Hells Angel Chapters Novels & Stories

Fennel and Philip looked at each other before walking toward the manor’s entrance. Suddenly, ten burly men with tattoos all over their bodies rushed out of the manor. They were outrageously stout like gorillas! Fennel and Philip stopped at the same time. The former stared coldly at the ten burly men rushing out and said softly, “Be careful. These ten people are the Hellhounds of the Hall of Evil, the top ten killing machines under the Dark Angels. Their combat level should be between the third and fourth zones. Although it’s not particularly high, their bodies have undergone special transformations. Once their power is fully unleashed, they can reach the peak strength of the fourth zone!”

DANIEL “This place looks huge. Will there be a lot of people?” Angel’s voice wavered as she stared out the window at the high-rise building in Vegas. “But I’ll be there, just keep your eyes on me,” I watched her profile, the way fear painted itself across her features. She was trying so hard to be brave, my little Angel, but I could smell the terror on her. It made me want to fuck her again. Right here in the car. I wanted to remind her that fear was just another kind of arousal when it came from the right source.

His fist tightened so that I could see the threat of his well-built muscles coiling in his body. One second he was standing far away from me, the next he was gripping my wrists and chaining them in the shackles hanging from the ceiling. "It wouldn't have been fun had I done this while you were unconscious, you know?" Malice dripped from his voice. I was speechless with terror, barely managing to breathe. When he grabbed my chin roughly forcing me to look into those terrifying red eyes, I forgot to breathe. "Y….y…. You're a vampire?" I still didn't want to believe that the man I had come to like was a vampire.

What if the pheonix, that creature of blood and ash, of hope and destruction - was Sephora? As if in answer, the corpses that had once surrounded Sephora's body were instantly incinerated. And Ambrose realised with despair - that he could no longer see his mate's body within the pillar of flame. As it burned and burned, brighter and brighter, swirling like a tornado of holy-fire.

“I can see your point. Even if they believed in you. They’d just take the cases away from us because they would be noteworthy.” “Ah… Those types. We have our own issues. The Hell Hounds are an all-female enforcer team. It doesn’t sit well with some old guard. Our name comes from the idea of that. What would scare a hellhound straight? His mother. So, we took on that name.” Ian had to chuckle at that. “It’s a concept. So, you have issues with sexism?”

"But you, and Kali… But Kali is helpful, kinda, and you're a bitch." "I'm lazy and bitchy, she's just bitchy. Abby, let's go to Purgatory and scare some mortals." Kali took her sister's hand and ran off. Len looked to Nyxie. "You know they're sisters?" "Yeah, Heaven has an array of classes that cover many topics. Including government here in Hell. Heaven isn't as conceited as some think. Kali believed that people need to know about more than just where they live, learn about the realms we co-reside with."

Trembling with fear, the young person took a breath and said: “My mother told me that there are angels, but I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to hear… Now I'm being punished by God for my sins. Jesus sends you, Angel Azrael, Angel of Death Azrael, to punish me as a sinner… ”The rest of the senseless babbling was lost in the deep sobs of the madman and he clapped his hands over his face, crying. “Cristiano, please! Give us your coordinates. Reinforcements are on their way to you, ”the device tried again.

"Peachie Peachie, you are avoiding my question. Who are you meeting?" This girl is persistent huh. "No one. I just need to get some of my things in mini garden." She lied. Mourge giggled. "You think you can fool me?" Oh no... "You should be friends with my former group members you know." Is that her way of saying that she is not good at lying? Peach shrug. "It means one thing. I'm an angel." She even put her hands together like she was praying. "Oh yeah? And I'm the devil?" Mourge sarcastically replied.

she shrugged. “That’s what they say. I’ve never been to hell. I mean, I did once, to visit a fallen angel, ”added Cassy. "How many fallen angels went to hell?" "There's only one fallen angel in hell." “Lucifer…” I said immediately. “You want to go to hell? You will choose to go to hell… ” “Lucifer is my brother. We’re close, so hell’s not that bad.” "You are lying," I concluded. "Your hell means you are going to disappear."

“Whichever. Nothing good ever comes out of your mouth, anyway.” He laughed. “I love how you’re finally remembering who I am. You almost forgot for a while, but now we’re back on track.” He dragged a wooden table closer and sat across from me, our knees nearly touching. His next words angered me. “You’re getting too comfortable, Angel,” he murmured, voice deceptively soft. “And comfort? It’s a dangerous thing.” My stomach turned cold. "What are you saying?" His voice dipped lower. “Dontrell won’t always be around to catch you when you fall. And if I ever see you slipping, I'll be the one to place a nail in your path. So you fall. And die.”