Heller's Blazing Star Novels & Stories

and my surroundings turned bright. I opened my eyes to be greeted by the sun shining through the window and directly onto my eyes. I knew what today held, and I was anxious to tell Damien that I’m ready to go to Hell now. I’m ready for him to take me home.

"Welcome to the Hell, Ella" This is when a lone tear escaped my eye.

Then finally, with a hoarse roar, she breathed out a blazing flame. Leila was crushed. She lifted her head to the dark, velvety sky. Then, she saw the Dragon Moon. Among the sea of stars, the orb was dyed a deep, crimson red.

Running like this and being one with nature gives me the feeling of the most freedom. After a while, I slowed down and stopped when my eye caught on a bush of red flowers. Sunflame Iris— just what I was looking for. I still didn’t have the spellbook that my mother showed me when I was a kid but among the ones I had studied and remembered, this one is part of the more advanced spells I could cast. The spell has rarer herbs, the sunflame iris, that can’t be found in the North easily. I need it to create an eternal flame for the upcoming harsh winter. It can be distributed in Main Helios and it would be a great help for the kingdom that’s why I persevered to find the plant.

We had fun, it was fun to see Blaze getting angry just because a guy said that I was hot. "God, you're so sexy when you are thinking." He smirked making me cut my thought. "I'm not acting sexy, I'm born to be sexy." I flipped my hair and he scoffed. "My two girls are sexy anyway." He muttered and I laughed. "Are we there yet?!" Hailee yelled. "Yes baby, we here." Blaze replied calmly and parked his car. Hailee being the impatient girl, left the car before Blaze could scold her. "Hailee wait!" Blaze sighed and ran toward her. I took Mattia out of his seat and we followed them.

Elizabeth followed the trail with her eyes until it vanished behind shuttered buildings. Even the prayers left stains now. Her basket was lighter today. The herbs she’d gathered in autumn were already running low—bundles of rosemary brittle at the edges, sage crumbling between her fingers, dried yarrow that smelled like summer when she crushed it and breathed in deeply. She had spent the evening before boiling, grinding, straining, doing what she could with what remained, fingers stained green-brown and sore from pressing roots against stone. The plague did not care how carefully a woman worked.

It was a full moon tonight, beautiful and breathtaking, yet so much hateful. I hate the moon, the stars, and that dark sky. I hate them with all my heart, yet I am doomed to never escape from the night. And there were also these burning torches surrounding me, torches which their intense flames seemed like they were about to devour me. But no matter how much I hated all of them, they didn't hurt me. They couldn't. Not like these dozens of contemptuous gazes around me.

Heller was only about to step forward and dash into a fight. But Crymillia was already in front of her. "Don't worry about my seat too much, since I'm gonna be taking yours~" SHIK! Heller felt a sharp pain in her stomach. Warm liquid dribbled down from her stomach to her legs. Heller coughed up blood. Crymillia licked the blood that was spat on her cheek. “That is some tasty blood you have. You'll make a fine meal. Hehe~" Heller’s heart was beating fast and her mind was getting hazy. She could feel death’s invitation for her as she stared into those demonic eyes.

he smiled triumphantly from ear to ear. "It's good to hear that," he then trails kisses on my nape, and his fingers continued to twists and abused my poor nipples. "W-Why does it hurts so bad? Wh-What did you do, Lord Damon?" He giggled. "I'll call this Hell One," he looked me in the eyes as he keeps on playing with my nipples. "This medicine will make you so sensitive, weak, and even the slightest pinch will be a huge pain in you," my head began to feel dizzy as I felt my strength and body became weak.

Each person controls a world leader, running the underworld and carefully maintaining the balance needed in such a world filled with human greed, death and destruction— willingly ready to be seen as the devils. Zayn Hellfire was not a Devil. He was Hell itself. “Tea, Don?” Giana places the cup in front of me, her milky gray eyes staring at me even though many cannot do the same. For she is blind. I don’t bother to give a response but she doesn’t wait for one as she places the cup and saucer down on the table. It’s Darjeeling tea, one of Eve’s favorites, but now I am no longer sure if she ever liked it.