Helluva Boss Vortex Novels & Stories

on the altar." He commanded. Helen quickly did as boss instructed her. She was happy that at least his method was working. Everyone kept quiet and watched Boss so his thing. "Bring her previous possession Helen, place it beside the altar. Only Sarah, Ryan and Helen stand beside the altar, the rest should step aside." Helen brought her best friend's wedding ring and the dress she wore when she was in labour and placed it beside the altar. She pulled the twins and stood beside the altar while boss chanted some words on some water and sprinkled it on them, purifying them before they see the supernatural one. "Incendia!" Boss yelled and more fire came up and devoured the sacrifice. Heavy wind b

The first vortex slowly lit up to turn yellow, and everyone widened their eyes at the same time. Someone said quietly, "It's here. He seemed to have quite a lot of power. He should be able to light up three vortexes." The man had used up all his energy to get the best results. He had summoned up all the true energy in his body, and his veins were popping. His expression, which had been quite friendly at the start, slowly turned ferocious as he shouted while he frantically attacked. Every attack would be converted into pure energy the moment they touched the energy vortexes, and get absorbed. The first vortex slowly turned bright yellow. After a few more moments, the second vortex had a shade

The Void-Iron groaned. At the surface the vortex began to pull. It was not just energy; it was a vacuum. The mud was being sucked into the hole. "It's too much!" Jasmine yelled, grabbing Leo and pinning him to the ground as the wind reached hurricane force. "The disk is going to shatter!"

My fingers hovered over the keyboard. I couldn't type his name. Couldn't make it real. Couldn't face the implications of what I was about to say. My boss, I finally wrote. Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again. My core clenched. I was wet—soaking wet—just from the memory of Alexander's fingers on my wrist. From the weight of his gaze. From the implications of what his recognition meant. And how did that make you feel, Velvet? When he touched your wrist? When he said it suits you?

Ren didn't waste his sniper ammunition, providing cover fire with his spectral pistol. They reached the central chamber. It was a circular arena surrounded by a moat of bubbling digital lava. In the center, chained to a massive anvil, stood the Boss. BOSS DETECTED: THE FORGE MASTER. LEVEL: 45 (ELITE). HP: 25,000 / 25,000. It was a towering monstrosity of black iron and glowing brass, fifteen feet tall. Its right arm was a massive pneumatic press, and its left was a rotary saw blade that sparked against the floor. Its chest cavity burned with a white-hot digital furnace.

Not now, not ever. ***

* HP bars plummet across the HUD—millions dropping to zero, the numbers flashing red and satisfying. The lead Devourer—a continent-sized maw ringed with devoured galaxies—turns toward me. Eyes of pure nothing, cold pulling at my soul. *Boss Phase 1: Engaged – HP: 10,000,000,000* I meet it. **Sanguine Eclipse**—blood ocean in vacuum, freezing into razor crystals that glitter like deadly stars, the cold biting my skin even through armor. *Ultimate Chain Bonus: +1000% Damage vs. Boss.*

She slapped her hands onto the ground, unleashing her reality-anchoring chaos. High above, the flawless white vortex of the Administrator suddenly violently stuttered. Billions of holographic, neon-pink pop-ups materialized in the atmosphere. YOU'VE WON A FREE CRUISE! MEET SINGLES IN YOUR GALAXY! ENLARGE YOUR PLANET TODAY! The absolute, flawless logic of the Weaver system hit a catastrophic bottleneck trying to process the sheer volume of weaponized absurdity. The Earth’s terrifying acceleration toward the sun momentarily stalled. Jack didn't waste a microsecond. He channeled the full might of his Apex Origin power, his legs exploding with force as he leaped directly into the glitching, spam