Hellish Realm Novels & Stories

It was the compost heap of human consciousness, the place where the unprocessed became fertile, and the fertile became dangerous, and the dangerous became necessary. And she saw, with a clarity that burned her eyes, that the Realm was sick. It was swollen with debts that had never been paid, with truths that had never been spoken, with masks that had never been removed. The weight of human denial had made it heavy, had made it hungry, had made it into the thing that had been pursuing her—the faces in the white, the presences in the red, the voices that whispered from the dark.

Something a shifter learns when they are young to ignore, mostly. Ignoring everything around her, Yolanda began the arming of the device in a section of young trees. They’d checked their location several times. The lands of the Dream Realm reflected that of the other realm, but it was a mishmash of what the land looked like at different times. With buildings long gone in their reality, still existed within the Dream Realm, and that included the trees and lands. But one thing never appeared here. There were no insects or birds. But nightmare-type creatures hunted each other, and those that visited the Dream Realm.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ She never wanted a big house to survive, A small place in his heart was enough for her to thrive. He never wanted her to be perfect, As for him, she was already his most precious asset. They have fought with darkest nights, With a hope to see a morning full of light, Segregated, they were burning in the fire of hell, Together, they are in heaven's shell. Now, no barrier can keep them apart, As they live in each other's hearts. ~dayyyyydreamerrr (S.G.) (15/02/2021-23/06/2021)

Zhiluan burst suddenly, after being forced to remain quiet for so long, "I'm sure you know nothing of this, boy! In the calamitous war in the previous epoch, all six domains nearly collapsed. Only they didn't. But this does not mean that all was fine in the end. Breaches began to emerge between the domains, such as the places called the Deep Hatred Sky where Heaven meets the Mortal Realm, the Sea of Painful Sorrows where one can reach the realm of twilight, and the Pond of Gods and Devils where the link between here and the Domain of Evil exists...." Zhiluan continued proudly, seeing as everyone was staring wondrously at it while feeling immensely pleased with itself, "Suffice it to say that

Both of us nodded as Caliath furthered. “The Mistland Hollow is not a normal forest. The Dhwlarians' lingering presence warps reality. Paths loop back on themselves. The air thickens with alternative realities and false memories. Trees are carnivorous, and shadows are hungry. The creatures do not simply kill. They play. They are artists of terror, and they enjoy it, reminding the Hunted of what they are capable of.” “How do you know all this?” I asked, my voice trembling. Every feature on his face contorted in pain at my question. “Not important, focus on the information I am giving you. Hunted are not privy to this.”

and he kissed. The world is full of surprises, and love is one of them. THE END AUTHORS NOTE: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING BLISSFUL HELL, EVERYONE!

Gabe squealed in delight and jumped on Andrew’s back. I looked at Jack confused. I didn’t understand what he meant. “What do you mean other realm?” I asked and Jack turned to me. “There are special realms around this world, but you have to know where to find them and get in them. There are not many, but they exist.” I nodded and watched him walk towards the camp. I was glad to hear that we were going. There was no definite deal that I would get any answers, but I had hope. My necklace had to have some significance to it.

*THE REALM OF LOST SOULS IS ONE OF THE SEVEN REALMS THE CONSIST OF PURGATORY, ITS SIZE IS ON EQUAL FOOTING WITH THE EARTH’S MOON *THE EXACT LOCATION OF PAIMON AND ELIJAH IS THE ISLAND OF THE FORGOTTEN WITH ITS SIZE BEING COMPARABLE TO THAT OF ASIA Paimon and Elijah appear in a dimly lit area with mist covering the place, pain and despair is almost tangible in the air with the smell of hopelessness hanging ELIJAH : Where is this place, I can literally feel the hopelessness in the atmosphere PAIMON : This is the realm of lost souls, one of the seven realms that make up purgatory… this is where you shall die

He watched them with disinterest. “I attract women to my realm because this is a haven. For dreamers and lost souls, and those who burn so wine-dark with passion that it immolates them. Some call this the realm of death, the place of cold miracles, but I am not Veles, no underworld god, and this is far from the afterlife, Hell, or any other place you can imagine. This is the realm where coal is pressured into diamonds. My kingdom is the kingdom of true life, and my subjects the claimants of a vitality so sweet it melts on the tongue like butter.”

Of course, I wasn't used to dark realms like this, the last one I passed being when we crossed the worlds. "This is the Realm of Celibate Death," she said. My mouth fell open in shock. What exactly was that supposed to mean? "And what do you mean?" I asked, beginning to go unsure of the whole thing. "Which means this is the Realm of death. But, it doesn't take creatures' lives, it is an idle place for death," she explained. I scratched my head, still confused. The whole explanation was still not clear to me and vivid. It was like acid was poured in my eyes, while I wandered a dark and cold derelict street.