Hellmouth Book Novels & Stories

"I wonder if you still want to follow your hearts or change the course of your destiny." The skull general smiled. At that moment, the skull general suddenly furrowed his brow, and the strange book that had been stored away for a long time suddenly came out on its own and glowed.

I look at Hella with all the hate I can reproduce, ''Why are you doing this? Hella smiles at me cruelly, ''Let me tell you a story. There once was a witch queen who deceived the King of Hell and banished him. The daughter of the King of Hell took revenge for her father and wiped out the entire witch race. The King of the Sky Realm got captured and was made a slave, the King of the Sea Realm stood by idle. On her dying breath, the witch queen cursed the King of the Sea and spoke a prophecy. "One will come who was long lost, with powers of the elements she will be stronger than nature itself. One to bring both darkness and light. One with the power to bring peace to the Realms once and for all

Grim muttered. Emily scoffed and curled her arms over her chest. She chose to not open her mouth again. Grim was a man hard to talk things out. “Drink my blood and your father will live again.” He disappeared out of her sight and reappeared in front of her. Grim elevated his hand to his face and bit down on his wrist. Blood trickled out of his skin and he brought his arm low then let it near her face. Convinced, Emily grasped on his forearm and sucked the blood out of his wrist. She sucked every blood she can consume and slowly, her vision dimmed. Her heart raced and pounded hard against her chest and her body fell limp on the ground.

It was as if the book had formed a face that had no eyes or mouth but dents of them in a sculpture-like figure that indicated they were there. The face smiled at me and the book closed itself. The face popped on the cover of the book and looked at me. The book then floated in the air and eyed from head to toe with a stinky look. "'Who dares open the Gem of Alizon?!"' The words were loud and echoic, pretty dramatic. But I wasn't impressed. "Elliot Vile, the devil of the twentieth century," I answered, getting an immediate reply. "'What does the Devil seek in his Gem?"'

My face, as straight as my spine. Uncle Niall placed the book back; his fingers ran across several books before clinging onto a red one—one that stood amidst the black books like it was lost—pulling it out. His eyes fixed on the dull white pages of the book. “Unfamiliar or threatening?” The flutters of the paper punctuated the lingering tension in the office. “What’s unfamiliar about my face?” He flashed a hideous, malicious, and demonic smile.

He signaled me to open my mouth with his eyes and my jaw dropped on its own. This isn't fair, my body parts are ditching me! They are following his orders. I collected enough energy to fight against the gravity and lift my jaw to close my parted lips but before I could close my mouth he attacked it like a hungry lion pulling me towards his chest. The ice cream cup jumped out of my hand and fall on my thigh. The ice-cream smeared over my burning skin. But my mind was too busy to give heed to any other thing than the work of his inexperienced but skillful tongue.

Forcing her to witness the killing of all her friends in this heinous and savage way, drowning in a wave of guilt every time the siren enters them and chooses one of them, so she is forced to listen to their cries and wails until they finish them once and for all, and the shame with which this demon drive will defile her. She opened her eyes, staring at the depth of his empty eyes that were attracting her to their decision without any effort, losing herself in their darkness. She felt her mouth float with a viscous, disgusting liquid that tasted like gall running down her throat, which was stubbornly resisting not swallowing, urging her to vomit, and only then did she regain consciousness an

Saliva already filled her mouth, and she engulfed him voraciously, sucking deep, throat contracting. “Fuck, suck that whole cock, you hungry slut,” he growled, forcing it deep into her throat, gripping her blonde hair and fucking her mouth like a pussy. Saliva spilled from the corners of her lips, dripping onto the ground, mixing with the filth. Carla gagged but sucked harder, hands massaging his heavy balls, imagining the hot cum to come. “Delicious, fuck, it’s filling my mouth,” she thought, feeling her clit pulse. He fucked her mouth with brutal thrusts, groaning obscenities.

Hello Lovely People! Don't forget to rate my book with 5 stars, share the book with your friends and your voice in the comment section. Also read my other book, 'Wounded and Bounded'. Now dig in for the fun. *** "Hello, Dr.Amelia." He spoke with a voice so artificially silky. My name felt too bad coming off from his tongue. "Seems like The Beasts aren't yet satisfied with the never ending mess they have created, hmm?" I asked with anger fuming inside me.

“Otherwise, only the elders could have read it.” Ava and I leaned in. The title on the top page read: THE DESCENT OF ALURA: THE WITCH OF THE THOUSAND MOUTHS. I swallowed hard, even on paper, the description sent shivers down my spine. Ava traced the title with her fingertips. “Thousand mouths?” Bonnie nodded grimly, “She lures, seduces, manipulates. Makes others do her dirty work, brings her victims without lifting a finger.” I glanced down at the page, there was a detailed sketch of Alura: a woman with long, tangled black hair, sharp nails and a smoke that looked more like a wound than a mouth.