Hellmouth Book Novels & Stories

He growls out the word over my folds, his warm breath fanning over them almost causes my heart to go into cardiac arrest though the second he tries to dive back in, I grip his hair and yank him back. The sight of his face… Lucille Hellfire has my slick all over his mouth, his eyes filled with a ravenous need to devour every inch of me until I could no longer speak, to keep me like this, in a perpetual state of horniness and madness. Unable to stop him from doing what he wants. I grip it tighter. His eyes close for a second, his mouth falling open slightly, and when he looks at me again, his eyes are filled with bliss as he whispers, “I wonder if you’d put up a fight when I’m making you cum.”

The band was formed from tiny diamonds arranged like intertwining flower branches, and at the center sat a smooth, luminous pearl that glowed softly in the sunlight. “Zoe,” he said quietly, “I know you’ve been hurt before, but I want to give you a future that feels safe. Will you marry me?” His voice was low and gentle, his eyes filled with sincerity and hope. I froze for a moment. Then, my vision blurred as tears welled up and spilled over. Nodding through my tears, I whispered, “I will.”

I followed my ruined corpse all the way to the mass grave. My limbs were twisted at unnatural angles, my body covered in crisscrossing bruises, my face drained of every drop of color—like a weed that had been stomped flat by a hundred boots. Soon, a pack of mangy stray dogs caught the scent of fresh meat. Their eyes glowed hungry and green in the darkness as they circled in. At first, they just tugged at the edges of my clothes. Then one bolder mutt sank its teeth into my calf and ripped off a chunk of flesh.

I was careful with my movements and I focused my eyes on the surroundings which now had many burning flames. It's hot and I feel like I'm going to burn at any moment. Is hell this hot? Who can answer? No one who went there came back to tell the story of their journey to hell. "Mommy!" I heard the call and cry of a child again so I headed in its direction. I passed several burning tents until I saw a girl whose face was now covered in charcoal. I quickly approached him and my chance with the boy was that he was only four years old. I quickly loaded him because he was just standing in the middle and was blue from crying.

The guy screamed out in pain, as blood started gushing out of his neck. ************************* "Noooooooooooo!!!!" Both Wise One and Herbert screamed out of their sleep, and start breathing heavily. "The Tyrant Hybrid has awoken!!" THE END Book two would be available starting from next month!

I commented, taking a seat on the only chair, breathing in the peace that surrounded me now. The first book on top of the pile had it’s name carved on the leather cover, painted with gold and designed with small gems that shines when the light hits them. At first, I found it hard to read the letter but the more I stare at them, the more I seem to get it. It reads, “The Helsings: Protector of the Kingdom of Doria…” I opened the book, and oh, it was empty. Empty. Like really empty! Confused, I began flipping the pages only to find nothing but an empty pages, a thick empty book.

Arion growled. I sighed, we had been sitting here for a long time. My head ached and I wanted to thank everyone for coming tonight. I could still hear the party going on downstairs. “There has to be some way we can prove who you are,” I said again as I rested my head in my hands. “Do you have the book?” Nikko asked looking around at everyone. “We have a lot of books,” Arrow snarled glaring at Nikko. He chuckled, “The book I’m talking about is the book of knowledge from the creation of your pack.”

The shelves are lined with clams, I guess these are their books. I grabbed one from the shelf and open it up, there are no pages inside. How am I supposed to read these? I look over and see one of the mermaids holding it up to his ear. I put the clam to my ear, suddenly I can hear the words of the book in my mind. This doesn’t sound like the book I needed so I put it back on the shelves and wander the rows of clams looking for something that catches my eye.

I’d have gladly walked into its yawning gullet at that moment. “It’s a very interesting book, Doon,” continued Maurice. “It’s the story of Muad’Dib, the mouse that hides from the sun and travels in the cool night.” “Sounds a bit boring,” said Flossie. “Do you think we could delay this week’s Book Club until we get out of this mess?” I requested in my most reasonable voice. Stay calm, wait for first light, and then make our way back to the lake, possibly to drown myself and get it all over with. “Just keep quiet and don’t make any sudden movements.”

No harm done. Olivia opened the book, but she didn’t understand it. Her hands shook while the book glowed with a ghoulish amethyst light. She dropped it and moved away when smoke spiraled from it. At the same time, Olivia heard an eerie cackle and saw the vision of a tall elegant woman dressed in a black gown. The little girl stared open-mouthed at the lady with crimson, lilac hair and yellow horns protruding from her head. Olivia’s body trembled.