Helltaker. Novels & Stories

I roared, observing his hasty retreat, his movements a blur of desperation. That was the fourth warrior that I put down today. I hate to admit it, but whatever that healer did to me was f*cking amazing! My shoulder was injured in battle, and some feral rogue bit half of it off. It took me years to heal, and even then, it was only partially healed. I had some mobility and even less strength. Ordering the Healer to prove herself turned out to be a miracle gift. I returned home that day and went straight to the gym. I was utterly dumbfounded when I could lift three times the weight I could before. I felt better than I ever have. She has no idea what she has done for me. This will make my plans

I'm but a pawn in the game of whose dick is bigger and deadlier. Diego thinks he's God and no one's ever told him differently. Hell, even those around him must believe it. Diego kills on a whim and if one of his men stands in the way, he brutally takes them out. No one fucks with Diego Fernandez or anything that belongs to him. I almost feel sorry for my captor. Almost.

I saw Alarick once having the power to command the guards on the cell, maybe he is the head of the dungeon and he is entrusted to squeeze pieces of information from me. Alarick and Convel looked at each other, puzzled. “See? Even the both of you don’t have any idea what your leader or so-called Alpha is thinking,” I said, proving my point. Both of them remained silent, I looked at Alarick who is now looking at me with a disbelief expression. “I told you, you should be more strict or scary to humans.” I looked at Convel when he said that and then tried to process everything – “Who are you?” I asked Alarick. “Alarick Blakely, the Alpha of this pack.”

"Go on will you?" "As I was saying." This time Ten directed all his attention to Luna and Wei who seemed to be the only ones interested. "The name of the game is 'KILL THE SHITTY KILLER MONSTERS.'" "Definitely a shitty game." Emma quipped. "And I agree." Sandra nodded along In confirmation." Ignoring the both of them Ten continued. "The game is pretty simple. Like the name is implies. It's just killing those guys over there who can't come across from over here."

Playing with Adam is tantamount to his own life. Killed him? Yes, of course. But not with Adam's own hands. Adam prefers to play with charlatans. He would make a disgruntled person suffer and want to end their own life. Very fun, right? Just try playing with Adam, so you know how it feels. It sure tastes great. TBC.

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

"And the one with the book is Chuck of the Leafil clan, also known as the Death Scholar! Both of them are close friends, and powerful Haki cultivators at that!" Haki cultivator? Caleb paused at the term, looking curious as he asked, "Haki cultivator? What's that?" He knew about sword cultivators, martial cultivators, spear cultivators, and even physique cultivators… but not psionic cultivators. "One word to dictate the laws of the world; one sentence to destroy legions of demons! That's who they are!"

"So many times, we tried to prove we could be civilized, that we aren't monsters, but again and again you Thompsons have come and destroyed what we work for, poking us until we break." "I can be a monster." He bared his fangs threateningly, moving close to my neck until I could feel his breath inches away. His voice dropped to a whisper, " Now that I've finally found one Thompson, I can destroy all of you. I could take your body as mine to drain and pick apart to pieces. Or perhaps…" His lips curled into a sly smile, "....mine to fuck until you're nothing more than broken leftovers." He moved away, eyeing my body darkly from my toes to my terrified face.

Luther, I'm telling you, if she doesn't want a baby, then Wren will—" Her words were cut off when she met Luther's dark, hateful gaze. "Do… you hate me?" Jane stammered. "Shouldn't I?" Luther replied in a chilling tone. He hated Jane, and he hated Wren, but he hated himself most of all. Jane's eyes turned bloodshot with disbelief. "You have no right to hate me! I'm the one who gave birth to you and raised you. And Wren? You were the one who agreed to her having your baby! "If you want to harm her child, fine. Just don't call me your mother anymore!"

she asked, feeling the sweat break across her forehead, a sharp shiver crawling down her back. Just as she expected, she felt someone draw closer to where she stood; her back almost being scraped against something. The temperature of the room oddly dropped to several degrees at once. Dhara swallowed, shutting her eyes tightly as she felt something hover over her shoulder. “Your worst nightmare, little healer!” he chuckled, whispering the ominous words into her ear.