Hoarding In Hell Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Lottie POV I stood amidst the swirling darkness of the demonic realm, the air thick with the stench of sulphur and despair. Before me loomed Astaroth, his eyes drifting over his land to a gothic cathedral, its red marble structure, a stark contrast against the blackened sky. Lightning crackled ominously, casting eerie shadows that danced across the barren landscape. This was Hell. My heart pounded in my chest as I realised Chase had followed me through the portal. Anger flared within me, mixing with a deep sense of concern for his safety. Why did he have to be so reckless?

“He became the mind of an underground organization formed to lure people who possesses the eye of the devil which could open the doors to hell.” Scott halted at the last sentence of the first page. For a brief moment, his mind seems to have crossed a different path, urging his hands to fan the pages towards the latter and what he discovered next froze him at one point when he confirmed his thoughts. “The man now stares at the book to where his life story has been written, failing to notice the creature looming above him…”

A huge rock pressed on my heart, suffocating me, I sat down helplessly leaning my head back, my eyes stung from the pain and sorrow, but I won’t cry, I shouldn’t, Theo would be looking for me, he will save me… I know he will. “I cannot stay like this… I need to use the washroom…” Just when I was crying silently in my misery I heard a weak growl and when I opened my eyes I saw one of the old men standing from his place yelling aggressively, his face up at the roof which meant he was acknowledging the kidnapper. “You mother**ker, open the damn door… I need to go back to my family… How many hours had gone… Tell us anything… Everything… Bastard… Open the damn door.”

She bent down to pick a sand under her feet, she throws it on the air and the bushes and trees give way to as the ground beneath the bushes opened up, staircase begin to form. "Let's go in." Lolly said going down the staircase. Dean followed before Tamara. The ground closed over their heads and they were covered in darkness. No need of light because they could see clearly. The stair leads them to a room, which was filled with lit candles in all corners, lighting up the room. In the room Dean saw a man who was sitting down and reading a book, everywhere in the room was filled with books. Looking at him, Dean knows the man in front of them was a Hellhound creature.

As the battle became even more intense, more cries echoed the earth as witness to this war. Death screamed around the place, blood spilled as everyone had murderous intent toward their foes. Meanwhile, In Orlock, Hilda was pacing around the hall when someone walked into the hall through the front door. "I am here" Came the voice of the unexpected. Turning to see who it was, Hilda grinned maniacally when setting her eyes on Amren "You finally responded to my multiple and countless calls" Amren cleared her throat "I didn't mean to escape from Orlock, I am here now, stop the wall"

Gold like scripture carved into bone. His jaw clenched. Then he roared. Sound slammed through the lower levels. It was like a cave-in. Dust shook loose from the ceiling. Chains above the pit trembled, ringing faintly as if the metal itself wanted to flee. The noise didn’t just travel; it commanded. It spread through Hell’s arteries, a shockwave of authority that made lesser flames bow their heads. Older wards whispered prayers they did not believe in. The mountain shuddered in answer. ⸸

High above the desecrated courtyard, a lone black crow watched the scene silently from its perch on the broken pillar, and deep within Nysera's ancient soul, something fundamental finally began to break. End of Chapter 6

I step down from the bed, walk to the door, throw it open and step into the hallway. The palace is eerily quiet, not a single sound echoes from the corridors. I quickly walk toward the grand hall but freeze midway when a monstrous growl tears through the air. A fog-like figure covered in a tattered, black cloak suddenly flies backward out of the grand hall’s door. My breath hitches as I stare at the faceless monster. Suddenly, it’s hollow, dark eyes lock onto mine. I stand rooted to the spot, paralyzed. But before it can make a move toward me, Helion appears out of thin air. He grabs the creature by its neck, lifting it entirely off its feet.

Chapter 56: Humiliation --- Helena's mind was awash with a foggy haze, her body no longer her own. The drug coursed through her veins, twisting her thoughts and desires into something unrecognizable. She barely registered the man, older and grizzled, standing before her. He was a stranger, yet in her drugged state, he was all that her body craved. Her vision blurred further as she stumbled forward, her hands reaching out instinctively. The man’s rough hands caught her, his grip firm as he pulled her close. Helena’s breath hitched, her senses overwhelmed by the foreign touch. A part of her mind screamed to stop, to resist, but the drug had stripped away her control, leaving only base desires

The pitch dark web is our prison to initiate the activities of explosive thoughts and nightmarish emotions into the earthly humans we detest. I rarely see the reflection of my charred face in the mirror; it's spooky and ruthless. At times, I crawl and crib to the magical flying beasts in the chambers, storing endless wrath. They're not long or amusing; they're power boosters rising from the fire like volcanic eruption. Sometimes, they jump on me out of nowhere and other times, they wait for me to finish the rounds before attacking at my feet. In the hell, I live another hell. It's not the aggressive dormitory of pets, it's a villa of seclusion and the forsaken story of tormenting Daniel.