Hellish Realm Novels & Stories

"I understand. But if you know something, please let me know. If she always falls ill here, it's going to jeopardize her safety and everyone in this realm." "What do you mean?" Hue furrowed his brow, feeling confused. Kith explained, "I don't know how to explain it, but I'll say it like this: Never let your wife have dreams in Fantasy." "What?" Hue was even more confused. That was the stupidest statement he had ever heard from his fellow gods. Kith let out a hard sigh. "Ah, this explanation is going to be long." "Just tell me," urged Hue, growing impatient. Kith inhaled deeply and then exhaled. After that, he began to explain, "Alright, it's like this: As humans enter another realm, they bec

"And if you fall into a river?" Killian looked at Seraphina. She folded her arms. "I'll think about it." Kael nearly choked laughing. Morwen raised her staff. Ancient runes illuminated the courtyard. Golden light spread across the ground. A doorway slowly appeared—floating, shimmering, beautiful, and terrifying. Beyond it lay nothing, only endless white mist: the entrance to the Hollow Realm. Eryx inhaled deeply. "I hate this place." Caelan nodded. "I died here once."

I could feel him pacing anxiously, no doubt going crazy as I was. “We've imprinted.” I was amazed at how easily those two words came from my mouth. My mom continued to half-drag me down the hall. “No, honey, you're not. There's been some sort of misunderstanding. Trust me, the longer you're away from that canine, the better you will feel.” I focused in on the ache in my chest and knew that wasn't true. “Mom, I know it's strange for a Foreseer to be with a Shape Shifter, but—”

This part of the map was different from the rest of the map, as it was always dark here. There weren’t any monsters, and it was considered a safe zone. Also, unlike the rest of the map on this level, it was the most realistic area. The trees were green, and the sky was pitch black. The only abnormal thing was that the sky was constantly moving as if the stars were merely passing through. “It is beautiful.” Reyna’s voice was breathless as she looked up at the stars.

The shadow writhes, disoriented, but so are we. “Mom?” Selene’s voice is small, lost. “Here!” I crawl toward her, my hands scraping against… nothing. Silas’s shadows flicker weakly. “Where are we?” “The Veil’s underbelly,” Veyra mutters, clutching the broken resonator. “A buffer between realms. It won’t hold long.” The shadow recovers, its form condensing into a clawed hand that swipes at us. Ryland tackles me aside, the blow grazing his shoulder. Blood blooms, black and viscous.

(Matilda’s POV): Everything around was destroyed to the core in just a glimpse of a moment, the troops were all dead, and blood was everywhere. The surroundings were filled with horrible black smoke and the disgusting smell of dead bodies of Vampires & Werewolves making it a dreadful and unbearable scene. Some were still alive but fearing for life. Some were still trying to win the war.

“Good. Now let’s go kick some ass.” With a shake of his head, Caleb jumps down from the wall, and we make our way toward the tree. To my relief, no one pays us any attention as we stroll through the bustling Inner City. In the short time I’ve been here, I’ve learned that this is the main gathering point in Hell. Hell itself is split into several different realms, and the closer you get to the Fire Realm, the lower your chances of survival—few people who go there ever come back. It’s where Rizor and his pack guard the gates.

“And what exactly does that mean?” I looked up at him. “It means the other half of the first realm. The one Mia corrupted. The one I sealed.” I swallowed. “That realm was only one side of the equation. A realm of shadow.” “And this?” Kael asked, voice a low whisper. I met his eyes. “This is the realm of memory.” We made camp near the ridge, though none of us really expected sleep. The air was strange, brittle, too still. Sound didn’t carry properly. Even the fire crackled quieter than it should’ve, like the world didn’t want to be heard here.

Human Realm After three days of kneeling at her father's memorial, something inside Helixia knew she had to make amends with her mother while she still had time. The dark energy from the Shadow Abyss had already spread out across the entire realm, causing chaos and panic among the people, both humans and werewolves alike running for safety. When she finally reaches the clinic, the door is left open, Inside, everything is scattered papers thrown across the floor, herbs scattered around. "Mother!" Helixia calls out but no one replies

"Yes, and they're all interconnected, bound by the same energy. The Heart... It's the key to them all." Suddenly, a shadowy realm came into view. Twisted, barren landscapes stretched out, shrouded in a perpetual dusk. Eerie green fires illuminated figures that moved with a predatory grace, their eyes fixed on a vision of the Heart. "That realm... it feels... wrong," Alec murmured, his voice tinged with unease. Lysandra's voice pierced through the visions, grounding us. "That is the Shadowlands, a realm that was once vibrant but was consumed by its own greed and ambition. Its inhabitants have been searching for a way to restore their land, and they believe the Heart to be the solution."