Hellboy Hell Novels & Stories

His mouth, nose, and ears moved around his head and face like light through a kaleidoscope. Heppni finally got herself under control, wiping the tears from under her eyes. "Let me introduce you to the real Hellion. Or Hel as he's been called since the dawn of time. A literal chameleon who can take the shape of anything or anyone. The love of his life is the only person who can save him. As the eons pass, his magic grows more unstable. More devastating." "Why haven't you helped him?" Saint asked her. "He's your brother."

I’m sure this time, he would wish he possessed the powers to disappear. “It’s you… Owen Vitmoz. The man with the scared face. The man whom no man dares to cross. What… what kind of hell have I walked into?” He cried. “My hell indeed” I chuckled, letting my fingers play with his jaw. “She must have promised you that no one would find out about what you two were about to do. Tsk. You had believed in her words thinking of the huge amount of money you would receive. Turned out the plan is about to destroy you”

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.

"What the hell—" ***

With cautious steps, I gradually approach the shield, and to my astonishment, a small doorway materializes, granting me passage before sealing shut behind me. Slowly I venture further into the depths, ethereal figures resembling dancing flames emerge, their presence growing more pronounced as I draw nearer to the entrance. Overwhelmed by a mix of fear and curiosity, I halt in my tracks, uncertain of the mysteries that lie ahead and the purpose behind their beckoning call. “Fear not, Skyler, for we stand by your side as your unwavering guardians! We are the formidable warriors of the underworld, known as Hell's soldiers, ready to shield you from any harm that may come your way.” they whisper

In that instant, the neighborhood seemed to Billy one big evil maze that was protecting that bastard and keeping him away from his love. He heard the cellphone rang and saw Shawn's number on the display. He probably was calling to find out where he was, to warn him that police was coming to help him. Billy put the call on speakerphone. “What is it, bro, I am still driving!” he asked trying to stay on the right path which was hard to find under the pouring rain. “Billy, where are you right now?” Shawn asked him in a worried tone. “In a few minutes, I’ll be at my destination. But this rain doesn’t help me at all.”

A man holding a beer bottle held up a cellphone very close to his face as he tried to read the message. "Who is calling?" Another asked while slumped over a girl. "It says... Jerkel & Hideous." The man holding the phone responds with a look of complete confusion. "Isn't this that book about-" he started but was cut off. "It's definitely Sochun's phone. That idiot keeps naming his father stupid shit like that." The slumped man laughs. "Last time... what was it? Picko... Puno..." "Pinoclueless..." Sochun responded as he swooped over and pulled the phone out of the man's hand. "Did no one ever teach you fellows to mind your damn businesses?" The two men booed at him and laughed.

He approached her and crouched down to her level. Rayleigh glared at him. The drool from the Scout Demon streamed down her arm and her shirt tore in multiple places. "Where did you bring me?" She demanded of him. "Oh honey, if you couldn't tell already." He smirked at her as he reached across and grabbed a few strands of her hair between his fingers. "You're in Hell." Her eyes darkened. "That much is obvious, dumbass. Which Hell?"

He claims to have hellhounds and there's no reason not to believe him, but still. Hellhounds kill with single-minded purpose and in turn they are nearly impossible to kill. They have no problem breaking off parts of their bodies to slip through things like fences, gates, and prison cells. The Federation had no success at taking much less keeping one alive and whenever they tried, humans died.

I say nothing. It's been a bad day. Yeah and that's laughable. The days have been bad since I found myself in this godforsaken hellhole. My thoughts have been crazy, and the hours stretched on and on. There's a berserker rampage happening inside my head. It's the certainty that I'm going to die. But first, my brother will peel the tattoo from my skin. The picture in my head is so real, I actually feel the burn.