Hellish Realm Novels & Stories

“Obviously not.” “I’ll go too,” Kael said, as if daring anyone to argue. Eryx, leaning in the shadow of another archway, studied the crack with narrowed eyes. “The reflection realm isn’t just another dimension. It’s where discarded possibilities accumulate. Regrets. Unchosen endings. You walk in with a fragile sense of self, you walk out as a stranger—or not at all.” “I’m not fragile,” I said. Damian’s jaw clenched. “That’s not the point. The resonance is you. If you get trapped there—”

She tumbled through the abyss, a kaleidoscope of nightmarish sights and sounds swirling around her. In an instant, she found herself in the heart of Hell. The landscape was a desolate, barren wasteland, devoid of life and hope. The skies were ablaze with crimson and sulfur, casting an eerie, oppressive glow over the nightmarish terrain. Jagged rocks and twisted, gnarled trees stretched into the distance, shrouded in an eternal gloom.

MUHLER lived in tranquility in the past. The night here was spectacular, full of life. There were never-ending festivals in every corner in honor of their different deities. Faeries danced and laughed under the music. But now, the place seemed to weep. Esdras turned this part of the Empire into hell. Almost every corner blazed a fire, and the ashes scattered in the air. He remembered there was a thick forest nearby but gone now. All that was left were the barren land where trees and plants were dried. The small community near the Southern Gate looked like a ghost town. The residential dwellings were all abandoned and destroyed.

I nod and take a cautious step past the barrier that divides the bridge from the rest of the realm. I remember one specific detail from the times Rizor came for me. He always had me in a cave that had little lighting. I have a hunch that he is keeping my mother's consciousness in that exact same cave. Darkness surrounds me beyond the barrier. The moon is full and pale but lacks its radiant glow. I stare at it mesmerized as if I'm seeing it for the first time. It's so easy to forget that this is a world of fatal illusions. A place where nightmares thrive due to the favorable conditions of pure utter human fear.

"It's not just a place, Ria. It's a wound. A place where the veil between worlds is thin." His words were like a punch to the gut, confirming her worst fears. The Crimson Zone was not just a geographical location; it was a tear in the fabric of reality, a gateway to something dark and malevolent. It was a place where the laws of nature were warped, where the boundaries between the living and the dead blurred, where the past and the present collided.

And it does not affect how handsome he is. Silence enveloped us for a moment before he decided to speak. “We are in my cursed realm. I called it as the Shrine of a Greedy King,” he replied. My mouth went agape, creating a little opening on my lips. I didn’t know about the existence of his cursed realm in my subconscious mind. Maybe I can manifest my dark celestial realm here, too. Is that even possible? A cursed realm and dark celestial realm existing together? Might be. I should have tried it some times. I don’t know if I don’t try.

"Explain please." After the waitress placed a pint in front of Haldir, she took Mory’s glass. Once he took a drink, he set it down then blew out through his mouth in irritation. This wasn’t the kind of activity he was hoping for tonight. "It's kind of hard to explain. This world, it's just like a dream for supernaturals. A very long vacation from their real lives. The Realm is where supernaturals go when they have had enough of this world or if they die here." Mory swallowed down what she truly wanted to ask as her eyes became glassy. Having immortality dangled in front of her like a carrot was the cruelest kind of trick. "Like Heaven?"

There were tall trees around them and it was not possible to see any distinguishable features in the land. “I also don’t know, to tell you the truth,” admitted Casser. “Although based on these towering trees around us, I think we are close to Rokuhari.” “You mean the realm of the Healers?” asked Mira, alarm creeping into her voice. “I can’t be certain, but we did cover some distance from Alanca and walked through Remuel’s tunnels. It’s difficult to tell where we are unless I climb the trees to get a view of the surrounding mountains,” said Casser.

the deep, bellowing voice whispered. Javani kept looking at himself, noticing the inscriptions on his body. Kay was right though, it did feel very, very good. “But you still haven’t answered my question. And what exactly are we doing in the realm of Invisibulum?” “Look kid, there’s a lot of you don’t know. And for starters, this is the only realm where you can actually see me. The real me” he said, oozing of a dark fog.” Concerning the first question though, to be honest, I’m just the only person who can really help you understand and make use of this power Javani”

"And he has the roar of the dawn" We began the descent. The Under-Realm was a world of terrifying beauty. We moved through tunnels of translucent obsidian and veins of glowing sapphire quartz. The air grew hotter and thinner as we moved deeper, smelling of brimstone and ancient, stagnant rot. Giant mushrooms, taller than a man and glowing with a sickly violet light, lined the paths, their spores drifting through the air like radioactive snow.