Hex Hall Series Novels & Stories

The building was still as cold as they remembered. The corridors were silent to death. Dim lights add to the chillness of the walls. A certain odour lingered in the dark holes in the walls. It was a castle. But it seemed like nobody lived in it. A faint hint of blood entered Max's nostrils and he held his breath. It burnt his inside.

Otis' POV: She dismissed me and I immediately dashed towards the direction of the kitchen to prepare Alpha Damien's lunch but I saw something that brought my feet to a sudden halt. A wall of paintings… paintings of about seven different men each possessing red eyes and the symbol of the crescent moon on the left side of their chest that seems to illuminate light. “Who could they be?” The last painting caught my attention and all I could see was a striking resemblance between him and the man from the training ground.

I looked up and admired the Hall. The summit was being held in the Hall of Accord. The Hall of Accord stood like a crown upon the brow of the city, a towering bastion of stone and ancient craftsmanship. Its sheer size dwarfed the surrounding buildings, each of its walls forged from colossal slabs of granite veined with silver and obsidian, shimmering faintly in the sun. Spires pierced the sky like the spears of titans, while vast banners emblazoned with the sigils of long-forgotten kings and enduring alliances fluttered high above the battlements. Massive archways, wide enough for a war host to pass through, marked the hall’s entrances, their keystones carved with runes older than the city

The security guard at the entrance recognized her immediately and let her through without question. Lila walked through the familiar lobby with her head held high and her heels clicking confidently against the floor. The staff threw her strange glances as she walked past. Some whispered behind their hands. Others offered polite but awkward smiles. Everyone knew what had happened at the anniversary gala. The public scandal had spread like wildfire through the company. Lila could feel their eyes on her — pity, curiosity, judgment. She ignored them all. When she reached the top floor, she pushed open the door to the executive suite without knocking.

He was parting the chaotic crowd like a violent, silent plow. "The resonance," Xander murmured, leaning back slightly so only I could hear the deep vibration of his voice. "Where is it pointing?" "Sector four. The information brokers," I whispered back, my eyes tracking the structural layout of the cavern. We stopped in front of a heavily warded iron booth. Sitting behind the rusted counter was an old, withered Hag—a practitioner of blood magic. Her eyes were milky white, but her fingers danced over a series of glowing, crystalline memory drives.

A broken holo‑sign crackled above me, throwing flickers of unreadable ads over the faces of half‑rendered undead drones, glitching in and out around the trash bins. Every tile was stolen from somewhere. Everyone wanted us dead. Behind us, where we’d just been, a section of castle floor tilted and dropped, its edge crumbling away into a yawning void that held flashes of every arena at once: rotating blades, ink rivers, spike pits, the red streets swallowing themselves. “Don’t look down,” Jax panted, landing light on a sliver of carnival board next to me. “It’s just existential horror. Nothing new.” “Eyes forward,” Selene snapped.

By the fourth day of Draevor Kaine’s continued residence, Halrem had come to one deeply unpleasant conclusion. Avoiding him was impossible. This realization offended her on multiple levels. Silverhall contained more than three hundred rooms, seven courtyards, four formal gardens, two libraries, one observatory, three state halls, and an entire western wing reserved for her private scholarly work. It was an architectural monument built specifically to allow an empress space from humanity. Yet somehow the northern emperor had developed an uncanny instinct for appearing in whichever location she occupied, often with the timing of an omen and the persistence of an unpaid debt.

Steven said as he remembered a now dead Thogg's blood which had already clotted on the living room floor. "Roger that boss" Cage stamped his fisted right palm on the left part of his chest. The remaining part of the gang bowed their heads as The Big Four walked out of the room. What just happened to Thogg was part of the X-habit game. Play by the rules or get punished in return. Commit a sin and get ready to pay a sacrifice. That was X-habit.

Creepy. As I approached the changing room, I could hear moans coming from inside. I opened the door. My eyes widened and I felt bile rising up in my throat. Darren was inside with his dick buried to the hilt in some girl. I stepped back as the disgusting smell of sex hit me like a ton of bricks. I stepped back to get away from them, I turned to run but came face to face with Sheila.

Lena led the way. Through moss-choked brush. Past volcanic stone split by time. Toward the center, where a tower rose like a broken tooth. It wasn’t a building. It was a hatch. Buried, rusted, still marked with the faint geometric logo of the Helix expansion years. Jessica bypassed the lock. Torin triggered the seal. They descended slowly, single file. The facility was colder than expected. Not from climate, but from abandonment. The kind of cold that comes when a place has not been witnessed.