Helluva Boss Blitz Novels & Stories

Would he be given the opportunity to prove that he had changed? The wind started swirling leaves around his head and lightning cracked across the sky, bringing Brand out of his reverie. It was beginning. He had taken a step forward, having seen both groups of his men coming towards him having finished their circuit, when he saw Ulfhild's face twist into a silent scream. A split second later, his very bones were jarred as electrical shots of pain rushed through every cell of his body. He heard shouting around him, as the thunder and lightning continued to pound and sizzle overhead. He heard a woman scream his name, then all was quiet save for his heartbeat thumping slowly in his ears. Was thi

After hearing what Blaze had to say, King Sandros looked shocked. “You’ve been to the Hell Tower’s ninth level? “You came back unscathed?” Blaze said, “What’s so difficult? The first nine levels of hell contained minions. I turned all of them into ashes with my invincible flame.” King Sandros pursed his lips. He did have first-hand experience with the power of Blaze’s flame. If Blaze did not have that kind of annoying flame, he would have killed him in no time.

“Whatever that is, it’s not part of the city grid anymore.” We ran back down the ramp. The sound of our footsteps mixed with the pounding rain. I tried not to look at the puddles, but I could feel the reflections shifting beside us, moving faster than we were. When we reached the lower level, the entire structure shook. A loud metallic creak echoed, followed by a deep rumbling. The floor vibrated under our feet. “Earthquake?” I shouted. Alexander shook his head. “No. Power surge.” From the street outside, the billboard flared bright again. Then it shattered. Shards of glass rained down like sparks, and the static voice returned, louder this time, echoing through the speakers all around the c

And the oldest, Giacomo, grey temples, Roman accent thick as supplì—his own countryman, inside for life since the Banda della Magliana days. They watched Vito the way wolves watch a new dog enter the pen. Giacomo flicked his cigarette away and walked over, slow, no hurry. “Vito Andolini,” he said, voice low. “They told me the Boss finally arrived. Thought you’d be taller.” Vito met his eyes. “They told you wrong. I’m not the boss of anything anymore.” Giacomo smiled without warmth. “In here, everyone’s something. Question is what you’re willing to pay to become it again.”

The morning light was beginning to seep through the blinds, but I had just returned from the club, my heels echoing softly against the polished floors of our safehouse. My heart was still racing, the adrenaline from the encounter with Atlas refusing to leave my system. Even with everyone masked at the club, even with the darkness and the anonymity, I had recognized him immediately. There was no mistaking the way he moved, the confidence in his posture, the subtle menace in his tone.

Now all I have to do was hide so no-one from back home finds me. But did I say that I left the hell behind? Because no, the new job I got comes with a Boss that’s the devil incarnate and he sure knew how to make my life hell. The problem with him was he doesn’t make me want to runaway and I don’t want to kill him as much as I want to look into those grey eyes and find all his secrets. To tell him how much of an arsehole he is and then… maybe… kiss him a little, forgetting the fact that he was as dangerous and as wild as wild panther. And I couldn’t help but be attracted to his untouchable beauty, knowing I’d be the one hurt and killed. _

When he got to where I was, he held out the tool for me to see clearly "Please." I continued struggling against the bindings desperately. When he reached out to grab my arm, I suddenly froze, closing my eyes and turning my face away. "You Thompsons have heartlessly killed so many of our kind. You killed even those who never killed a human for centuries. You've tortured us and hunted us like Prey." Venom dripped from his voice. The darkness in his eyes intensified as he trailed the knife over my skin teasingly. I couldn't stop trembling in utter terror.

He explained calmly. I sat there for a while letting his words soak in before a burst of confidence rushed through me. "Fuck you and your rules." I said in his face as I emphasized the word 'fuck' He clenched his jaw and his eyes flared with anger, but he took a deep breath before speaking. "You just got here so imma let this slide. But just know I don't do this often so do it again and I won't hesitate to slit your wrist." He said calmly as his hands rested on his temples.

She jumped back and I heard Clarice exclaim in pride before moving on to the next pair. Leah was limping, still recovering from the blow I'd laid on her weaker leg, slowing down her attempts to dodge my blows. I took advantage of this and started coming at her stronger and faster, laying low blows into her side, staying close to the ground. Leah's fists connected with my back and ribs as I wrapped my arms around her torso, ready to take her down. She planted her feet as I pushed, giving way with just enough time to send me barrelling head first into the mat, my eyes lifting to meet an amused Beta Gideon standing there, watching the whole scene.

cause maybe they were just meant to be. ———————HATEFUL BLISS BY ANDRA JONAS———————