Hellish Realm Novels & Stories

"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.

The air over the Shadow Vale was thick with ash and despair. A gray pall clung to the jagged peaks, and the ground itself seemed to shudder under the weight of countless undead souls. Selene stood on the precipice of the valley’s entrance, her silver eyes reflecting the devastation below. Before her lay the amassed legions of the Revenant—fallen warriors, corrupted beasts, and spectral phantoms—stretching as far as the eye could see.

“If he does, I’ll come visit you.” I smile. “You will?” The way the four realms worked was like the stack of a ham and cheese sandwich. The top piece of bread was Heaven, the slice of cheese was The Mortal Realm, the slice of ham was The Underworld, and then the last piece of bread was Hell. Only celestials and the souls pure of sin could enter Heaven. The Mortal Realm was a free for all, however, the celestials would not allow supernaturals and demons to threaten humanity into extinction and they would step in when necessary. The Underworld was the haven for all demons and supernaturals who didn’t want to live in The Mortal Realm. And then there was Hell, where most high ranked demons lived

She repeated, at a loss for words in how to react. I know I am weird on many levels, but not this odd! I got freaking horns that can compete with a ram’s! The large and apparent swirls until it elongates upward. Yep, my eighteenth freaky birthday ability is a freaking demonish horn! “What the hell?” For the third time, Cent uttered those words. “Uhm, for your information, the Malevolent world or what the human named hell or Nether world is still far away. In fact, we are still within the territory of the human realm.”

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”

Every pack sending distress calls reported the same – waves of creatures, targeting anyone with divine blood or bonds. "They're testing," Volkov said. "Seeing how much pressure the realms can take before—" The world cracked. Not metaphorically. An actual crack appeared in the air, spreading like fractured glass. Through it, I glimpsed other realms – the Flame Realm where everything burned eternal, the Winter Realm of Volkov's power, the Void where nothing and everything existed simultaneously. And in that Void, something massive turned its attention toward us. "Don't look at it!" Volkov commanded, but too late.

Their face was obscured by a silver mask, featureless except for the faint engravings along its surface. Bram gritted his teeth. “Who the hell are you?” The figure tilted their head, as if considering the question. Then, in a voice that echoed unnaturally in the fractured air, they spoke: “You stand in the Hollow Realm.” Myrra inhaled sharply. “No. That’s not possible.” Elior frowned. “What do you mean?” Myrra’s fingers tightened around her staff. “The Hollow Realm is a myth, a place between existence and oblivion. A place where things go when they are… unfinished.”

Arion looked hopeful as if I would agree. “Yeah, and we don’t hate you. How could we ever hate you?” Arrow looked confused. “Yeah, you are way too cute, and smart, and” Arion paused looking for the word. “Sexy,” Arrow said. His eyes darkened before turning back to the usual amber color. Was I in some sort of alternate universe? What was happening here? That’s it, I died. I died and this is my hell. The Hell twins like me, Darren betrayed me, yup. I’m dead and have gone to hell.

A past that visits him from the depths of Hell, haunted by its spectra with nightmares that refuse to leave him even after all those centuries have passed. He raised his head and watched the disc of the sun, which was preparing to set behind the horizon, bid farewell to the island, leaving coldness and darkness, announcing the end of the children's play period and the start of the parents" role in guarding the area from the attack of what remained of the savage Sirana.

Everyone around me reacts the same—some stagger, some gasp, one of the witches nearly moans. Hermes lowers his hands, pale and sweating, but grinning with pride. “Speed. Cunning. Agility. All enhanced. You’ll need it.” Arya nods. “We’re aware.” “I wish you good fortune and favorable circumstances,” he adds. ...Right. Sure. Thanks, I guess. The landscape of Selene’s Realm is a whole new kind of nightmare. It used to be twilight—rolling hills, glowing trees, that eternal summer dusk. Now? Now it’s blood skies, cracked rock, magma pits, sulfur vents, and jagged cliffs like the underworld is bleeding through the cracks.