Hellraiser Lyrics Novels & Stories

When Zachary said that last sentence, he purposely raised his voice. I could tell that he wanted me to hear it from within the tank. He really made me sick. The stinking water had already flooded the floor. Nina fought back her nausea as she walked over. The opening in the tank was just big enough for a person to slip inside. She barely poked her head in before she jerked back. With a pale face, she screamed, "Zac! S-Sarah's in there!"

Wild snarls and cries of agony echoed through the forest like volleys from some ancient ballista barrage as I turned their ranks to shredded offal. At last, only a handful of the most craven remained, fleeing in every direction with muzzles loosed in howls of purest, abject horror. I paused mid-motion for a fleeting instant, regal features cocked slightly as I scented the wind and the acrid reek of their debased terror. Then, without warning, I let the lambent promise of imminent demise blaze forth from my apocalyptic glare, zeroing in unerringly on Lyra. "You..." I half-growled, half-rasped in a timbre woven from disharmonic harmonics that saturated the atmosphere in ultraviolet dread. My r

I badly wanna see you go to ruins,“ He spattered to my face. Hara's painful cry cut us short and I couldn't put out being with her anymore. I had to kill this motherfucker and put an end to our misery. ”See you in hell, Roland!“ I slit his throat and his blood spilled in all directions. I sprinted into the room Hara was in and pulled her into my arms. She was wailing so badly and latching onto me like she needed me to breathe. “Oh, Ryder. I'm glad you came. I was so scared,”

she slapped my ass and turned off the light as she left the room. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to regulate my thoughts and silence the ‘what if’ voice growing in my head. Thankfully the beer in my system worked its magic, and I drifted off to Dreamworld.

Tears after tears were falling from my eyes and were disappearing in my hair lines while moving through my temple. I can feel my dry lips shut tightly, as my jaws are hurting because of my tightly shut mouth. I was afraid to move any single muscle thinking that he will come again. Just his words are ringing in my head again and again. They sold you without even thinking twice, to save themselves from their destruction.... You are my possession. But unlike any other possession, you are not my dignity..... "Ahhh....stop it. Just-just stop it." Finally I shouted and closed my ears with my palms.

Who's gonna rock you when the sun won't let you sleep? Who's waking up to drive you home when you're drunk and all alone? Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning? It ain't me, no, no It ain't me, no, no It ain't me, no, no. ❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️ VANESSA' POV❤️

The kind of sound that didn’t just carry through the clearing— It ripped through it. People flinched. Some looked away. Others started crying again. Because that sound— That was grief. Real. Unfiltered. And it was devastating. “He’s cold—” she choked, her voice breaking apart. “He’s—he’s cold—Kael—” Her hands moved frantically now, gripping his shoulders, shaking him slightly. “Wake up!” she cried. “Kael—wake up—this isn’t funny—stop—” Kira grabbed her arms. “Lyra—Lyra, stop—”

The color drains from her face, leaving her chalk-white. “Lyra?” My voice is sharp with alarm. I pull my hand back, cupping her face. “Lyra, look at me. Come back.” She doesn’t hear me. She’s not here. She’s trapped somewhere in her mind, reliving something unspeakable. Her trembling intensifies. A low, choked sound comes from her throat, a sound of pure, animal terror. “Lyra, please!” I shake her shoulders gently. Nothing. Her eyes are wide, unblinking. They stare straight through me. Then, I see it. A thin, dark red trickle starts from the corner of her left eye. Then the right. It’s not a tear. It’s too thick. Too dark.

"Are they not to your liking?" Hiss chest heaved, and the vessels in his eyes turned crimson. "Anything related to Yvonne Oliviera is taboo in this household! Even her name! She chose to leave! She can forget about coming back!" His emotions were boiling, so he flipped the table over in a fit of fury. The utensils and food hit the ground both with crisp clarity and sickening squelch. Sauces and liquids dripped from the flipped table, while Bianca stepped back in fear.

And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me" I can't help this awful energy God damn right, you should be scared of me Who is in control? I paced around for hours on empty I jumped at the slightest of sounds And I couldn't stand the person inside me I turned all the mirrors around - Control - Halsey I closed my eyes forcefully wishing that somehow everything would turn into just another strange nightmare, even fighting these different sensations caused by being in the arms of a monster.