Hellish Realm Novels & Stories

Everett replied, "no, but we will jump." Everett jumped from the castle tower. She screamed in shock and hugged Everett's body. Everett jumped on every tree and stopped at one of the taller trees. Everett said, "it's alright, you can open your eyes now." She opened her eyes and was fascinated by the beauty of the realm of black mist. There is a colourful light that looks like a galaxy. She thought frightening darkness only surrounded the realm of Black Mist. But that darkness also looks beautiful. "Should we continue our journey? Don't close your eyes," Everett said.

We sat there together for a while, I was still sobbing my heart out on the ground, screaming, and praying that it wasn’t true, that I was still in Hell, that this was really, truly Hell and that Damien was alive somewhere. Until I can bring Damien’s soul back to where it belongs, I would be in this Hell that I created. Hermes was looking around the new realm that we were to live in with intrigue, he said, “If we are all stuck in one realm now, we should rename it, I mean, ‘the Garden’ is nice but it’s not too catchy.” I controlled my tears and steadied myself before I told him, “It’s called Mercy.”

But it was him. “Where are we?” she whispered, clutching his arm. He looked around, his expression grim. The darkness rippled like smoke around them, occasionally flashing with images—flickers of the world they’d left behind. Trees burning. Wolves screaming. The Queen’s laughter echoing through the void. “The Shadow Realm,” he said finally, his voice hoarse. “Her domain. Half-death. Half-dream.” Aria shivered. The air felt alive—breathing around them, whispering secrets she didn’t want to understand.

“I need to reopen the bridge. If he found Khaenat’s body, he’ll be near the threshold. He has to be.” Kael snapped, “Do it.” Violet slammed her hands on the carved sigils, chanting violently. Rhea’s blood still soaked the cracks. Light began to pulse—weak at first, then blinding. The doorway re-formed. A window into hell. Shapes moved inside. Dark. Frantic. Rhea stepped closer— “FENRAK!” she screamed. Her voice echoed—straight into the Dream Realm. The shout hit him like a shockwave. Rhea’s voice—echoed, warped, trembling.

Soheila answered. "Those words are new to me. I only knew that the Sidee Continent was the weakest continent in the whole Svetlana. What's an Outer Realm?" Hector asked. "There are two realms in this world, the Outer Realm, and the Inner Realm. The Outer Realm was the weakest Realm since the spirit energy is weak. However, the Clerk Continent, which is the number one continent in the Outer Realm, their spirit energy was not that weak since it is close to the Inner Realm. There are also a few of a number of people who achieved the Purple Rank, but I heard that some of them were still alive, unlike the Sidee Continent. The Inner Realm is the most dangerous Realm. There are tons of cultivators

“Explain.” “The mirror realm,” she said, voice steady now, “isn’t a place — it’s a fracture. A world between life and death, thought and memory. When Eryndor’s spell collided with hers, it tore the boundary open. She fell into what remains of the old enchantments — the space that exists when creation forgets itself.” Kaelen’s jaw tightened. “Then I’ll find her there.” Maelis’s gaze sharpened. “You can’t enter that realm. Not as you are.”

"Silverclaw, open a small portal. Let them see." The dragon's magic flares, and a shimmering tear appears in the air beside us. Through it, we can see another realm. A wasteland of eternal fire, rivers of lava flowing between jagged black mountains. And creatures, things that look like nightmares given flesh, prowling the burning landscape. "That's the Demon Realm," I say quietly. "One of the less hostile dimensions. There are worse ones. Much worse." Neon stares at the portal, his face ashen. "You're telling me those things could come here? To Earth?"

The shadows grew deeper, richer, tinged with the smell of fire and brimstone. The mouth of his realm opened. A swirling crack of darkness— the entrance to Hell, the place no mortal woman returned from unchanged. Beyond the tear, black stone and ember-lit skies flickered in and out of view, the distant wails of bound souls rising like a warped choir to greet their king.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

“My power is Portaling and I’m your only ticket out of this realm sweetheart. You kill me and you’ll never find your way back home.” She felt her stomach drop with an upsetting emotion that was terribly similar to fear. “This realm?” She hissed. “Yes.” He replied, watching her every expression. “We’re in another realm entirely. Without me, you’ll wander this realm for eternity-“ “You lie!” She snapped and pressed her dagger deeper into his throat. “There is no ‘other’ realm.” But wasn’t there? The shadow realm was where the king got his collared army from. The man underneath her laughed. “Many believe so. Look above you, is this the sky you’re used to in your realm?”