Helluva Boss Vortex Novels & Stories

Maintaining the vortex was straining his body and he was screaming, his nerves strained as tight as a cord to keep the vortex open. A few creatures were pulled inside the vortex and just a handful remained. ‘Just a few more minutes…just a few more minutes…’ This was the mantra Calhoun kept chanting in his head. The efforts were beginning to take a toll on his body and he was starting to see white little stars in front of his eyes. Not being to keep it under control anymore, his hands touched the ground limply and the vortex disappeared abruptly. All the suction force driving them inside it, was thrown out of the sphere in a large explosion sending all of them hurtling away in the air.

In their heat, they left the stall hastily, just managing to walk normally into the waiting car. Gornat drove them back to The Boss' apartment. Inside the limousine within that 30 minutes' drive, The Boss had entered Rhonda with his fingers six different ways, pumping in and out until she almost passed out. Her breasts were mauled in such a way it had red marks all around. Even when he was sorry and tried to soothe them with gentle kisses, the nipples wouldn't back down, they stayed hard and defiant.

Did they think she didn't know what they were doing? Nick picked up the vibrator it looked like a modern work of art, a smooth curved pebble shape, cold metal and warm pastel silicone. Nothing like the convoluted plastic rabbits sold in many high street sex shops, some of them looked more like instruments of torture than instruments of pleasure not to mention that they were all such disgusting colours. Nick switched it on as it emitted a low soft hum. He ran the more pointed end of the pebble down her thigh making her jolt in surprise, giving her a few seconds to get used to the idea he then ran it along the creases of her leg and body. Millie shivered and shuddered as he got nearer to his g

“Clara, please… I didn’t want you to see this. Not yet.” A terrifying snarl tore from his throat as the shift accelerated. His suit jacket ripped at the seams. His face started elongating into something wolf-like, powerful and wild. Those amber eyes locked onto mine, filled with pain and desperation. Terror flooded through me. This was real. He was the monster Victor had warned me about. The one I was supposed to expose. My legs gave out and I backed into the couch, knocking over a lamp with a crash. “Ryder… no…” My voice cracked. The room started spinning. Black spots danced in my vision.

A localized hurricane of pure gravitational force erupted from the boy. The shadow of Darius shrieked, clawing frantically at the rocky ground, trying to anchor itself. "No!" Darius screamed, his form stretching and distorting as he was pulled toward the child. "I am a god! You are nothing but a vessel!" "I am hungry," Valen replied simply. The vortex intensified. The massive cloud of necrotic smoke, the collective souls of a thousand corrupted warlords, and the corrupted essence of the High Councilor were violently ripped from the air.

Despite the exhaustion, I didn't mind being there: there was a quiet, a small peace, and no one ordering me around. After that conversation with Axel, I needed a moment to myself. I realized I'd been hired by a control freak—a boss who saw all his employees as extensions of himself. My job was to obey him, not to erase my own life just to please him. I felt everything slipping out of my hands as Axel gained more control and power over me. At some point, the door opened and Lucy stepped in, her smile full of concern. "Come on, let's go have lunch." "I can't leave. I need to finish."

With no target, the Vortex slammed right into a few rogues engaged in a fight with a wolf, and they were all gone. Not even a wisp of blood, not even a drop, no scream, just gone, disappeared. Another vortex opened and spat out the bodies, they were crushed, intestines and organs spilled and mashed, weirdly enough there was no drop of blood. Like it had somehow separated the blood and body parts. Cold air washed over Ava and Aella at the fate they had barely managed to escape, “Fuck, what was that.” “A skill the watch can only use once. Good thing she already wasted it.” Aragon said gravely.

In the same breath, he flicked a lighter and dropped it. Flames erupted, a wall of fire separating him from his pursuers. Their curses rang out, their faces lit by the orange blaze as Kroos scrambled up the ladder, his lungs burning from smoke. By the time he reached the rooftops, his hands bleeding from rusted metal, he knew one thing for certain: The Boss wouldn’t stop. And neither could he. Back at the safehouse, The Boss was furious when he heard of the failed capture. He slammed his fist against the table, shattering the whiskey glass into shards.

They pressed on, their pace quickening as the storm's intensity grew. They came to the edge of a cliff that neglected the valley underneath, and what they saw made their blood run cold. Within the center of the valley, a gigantic vortex had shaped, spiraling upward into the sky like a dark tornado. At its heart was a gleaming question, throbbing with an unnatural light, Clara, standing at the vortex's center, her arms outstretched as she channeled the power of the storm. "She's trying to control it," Selene said, her voice filled with a mix of awe and horror.

“How the hell can I? They’re all inside the hospital! You think there’s a Dora-the-Explorer medic out here!?” Meanwhile, Virgo continued his broadcast with zero awareness of the chaos beside him. “Look at this face, people! Handsome, right? Camera bro, stop shaking! You’ll turn off my fans! Now, as you can see behind me, there’s a machine gun nest where Boss Grey’s stationed. Pan the camera up! There, on the rooftop, that’s Boss Phoenix! He’s breathing fire with his baby sniper!” Then his eyes widened.