freely, unchecked, down Sierra’s cheeks. She hadn’t cried like this in years—not since she had last felt truly safe in a world that had turned against her. The sorrow and relief twisted inside her at once, so potent it made her chest ache. “But I can’t hear you… not always—why can’t I—why now?”

The sky bled red as the Blood Moon rose, casting a scarlet hue over the battlefield. Every shadow seemed sharper, every scream more piercing. The air vibrated with tension, the energy so thick it felt like it could crush bones. I could feel it in my veins the Abyss pulsing, alive, whispering, demanding. It was no longer a power I merely wielded. It had become me, and I was becoming it. “Kiran! Lucien! Stay with me!” I shouted, my voice slicing through the chaos, but the words barely reached them over the roar of battle.

When he got to where I was, he held out the tool for me to see clearly "Please." I continued struggling against the bindings desperately. When he reached out to grab my arm, I suddenly froze, closing my eyes and turning my face away. "You Thompsons have heartlessly killed so many of our kind. You killed even those who never killed a human for centuries. You've tortured us and hunted us like Prey." Venom dripped from his voice. The darkness in his eyes intensified as he trailed the knife over my skin teasingly. I couldn't stop trembling in utter terror.

She leaned closer and whispered something secret. “Do you know that humans are not the only ones in this world? There are some other creatures, like vampires and werewolves. I have a feeling he took my blood.” Pearl’s eyes widened, and she looked worried. Billy was astonished to hear it. He never thought that Taggart had shown himself. “What?” Billy half shrieked shockingly. Pearl nodded confidently. She made sure to Billy that she was telling the truth. “I don’t lie,” “Did Taggart Kellent show himself?” Pearl’s eyes widened more. She perplexedly nodded while staring at Billy. Billy took a deep sigh and then threw his sight to his side.

I cried as I kept telling her I was sorry, but she just smiled and said, "I've already forgiven you." She told me she hoped I could move on from this and live a good life. Her warm hand stroked my hair as she said those words, just like I had once imagined when I was younger. But I might never be able to move on. This was what I owed her. Not long after, Brandon—whom I had tricked—found his way here. He grabbed me by the throat and demanded, "Where's Daniella? Where did you take my Daniella?" I told him Daniella was dead.

The predator did not wait for the sun to rise. Kelvin Blackwood moved with a lethal efficiency that made the air in the master suite feel thin. He stood by the window, his silhouette cutting a sharp, obsidian figure against the moonlight filtering through the heavy drapes. The phone in his hand was no longer a device for communication; it was a tracking beacon.