Helluva Boss Vortex Novels & Stories

A ruthless voice came out of the gradually shrinking vortex. "You can boast again when you actually come down here." The man sounded detached, appearing contemptuous of the threat. He raised his hand again, and an explosion shook the air. A golden phantom dragon skyrocketed into the sky and charged into the vortex. Boom! The golden phantom dragon blew up. The rest could only hear the deafening explosion but not see it, for the vortex had completely vanished. The sky became sunny again but everyone could vividly hear a mournful scream just as the vortex disappeared.

He did so. Dami didn't only see himself as a boss he saw himself as a king.His love for white color made his house inner painting white colour. He also had a picture of a flying dragon with fire in it's mouth hung on the wall in the sitting room,the same exact tattoo he had on his chest. Dami was sure he heard a female's voice underneath the loudness of the music,he was so sure cause this wasn't some movie where he'd be hallucinating or daydreaming such a thing.

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.

Feel betrayed already? Either man or woman, your lover might let you down one day The bass in Velvet Room pulsed like a heartbeat made of neon and regret. Bodies moved against each other under violet light, drinks poured over glittering rims and the hum of scandal traveled faster than any song played by the DJ.

“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

I ask yet again. “Yes, you know my boss is thee Heath Theodore Duncan, the biggest playboy in the world, and you want me not be as cool as him.” He continues to say utter nonsense, of course I know who his boss is, with the connection I have as one of the best assistants in the country, I had my boss talk to his new boss to get him this job. Ugh, sometimes you should be careful to whom you use nepotism. “And you think because you are a mere assistant to the Heath Theodore Duncan, you deserve to have the same lifestyle as him?” I say almost biting my lips of with anger.

But look how far I got. I am a werewolf, the Luna of a Pack. And most importantly, my boss is a werewolf! THE END

Tendrils of light and shadow writhed around the vortex, clashing and intertwining as they fought for dominance. Callan raised a hand, their glowing eyes narrowing. “The force is here. It is feeding on the convergence, trying to consume it entirely.” Emma stepped forward, the key glowing brighter with every step. “Then we stop it.” The moment the key’s light touched the vortex, a deafening roar erupted, and the tendrils surged outward, lashing at the group. Jamie swung his skateboard, deflecting a tendril that came too close, while Vivienne darted forward, her dagger slicing through another.

She stops at the head of the table. “Good day gentleman. You can all stand up. The Boss will be entering now” she says and her voice sounds familiar but I just cannot place where I have heard it before. The Boss enters the room with a black cloak covering his face. He walks around the room and takes the seat at the head of the table, right below the vent where Lilliana and I are hiding. The Boss places his hands on the arm rests and I notice a ring on his left small- finger. Johnny has told me about these rings, he has one just like it. The rings are a symbol of your position and rank as a Mafia boss. This Boss has the same symbol on his ring that Johhny has. It carries the engraving of a fa

Slejj draped his arms in exhaustion, dissolving the shield, revealing the vurhan before them with half of its head missing. The blast left an indelible trace, and the dry and fragile scales that were burned up by the blast began to fall off its limbs one by one. The vurhan charged for another blast with a barbequed hand. Slejj leapt in front of the girls and Daito, throwing his hands in the air, conjuring up yet another distortion in their path. It spewed specks into the air, forming a massive barrier. Daito had a hard time opening his eyes. Blood clots beneath his eyelids made it painful, and his eyelids rolled up, snapping and dropping the dried blood to the ground. Uncontrollable dizzines