Helltaker. Novels & Stories

I have been dreading this day for months now. Today is the day that my father receives his trial sentence from the shrewd and devilishly handsome judge, Damien Hale. His nickname was “The Demon,” and I would always hear my father and his fellow lawyer friends speak about “Judge Damien “The Demon” Hale” and how they all hated to go in front of the man because he was so intimidating and harsh. The women, on the other hand, would sneak into the hearings just to get a glimpse of the man, and gossip spread about his beauty, which I had never witnessed until today.

Hell? I was the actual one who had crawled out from hell. The victims' families blocking my way saw me try to leave, and the crowd grew restless. A large man charged at me, shouting, "Give me back my son!" While the families were indeed pitiful, it did not mean they had the right to hurt me. "Ah!" There was a hoarse scream, and a police officer had already stepped in, throwing the man to the ground with a shoulder throw, pinning him down.

His voice was a low, deep rumble in the morning air. "I am," I said, my voice just as flat. "The black one," he said, patting the neck of the beast on his left, "is a high-strung, ill-tempered, murderous bitch. Her name is Hela. She will try to kill you." I just stared at him. "The one on the right," he said, patting the other, "is a high-strung, ill-tempered, murderous bastard. His name is Fenrir. He will kill you."

Aaron immediately retreated by igniting, causing the rest of him to escape, and Cale rushed to him, shouting: 'Calm down, it's still too early for your revolt, you have promised the king to keep yourself in check and obey. So far, Jaden is trying hard not to harm Kayden in order to force him to hear what he has so that he can convince him to excuse the rest of his inevitable punishment, but when things started to get out of his control and Kaiden seemed very clear with his decision, he took out the gladiator inside him, a machine The killing that Hardin made of him attacked him with a severe blow that caused the sword to slip out of his grasp, and in the blink of an eye, his sword was at Kay

I yanked her by her hand and dragged her away with me. "What do you think, Mr. All Supreme?" she hissed, her tone sharp and cutting. Her smirk spread slowly, a dangerous glint lighting up her eyes. "Don’t forget who I am—I’m Reina, the killer. I could end you right here, right now, and not a soul would dare challenge me." She tilted her head slightly, her smirk widening as she stepped closer, her presence suffocating. "So stop acting like you own me," she said, her voice low and venomous. "Because I will never, ever be yours." "Yeah? But you're were begging me for more last night. Forgotten so soon?" I said backing her up at the wall.

There was a 4-wheel SUV parked next to it as well as a yellow Ferrari sportscar that--- Well, what the hell was that even doing out in the woods? And how did it get here in one piece?! “If I cared more, I’d probably give you a speech, but I don’t so listen up, because I’m only saying this once,” I said, as I stepped up next to Ashton, making a mental note to sell that piece of crap the second I got my hands on the papers for it. “I’m Alpha Dargan Hellson and I’m your new alpha. The man you see with me is my Beta, Ashton. You can call him Beta Ashton.”

Guiseppe Fanfarello: Caretaker at the Italian Villa Sophia Fanfarello: Housekeeper at the Italian Villa. Alicia Hunter: Ex-girlfriend of Gabriel. Katie: 4 yr old child. Smokey: CEO of Bear Security works for celebs, Ex-SEAL, an all-round good guy but only if you are on the right side of him. Andrea Spencer: Journalist for a lifestyle magazine

He shook his head as if to try to physically knock the unwelcome thoughts out of his brain. Gathering his emotions more tightly under control, he squared his shoulders and stood tall, pointing an accusing finger at the dark-haired witch. "You will not destroy me! I am Brandur of Clan Sköll, known as The Destroyer for a reason!" The woman sighed heavily, and he thought he saw her roll her eyes. "Freya help me," Astrid murmured, raising her hands in a supplicating gesture toward the skies. "Once again, Brandur of Clan Sköll, I am not here to harm you. You are far too important for that."

From the floor, I stare up at him, and the barrel of his gun as he points it at me, grinning at me with a mouth full of blood. "What the fuck are you doing in my house, Brixton?" "I told you I was gonna fucking kill your fucking ass for hurting my girl." "You're gonna kill me?" "Yeah, that's what I fucking said, isn't it?" "All over that slut over there?" He uses the gun to point to Harely, who's still in a ball on the couch, hiding behind the pillow, refusing to watch the events take place. Hearing him call her a slut over and over again awakens the devil inside of me, and much like earlier, right before I killed Trigger, I'm having trouble holding the devil back.

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.