Hellmouth Book Novels & Stories

It opened its ferocious eyes and opened its mouth as if it was roaring before death. By now, Samuel had fully understood why there was an unusually bad smell of salted fish here. It was the smell of serious decay. Samuel looked at the mercury man in disbelief. He did not understand what this meant. The mercury man smiled and looked back at Samuel. "This is...?" Samuel was confused. Wasn’t it a secret book? Why was it a child's body? Moreover, what did the mercury man mean by showing him the child's body? Where did this child come from in the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book?

The tugging sensation begins again, growing more and more intense as I continue to hold on, as the feeling intensifies I close my eyes and let it take me where it will. Splat! I make the mistake of gasping for breath and the taste of both mud and excrement fill my mouth. Spitting, I stand up noticing in the journey that I have dropped the pendant. Taking a look around, I wonder if this is where the heir has been hidden all this time. Reaching down I pick up the pendant and wipe it off on my cloak. I barely have time to do this before the sensation of tugging once more overwhelms me and the world blurs away. *************************************************************************************

He opened a small bottle. “Open her mouth.” I kept my lips tight shut. The man holding me squeezed my cheeks hard until my jaw hurt. The bottle touched my mouth. It smelled strange. “Swallow it,” the glowing man said calmly. “Or I kill you.” Kill. The word felt heavy. I stopped fighting for a second. If I didn’t swallow it, he would kill me. If I swallowed it… maybe I would die anyway. Maybe dying wouldn’t be so bad. Mommy and Daddy were dead.

This will end soon. He rummages through the net and pulls out a decaying skull, thrusting it inches from my face. I stifle a scream as I recognize Alec's lifeless face, worms writhing out of his hollow eye sockets. Silent tears stream down my cheeks as Alec's mouth twists into a grotesque smile, revealing rotten teeth and half-decomposed flesh hanging from his jaw.

“They were out too far…for a reason. “Rodin says. Slowly, Rodin lifts his fingertips from the puddle. The blood drips back into the pool. The blood is thick almost like sludge and smells like rotten meat when it's cooked. Rodin flings the blood on the teal grass which cleans the shine on his armor. Rodin stands and he starts to walk to the tent with the flag. Varick looks over the pile. On his side is a satchel, he reaches in this compartment to pull out a book. The book’s title: “Book of The Blight.” Carefully, he sets his wolf helm down on a clean spot among the forest. The plate head sparks with pink electricity, causing the headpiece to slightly hover along with the grassy blade tips. Va

Hearing the bones scrape against each other without any muscle or tissue to hold them in place, I cringe because it makes my teeth clench together. What a horrible sight and when the sick smell of blood permeates throughout the room, I can no longer take it. I snap and lunge at her while she has a piece of his arm in her mouth hole. I say mouth hole, because on closer inspection it isn't a true mouth. It's more like a gaping hole that has rows of sharp shark teeth.

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO HAZEL They growled fiercely, showing their long fangs, and my breath stopped, as my smile ran down. The middle one opened its mouth wide, ready to bite into my head, and I just pushed my hands forward, scratching it behind its ears vigorously. Like magic, it closed its mouth, and whined, enjoying it. With shock still on my face, I continued to scratch, and my tears ran down freely. Books had saved me.

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

she mumbled, intrigued. Nueva flicked to the last page, and a nightmarish creature covered in red fur with large canine fangs stared at her dead-on with its vile green orbs. She instinctively closed the book; her chest rose in short ragged breaths. Nueva quickly tied the string back around the cover and placed the book neatly back in the waiting slot.

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