Helluva Boss Vortex Novels & Stories

The ropes digging into my wrists were brutal, but my feet were still free. Focus, Selene. The two henchmen loomed nearby, but they didn't seem to have weapons. Fonda—and the knife—were the real problem. I shut my eyes, forcing my breathing to slow. Think. I needed her distracted. "Fonda," I said softly, "you still have a future. Don't do something you can't take back." Wrong move. The knife pressed harder, a sharp sting drawing blood. "Did I say you could talk?" she hissed.

he mumbled after picking up the call. "Hello, Lord Vortex. How have you been?" Natalie's voice sounded over the phone. "Missing you," Vortex replied, releasing thick smoke from his lips. The lady before him wrapped her hand around his length, earning a groan from him. "I need your help," Natalie went straight to the point. "What about Kelvin?" Vortex frowned but groaned again when the lady began to move her lips on his length. His reached for her hair, and he held it tight.

The sky turns dark, and a dark vortex crash down on the earth, heading towards the battlefield—I can see how it sucks in even the demons who are dematerialized in seconds. “TURN BACK NOW!” Darren’s voice pulls me out from my thoughts, and I follow his order, but the vortex increases its speed. I look at those who are fighting so they can live as usual and the vortex of death. I freeze in place and charge my body with the power of the Red Moon, and when the vortex is near me, I create a barrier to extinguish it. —It’s strong and gives me a hard time, but after backing away with my arms, I drain the energy and blast it.

Elysia, staring into the vortex, whispered, "Is this...?" Before she could finish, a massive surge of energy from the vortex reached out, ensnaring Malachi and pulling him toward its center. The guardians rushed forward, their combined strength fighting against the pull of the vortex. Just as they were about to reach Malachi, he was swallowed whole, vanishing into the heart of the tempest. The vortex then abruptly contracted and solidified into a shimmering, opaque mirror. On its surface, faint, fractured images of Malachi appeared – moments of him that seemed both familiar and entirely alien, occurring simultaneously in a multitude of realities.

These flames coagulated into a massive vortex that dived from the sky like a tornado towards the blue dragon charging towards him. Beemo spun his large body in the opposite direction of the vortex, creating an air vortex of his own to protect himself. The two vortexes met, but there has no explosion, Beemo cut through Bloodthirst's vortex with ease. He broke through the flame vortex, but Bloodthirst had prepared a counterattack. He shot a concentrated flame beam at a shadow withing the vortex, but it passed right through. Beemo swung a Warhammer he found with full strength as he approached from behind. A flaming hand came out of Bloodthirst's back and collided with the hammer. The shock wave

running around the cage so fast they created a "Data-Vortex." Kael didn't use fire; he used Frequency. He howled a blue-note that matched the vibration of the violet lasers. "NOW, RHYS!" Zane roared, his arm dissolving into pixels as a Sweeper bit into his shoulder. Rhys struck the whistle. The puck didn't fly; it Resonated. It bypassed the lasers and slammed into the golden core. The Master-Override The core ignited. The golden light didn't just flare; it Exploded.

The sky over Aethel-Luna had changed from a scene of migration to a storm of deep anger. The Hollowed, the combined consciousness of the Swarm that had failed to capture a "Neo-Kin" vessel, had formed into a single, screaming force. It was a "Mind-Cyclone," a mile-high whirl of violet static and sharp data shards that turned the air into ozone and memory.

Her arms were wrapped tighter around her boss's shoulders. "I've been watching you all this time" "Really? May I ask why?” “Because of your lips. I really want to taste those pink lips. I want to suck them, then lick them.” Her breath hitched and her cheeks flushed. She didn’t expect her boss to whisper such filthy words in the middle of a ballroom full of classy, ​​upper-class people. Her skin prickled at the feel of her boss’s hot breath on her face. “People are watching us.”

One of the men said, crouching in front of me. "Who... are... you?" I said with difficulty, between breaths. I couldn't make out the man's features, but he seemed uncomfortable. He glanced over his shoulder and started rummaging in the bag. I shrank back, feeling something hit my back. The smell of gasoline was growing stronger, along with a faint scent of smoke. "Hurry up! The boss is waiting." "Who...?" I tried to speak, but I felt weaker and dizzier. The man began pulling out a syringe and an unlabeled glass vial from the bag. His hands trembled as he extended them, reaching for my arm and tearing the sleeve of my shirt.

After a while, the vortex reached a diameter of over a hundred meters and drew in spiritual energy like a flood. Andrius absorbed it maniacally without pausing or wasting it. Hiss—