Helltaker Judgement Novels & Stories

He slammed the bedroom door, the sound echoing like a death knell. Riley stared at the door, then at the photo on her phone. Whittaker’s first condition was her freedom. The second was... me. She sneered, mocking Blake’s desperation. He had sold his soul to a man who would never honor the deal. Whittaker didn't want to help the studio; he just wanted a revolving door of new models in his bed. But it didn't matter. She was going to win the Top 10 Award, sign with Creative Century, and then she would destroy the Judge with the evidence she held.

"So what if I'm a homewrecker? A little bit of whining gets me things you peasants couldn't afford even if you broke your back for a lifetime!" When a netizen asked if she wasn't afraid of drawing a police investigation by being so high-profile, she remained utterly unfazed. "How could you commoners possibly understand the world of the wealthy? In our world, nothing is impossible. If you want to uphold justice, go ahead and be my guest."

“For abuse of power and endangering the pack, Gerald has been stripped of his Alpha title. He will be executed here, before the whole pack.” Gerald remained quiet. “Kenneth,” Zeke went on, “deceived the pack, aided the kidnapping and the attack that brought harm to members of the New Haven pack. His hands and his legs shall be cut off. He will remain in the dungeon for life.” The crowd shivered at the judgment. “And Judith…” Zeke’s gaze turned to her. “Will remain in the dungeon for twenty years.” Judith screamed, thrashing against her chains. “No! No! Kill me instead! Don’t leave me there!”

“Sera… run.” She shook her head violently. “I’m not leaving you!” But his fire flickered weakly in his chest, intertwined with the Heir’s shadow. She could see it now, glowing faintly beneath his skin: gold veins tangled with black threads, choking him. Her tears burned hot. How could she fight both the Heir and this Judge? One wanted to consume Adrien, the other to erase him entirely. The Judge’s voice thundered again, cutting across the chaos. “The vessel is tainted. The fire cannot be salvaged. It must be destroyed.”

I gape at the Grim Reaper of my life through the hole circling Jacob’s temple. My world tilts, but his smirk remains firm like the one in my nightmares. Smoke billows from his gun, giving him a foggy, lethal edge. 7ft tall, orange prison wear, with an ugly scar slashing through his left eye. I blink twice, stumbling backwards. It CAN’T be. The Judge's gavel sentenced life imprisonment. His correctional unit is impregnable. Ghosts don’t come back to life. Mom and Amanda Freeze like moonstruck idiots.

“Show yourself.” “It is I,” came the measured response as he stepped into the circle of judgment. The elders’ expressions changed instantly, their impartial masks falling away to reveal raw curiosity. Their pretense was stripped off. “What evidence do you have that he is unfit to rule us, Healer?” The eldest leaned forward, eyes gleaming with anticipation. “He...” the healer faltered, his gaze meeting mine across the hall. I silently pleaded with him—my eyes begging what my pride would not allow my lips to form. If he spoke the truth, I knew precisely what fate awaited me. Execution.

That the world was crammed with so much more than she or any normal person understood. Rising from the bed, Dhara quietly moved away and found herself standing in front of the dressing table. She saw herself wearing an extra-large t-shirt as a nightdress and noticed her dark hair piled up on top of her head, making her look even messier than she felt inside. But that was not what she was trying to look at. What she was trying to see was what made her special. Zaydan said that she was the healer the packs around the world had been looking for. And if what he said was true—she couldn’t help but believe him now despite their differences—then was it possible that she was actually who he said she

“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the

"You all seem to be enjoying yourselves, but let me remind you not to forget the rules of the game. None of you has stated your sins for this round. Please hurry. One minute remaining." I quickly looked at the timer on the wall. With all the fighting earlier, we had completely forgotten about time. I opened my mouth to speak, but another thought hit me. If I revealed the full truth about my own crime, it could be used against me in the next round. Wasn't that exactly what happened to Dwayne? Suddenly, I understood the true nature of this game. It was called The Judgement Chamber, meaning they were judging us by our sins. If I wanted to survive, I couldn't reveal everything.

I grew up watching them help others, and I've spent my whole life doing the same. "Everyone at school says I'm kind and compassionate. Even Madison's family admitted that Madison and I were very close. I couldn't possibly be the killer. "What I don't understand is why you're so determined to come after me. Is it because my childhood was better than yours? Are you jealous and spiteful of me because of it?" The courtroom erupted. Even online, the backlash was immediate. "How is someone like this still allowed to be a judge? This whole thing is rigged!"