Hells Gate Novels & Stories

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"I am going to fucking kill you later, Hades, you fucking asshole!" Jinx was screaming as he tilted the helicopter to the side, trying to avoid a huge flying demon that wasn't interested in what it did to the invading toms on its way toward the gaping Hellgate. Jinx couldn’t spare even a glance to see if it got through. He was too busy focusing on what was in front of him.

Helium had answered a lot of my questions for me so I was not as in the dark as before. 2 more days of driving had passed. No more talking had happened. In view was a giant wall. At the end of the road a gate. It was not old fashioned, but instead like a metal gate. It rolled open and close as cars passed. There was a doorway for people coming though. There were 5 guards standing around the gate. The giant metal walls had lookout towers with people in them. There were guns in some of the lookout towers, while others had giant lights. It had been 7 long days since I had left the woods. I kind of had fun on the trip with Helium to talk to, but I was also glad it was over. It was time to enter

Unable to turn back, even with a blockage in front they could only crack their brain as they ran. Suddenly, the almost useless Ten spoke up. "Clear the way. Amma burst the fucking gate open." "Burst—" Sandra had a bad feeling about the idea. "The gate is just a stack of bamboo shoots and dangling rope. Nothing to march this muscles I gave worked do hard for." Ten snickered. Unable to stop him, Sandra key him do as he wants. Pursing his lips into a thin line, Ten increased his speed, tilting his body to the side, he rammed into the gate only to hear a loud snap.

He needs to back off and leave me the hell alone. I start Sally up again, turn on her air, and pull onto Cactus Road heading east to I-17 south. I then take Dunlap east to 7th Avenue, turn left and backtrack north to Hatcher. It’s the quickest route. Terry the Fairy’s office is off Hatcher on the side of a strip mall in Sunnyslope’s Wendell Police District. It’s how I know Terry. This is the district I worked. There are some decent areas in Sunnyslope, but it’s mostly known for its eclectic crazies. I say eclectic because where else can you find a large community of homeless individuals with animal companions. Not just dogs either. Mama Kane has a goat and Cucumber Bill has a desert tortoise

She found an abandoned art studio in the attic next door to the apartment belonging to Gregory’s parents. Yolanda approached the office door, and she could hear the others in the office. There were six Hell Hounds. Yolanda left three here to guard her. So, Catherine, Bridgette, and Jill should be with her. Yolanda still got a kick out of the name of their cohort. The concept behind the name was. If a hellhound was frightening. Then the only scarier than that hell hound was its mother. All Hell Hounds were female enforcers in a pack full of male enforcers. Human society didn’t have a stranglehold of misogynists. A few noses out of joint because they were female. She took a deep breath. Pasted

The Gates of Hell in Caspian's memory was a rusty steel gate, covered with shocking blood. Countless vengeful spirits turned into Monsoons from the depths of hell. They kept crying and howling, with the Gates of Hell as the center. In the gate of hell, the yellow-green light was the dividing line between the two worlds. But at this moment, the gate of hell that appeared in front of Caspian still had rust, but it gave people the feeling of being abandoned. The originally glaring scarlet blood on it had now become dark and mottled, giving people an incomparably strong visual impact.

He gave me the torch; a wooden stave with one end wrapped in torn materials that is soaked into a flammable substance to trigger fire. It lights our way out of the Dungeons as we pass the six iron grilles before going through the tunnel, and the small hole on the Smithy ground. Hearing people's voices and actually seeing someone aside Katelyn renders an airy sensation to my skin. I narrow my eyes to shield it from daylight while I carefully place the torch near the old Blacksmith’s coven while he smiles at me, showing me his set of brown, chipped teeth before turning away at Lord Owen’s glare.

We were crammed into a small, dimly lit hotel room in the heart of Arizona, the hum of the air conditioning barely drowning out the buzzing tension in the air. It had been a long day of recon and planning, and now we were finalizing what was to be the most critical mission of our lives. The Hellgate at Good Rock Mine needed to be shut down for good, or else the Neurovores would have their way. We couldn’t afford to let this portal stay open any longer than it already had.