Hoarding In Hell Novels & Stories

Hall could not only kill me in a horrible way, but if he reacted like that to his puppets, I couldn’t even imagine what he would do to my baby. A cold fear crept down my spine. Elijah walked away to report the situation; when he returned, he looked at me carefully. “Are you okay?” he asked, and I shook my head. “Hall is turning our lands into a living hell,” I said, horrified. “I knew he was evil, cruel, and a monster, but this… goes beyond horror. This is a madman who can poison us all with synthetic poppies and get away with it.” Elijah grew serious and looked at me intently.

the person who could show me heaven invited me with his open arms. "Come here or you will regret it for your life" the person who is showing me the hell, warned me. I looked between both of them getting confused whom should I choose? If I chose heaven then my family's life would be at stake and if I chose hell then I would become a walking dead body. I am stuck 'Between Hell and Heaven'

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”

Fennel and Philip looked at each other before walking toward the manor’s entrance. Suddenly, ten burly men with tattoos all over their bodies rushed out of the manor. They were outrageously stout like gorillas! Fennel and Philip stopped at the same time. The former stared coldly at the ten burly men rushing out and said softly, “Be careful. These ten people are the Hellhounds of the Hall of Evil, the top ten killing machines under the Dark Angels. Their combat level should be between the third and fourth zones. Although it’s not particularly high, their bodies have undergone special transformations. Once their power is fully unleashed, they can reach the peak strength of the fourth zone!”

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"

One vomited up green slime. After several minutes of rest, they rose and took away his sister as well as the crockpot. Then one came back for Jon and dragged him away as well. That called for another shot of whiskey. A victory one. There really was something off about his basement. It wasn’t just some weird childhood phobia. But what caused it? A communion spot the Devil had said in his hallucination. A place to meet with the realm infernal. That scared him enough to take another drink.

The table let out a clang, his body pressing against the hard metal as his eyes stare at the blood dripping organ clenched around the supposedly dead person's fingers. He took out his heart. Christian's heart. He wanted to scream, let out the fear and remove the stormy cloud gathering in his chest. But his oversized ego would not allow that, watching as his predator advances slowly, taking all his time like he had the world in his hand. All he had witnessed was enough to come to a conclusion. He had just voluntarily entered the other side of hell.

“This day had practically dragged. So much work that we still have to do. But we’ve managed to solve the system’s problems. Some strange malware just infected everything. But we are almost finished. Now I’m here, in my room, preparing for a boring meeting, and all I think about is you. Sweetie, you’re the only image in my head. I feel like I’m seeing you in this room, naked in my bed, making sweet love to me. I wish I was there, with you. I wish you were here, with me. Being away is driving me insane. I’ll be coming home soon and I swear to you that I’ll never be apart from you ever again.”

It looked unreal. She staggered back, her legs giving way as she sank onto the edge of the bed. Her fingers clenched the fabric like it might disappear if she didn’t hold on. Why was she here? Why wasn’t she dead or punished? And then the memory returned,sharp and vivid. As she was being dragged down the hallway against the marbled tiles and the eyes of the maids/guards standing by. Their eyes said something and everything she wanted to understand,why she was being taken out of the dungeon into the room of paradise.

If only I'd known back then. A scent lingered on the temple so thick it felt like being choked the further back he walked. Little by little the hallways grew darker and the offerings became sparse. Strange writing I'd only ever seen on the documents the fae called 'stupid wolf stuff' littered the marble walls. The walls very quickly went from being littered with writings and offerings to having parts carved out that were stuffed with various human bones. It's no wonder Ash Walker gained it's terrifying reputation. The entirety of the pack lands is like one giant graveyard for the unfortunate. I wondered briefly how many of these people were put here by my mate, but I had a feeling I didn't w