Hellish Realm Novels & Stories

The Void Hunters had arrived in force, their presence turning the sky into a writhing mass of anti-light that hurt to look upon directly. The assault began, striking first at the Realm of Embers, a world where phoenix-folk had dwelt for millennia, their cities carved from crystallized flame and their culture built around eternal renewal. I watched from Hollowshade's mirror-pool, the scrying surface rippling with images of unspeakable devastation as flames that had burned for ten thousand years were swallowed whole in moments, leaving only a bleak, echoing silence that stretched across continents.

Carrie replied, a hint of mystery in her voice. Zeda briefly thought about asking what the genuses of the owners were, but decided against it. Carrie obviously wasn't among the few people who had met them. She sat upright. "Tell me about my eyes. Why are they so strange?" "Alright," Carrie said, setting her empty cereal bowl aside. "There's something called the Realm in the supernatural world. It's a place that only supernatural beings can access by focusing their minds with incredible strength and having a strong will. Any being who successfully enters the Realm comes back to reality with either new, powerful abilities, or much better control over the ones they already have.

The residual rift shimmered in the center of the room like a wound that refused to close. Damian stepped forward alone. The team waited outside as ordered. The device activated. The rift widened with a scream of tearing reality. He stepped through. The Architect’s realm was not heaven or hell. It was a fractured mirror of everything they had ever been. Endless versions of the hotel suite stretched into infinity. In one, Alex knelt in lingerie, whispering “Master.” In another, Damian bent him over the conference table. In a thousand others, they fucked in every position, every level of desperation and love. The children’s hum echoed everywhere Hope, Grace, and Kai calling to him.

I peered at the picture and realized – it was moving! “Is that…water?” I asked and looked closer. The entire place was surrounded by water, with brightly coloured coral and glowing plants. It looked nothing like I expected the Warlock realm to look like. “Where exactly are we going?” I asked. “This is the Seirina realm, the realm of the Sirens. We have someone we need to pick up first, unfortunately,” Caspian grumbled the last part. “Please, play nice. We need this to work out.”

And as they drifted beyond the horizon of stars, each began to shape a new realm, reflecting their essence back into the cosmos. --- Elyon – The Realm of Echoes Beyond the edge of time, Elyon built his dominion from fragments of what once was. The Realm of Echoes shimmered like glass— a thousand mirrors reflecting past lives, a thousand whispers preserving forgotten truths. Every moment that had ever been still lived here, folded carefully into light and memory. Souls who longed for understanding wandered these mirrored paths. They touched the reflections and relived their most cherished moments— births, loves, victories, farewells—

I glanced around at the strange unearthly surroundings. "Where are the boys," I asked Rai. He looked at me and shrugged. "I don't even know where we are," he mumbled, holding his hand up and feeling the air around us. "I believe that this is Helheim, you know the nine realms of norse mythology," Rai stated in disbelief. I sat on my ass and chuckled. "Damn, then the Thor movies were correct," I mumbled and burst into hearty laughter. Rai rolled his eyes and continued to explore the surroundings.

But it wasn't rock or steel. We stood on a smooth, obsidian plain that mirrored the endless nothingness above. Scattered across the horizon were the colossal, fossilized remains of things that defied human comprehension—shattered planetary rings, the pale bones of dead cosmic leviathans, and the petrified husks of stars that had burned out eons ago. This was the Architect’s Realm. The bottom of the cage. "Elena," Killian murmured, his voice sounding strange, vibrating directly through the ambient magic rather than the air. He stepped in front of me instinctively, his golden eyes scanning the endless dark. "Where is the host?"

She would have to ask her questions later. “The Nature Realm of rain, sun, wind, the earth and the rest. They are good, you may find grace with them. Then, the Sea Realm, they take care of the creatures in the sea. They are gentle but rage full just as quickly, you may also find grace with them. The Winged Realm you must avoid, hot-tempered. Everything makes them angry. Avoid them, they will most likely not find you worthy. Here is mine, you know you have a place here.” Belladonna smiled.

Clover teased, dragging Selby with her. “You have some good friends there,” Heath says. “Come on, let us eat. I don’t want Selby to kill me.” We continued on with our game after food, until we were exhausted. “Okay, time to sleep,” Heath says. “Don’t want me to suck your……” “Stop tempting me, we need to rest, we are almost in Mauritius and we will need rest.” Come on, let us sleep. “Let us shower first then,” I said happily, “clean bodies rest well.”

she whispered. The Ancients replied, "It is the Heart of the Realms. You must bind to it. Or they will collapse." Isabella extended her hand, breath shallow. The moment her fingers brushed the crystal, a torrent of visions overwhelmed her. She saw the world fractured into realms: the Mortal Plane, the Spiritlands, the Abyss, the Heavens, and the Shadowlands—all hanging by threads of flame. Each thread burned with agony. She screamed. Arthur ran to her, but a force flung him back. The crystal clamped onto her aura, drawing in her energy. Symbols poured across her skin like liquid gold. Her eyes turned white. Her voice, when she spoke, was not hers alone.