Hellish Realm Novels & Stories

“Oh, that’s ugly. Please let me burn that.” Nihareth tilted his head, watching them assemble. “Fitting. The broken sons and daughters of a dead age.” “Dead?” Elias said slowly, stepping forward. “You don’t know what death is yet.” “Don’t give him time to monologue,” Dorian muttered. “He loves monologuing.” Kai cracked his neck. “Can I kill something now?” Amaria raised her staff and scanned the field. “No mortal terrain anymore. We're in the fracture between realms. Anything goes.”

Helia floated to the side no longer blocking my view of the woman talking beyond me. “The image I showed you was one thousand years into the past in a place we call Nexus. Nexus is a realm parallel to earth and where all the creatures’ humans consider supernatural originated. There are two portals that connect this place to your land that you call earth.” Helia said watching the exchange between the women get more intense. Celeste still looked calm, but the older woman was on a rampage explaining something with lots of hand gestures. “So am I like on another planet?” I wondered. This is all so strange

She crossed the threshold. Stepped into impossibility. Felt reality twist. Bend. Break around her. Felt—everything wrong. All at once. Overwhelming. Impossible. Death would be easier. Death would be— The bond. She felt the bond. Anchoring her. Keeping her connected. Keeping her—alive. Barely. But alive. The bond was her lifeline. Her only connection to reality. To home. To—everything that mattered. The gateway closed behind her. She was alone. In their realm. In impossibility. In— Hell. It looked like hell. Felt like hell. Was hell. Probably literally. The sky was wrong. Three suns burning different colors. Purple. Green. Red. All of them casting shadows that moved independently. That reache

Selene, Moon Goddess POV The stars whispered. The moonlight flinched. The very pulse of the Veil rippled against my senses like chilled silk. He stirred. I glided across the silver plane that connected the divine realms, the light beneath my feet glowing brighter with every step. My gaze turned downward, piercing all veils of time and space, until I saw it, his pit. The black heart of the hell realm. Malrath, the Lord of Ruin, clawed and thrashed in his molten throne, always plotting. That putrid, rot-smelling bastard.

"Not reincarnated." The fading lights flickered again. "But as they are." Hunter whispered a curse. Chaos nodded. "Every soul." The office suddenly felt too small. Too quiet. Too fragile. "The good." The lights dimmed. "The bad." The walls trembled. "The innocent." A crack appeared in a nearby window. "The monsters." The realm itself groaned. "All released into the same space." Reality suddenly felt terrifyingly fragile. Marcus stared. "You mean..." Chaos nodded. "Billions."

She quickly scooped some more into her mouth and she felt her energy coming back to her, she didn't notice it but damn she was exhausted. "Now that you've regained your energy, sit down and listen I'll tell you everything you need to know" Elle nodded and sat down "For starters, you are still on Earth but in a different realm. A realm that no one in the human realm really knows about. This realm and most of the creatures in it are as old as the first human to exist, it's called the guardian realm because it exists to guard and protect the world, especially humans, yes! Humans" the tree said, and Elle looked at her skeptically

Serves them right, vaffanculo! Realizing the time I make my way to the bathroom, flicking the light, reminding me of the shitty ass room I'm in. The yellow walls are nearly brown from filth, sending a shiver through me. Nasty motels were never something I thought about before, not when I had five star hotels at my fingertips.

In this mystical world where reality and dreams intertwined, she found solace, joy, and the infinite beauty of a world where love and storytelling reigned supreme. In the heart of the dream realm, Mama Hazel found herself surrounded by a chorus of whispers and laughter, a symphony of creativity that pulsed with the energy of unspoken tales and untold secrets. The air was alive with the scent of possibility, the glow of the dream realm casting a soft, ethereal light that illuminated the path before her.

He scanned the place and realized we were in the Pixie Realm. "Oh no, not the Pixie Realm." his face turned sour. "Why?" "This is my least favorite realm. Entities in this realm are far from dying and reaping; they are also horrible towards Reapers. Whenever an entity in this realm dies, we can only inform them which path they will take. The fact that even in their soul-selves, pixie-like entities are impolite. In my years of being a Reaper, I have never once met an entity in the Pixie Realm who didn't curse me,"

- Entalia (Werewolves and Lycans realm) - Dragomair (Dragons realm) - Magicax (Witches and charmed realm) - Fairfield (Fay - fairies realm) - Varonix (Vampires realm) - Earth (Human realm) - Pure Field (Werebears realm) - Sage (Were foxes and other shifters realm) I was on my way to finish and sign the treaty. The meeting was boring as always, so much arguing between councilors. Soon, new agreements were presented and signed by all eight rulers, and we headed toward the private bar area for refreshments.