Hellboy Hell Novels & Stories

Knowing that it took someone very special to love… Hell’s Angel!

"A text? Now? That's... odd." 》》》》》》》》 He went out immediately, unsure of what it was. The hallway was dimly lit, shadows stretching long and distorted. He walked a few paces, his senses on high alert, before a sharp pain exploded in his side. He gasped, stumbling backward as a figure stepped out of the shadows, blocking his path. The figure was tall and lean, their face obscured by the dim light, but their voice was cold and steady. "Don't mess around with Emily."

She was barely an adult and all of a sudden she thought she owned the words out of my mouth. “While we wear these,” I held up my wrists, showing off my chainless shackles to her back. “We’re Hellhounds. It doesn’t matter what pack we were from once upon a time, we’re part of this pack now. We’re Hellhounds and Valefar is our Alpha.”

Eve was far out of my league— with her angelic face and her pale skin and the way she walked around like she belonged in heaven and not this piece of hell that I was constantly reminded that I could never escape from. But it was fine, because I had Lucille next to me. And we would always have each other. I met him when he passed his first assessment in the Hellfire Group when he was seventeen. A room filled with other men twice his size and his age. He had ripped them apart with his hands and teeth, chewed on most of them like a wild dog. That was where the mad dog title came from.

There was a writing below it, which I could not translate, but it seems Vincent and Cyrus understood it So I was a hellhound “And they have the ability to control hellfire just like Riley does, and they are always tormented with death” Hearing the last part, I felt a shiver run down my spine. I had always seen people die in my dream, and I had thought I was cursed but I was in fact a hellhound who sees death.

I groaned loudly as I felt liquid dripping down the side of my face from the previous cut on my head. She brought her face close to mine and whispered huskily in my ear "My Philomena suffered an agonizing death on her way to the hell you built her, and you? You shall meet your hell here, Storms. I will make sure even purgatory reject your stinking soul!" I was overcomed by a sudden anger and hate that beclouded my mind. I felt the urge to pluck out her eyes with my fingers. Without much thought, I blurted out, "I should have sent you there instead!" and spat in her eyes.

“Can’t make it as a dancer, probably won’t get a job in whatever fucking career path you chose as a plan B. You’ll go back to living on your mommy’s couch and working twelve-hour shifts at a gas station until you rot of old age.” “No.” I’m shaking. Trembling with anger. How dare he talk to me like that? “No, I’m going to succeed. And your demons are going to drag you back to Hell where you belong.” He smiles. “If I belong in Hell, so do you.” He takes his drink and sips it, then extends his arm. I watch his hand, watch the glass. Watch it happen in slow motion, but I can’t fucking do anything as he tips it over my head.

He thinks with power he can conquer his star, his star precisely. The star that was snatched from him by his people and now he's adamant on getting his precious star back. So what will happen if both of their worlds collide with each other again? Will Anisha's life become hell after meeting him again? Or Will Vikram get back his light of the star in his dark world? Either way both of them will get something that will destroy one person completely at the end. Let's just see what will happen further. *********************************** ✨Hola! Surprise guys! Yes, you guys seeing it and it's real. As promised I'm back with a prequel of 'A Trip To Hell'

SUSAN DAVIS, ALLORA’S TOP MODEL, AND DAMIEN MARTINELLI OF STAR ENTERTAINMENT ARE GETTING MARRIED! Time slowed. The honk of a car beamed loudly. Zia Hidalgo’s body slowly sank and just before her head hit the ground, a strong arm encircled her.