Hexed Novels & Stories

Puzzled at who dropped it, she picked it and looked both ways to see if someone was watching then stepped inside. She got a proper look at the envelope and her heart skipped a beat. it was Harvard and it was unmistakable this was the reply for the new application she did. She was nervous, this letter can contain either good or bad news. She calmed herself and opened the letter. " Dear Elena, your application to studying arts at Harvard University has been accepted" the letter read. Elena screamed in Joy, finally, she got accepted into one of the most prestigious schools in the world. Her birthday started well

As he saw the inscription. It can't be! This is impossible, Lex mused as he mouthed the words made out of human blood: HAIL HADES. HAIL THE BRINGER OF LIGHT. HAIL THE THREE-HEADED DOG. Lex could hear screams in his head. ••• Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The locket in Lex's mind went. Swaying in the darkness that was his thoughts. Trying to make the swaying pendulum come to a stop.

She rummaged through boxes filled with forgotten memories, her heart racing with anticipation. Her fingers brushed against a worn leather journal, its edges frayed and its cover adorned with a beautiful emblem—a symbol she recognized from the stories Aunt Cleo had told her about the coven. As she opened it, the musty scent enveloped her, and the words seemed to whisper secrets of a time long past.

Linux put down the picture carefully and went back into work. Hex had stayed on that exploded plane, and after the plane exploded, the wreckage crashed into a deserted forest in the mountains. In theory, it was impossible for Hex to have survived the crash. But Linux was still uneasy. He knew how cunning and cruel Hex was, and that was why he had to predict the worst outcome of everything. Only when he killed Hex with his bare hands and dismembered him into pieces would he then believe that the latter was really dead. If he didn't see the corpse, he would never believe that Hex was actually dead!

It took them days to find out what it meant, Seek the darkness, and you shall be granted power. That was what was caved on the stone. There were still a little bit not contented at that time, they wanted the darkness but how would they get the power? They kept searching on and on for more clues, till they found a secret door that lead to another dark place, they walked into it using torches but they stopped working because of the high tension that was all around the place, their body also shivered from the immense energy they were feeling, despite that they didn't give up and kept walking inside the pitch black path, the walked few kilometers before the reach a spaced room, it has more scary

The snow fell lightly outside the windows of the war chamber, coating the black stone balcony in a fine shimmer of frost. The fire crackled behind Valerian as he stood with one hand resting on the edge of the long stone table, a scroll half-unfurled in front of him. The emblem of the Morello pack marked the parchment in dark crimson ink, bold and unapologetic. Alexandro had agreed to the neutral meeting, but the contents of the letter didn’t sit right with him.

"Like me?" "Yeah, as a friend you know, partner in crime" Ooh boy. Robert ruined it. She switched back to her earlier grumpy mood. In fact this time she broke into a hymn. That hymn girls do when they are mad that only themselves know what it is about. The problem is they started holding some very weird stuff, a harmer, boil some hot water and arrange knives. You can’t help but be scared because some have watched final destination one to five and why women kill.

" We have, strong electrolytes and weak electrolytes, " Mr Garret voice faded away. Ace's thoughts invaded his mind in the middle of the class, he looked out of the windows, he's always looking out of the window. Mr Garret got tired of scolding him to pay attention to the lessons, he would always ask him suddenly but Ace already knows what they are talking about, he's smarter than most of the students in his class. Ace always does that in winter, staring out the window and wait for spring, he hates winter and hates the end of the year.

Then his eyes narrowed. For the first time all night, actual interest. “What is it?” the vampire asked carefully. Alexander said nothing. Luna moved slightly for a better angle. On the screen was a symbol. A black serpent wrapped around a silver dagger. Her blood ran cold. No fucking way. That insignia— She knew it. HexaTech classified division. Ghost Sector. An operation that had supposedly been destroyed seven years ago. An operation Luna herself helped bury. Alexander’s voice became deathly calm. “Where did you get this?”

His love for the different parts of women was greater than mine. "Hadexe is a very powerful substance that takes out a certain part of the memory. You say what you want and it gets injected into a werewolves system." He shifted his eyes from mother whose mouth just slacked, and fixed it on me. "That lifeless doctor heaped over there, and a witch circle, who are now doctors, worked on it together. And many other cool things that's far from the werewolves' imagination." The pride with which he said it, spoke a lot of the grave evil Wolland was capable of raining down on Holy Bond pack that was closer to him than the others. I just watched him act nonchalantly as he always does.