Hxh Worlds Novels & Stories

“Just like that, take it all.” Felix hummed around him, the vibration making Christopher’s hips jerk forward. Then Felix pulled off with a wet pop, turned to me, and didn’t even pause before swallowing me down, throat working, cheeks hollowing. I groaned, head tipping back for a second before I looked down again, watching his lips stretch around me, spit already shining on his chin. “Goddamn,” I breathed. “You love this, don’t you? Two cocks and you’re already drooling for more.”

I am Xerra, a superbeing from a remote galaxy far away from the Milky Way called Ciriculus. I live in this fourth-dimensional world called Aryan wherein everything is possible. Well… almost everything… I scanned the familiar domain I was in. I was surrounded by the green and blue giant trees that seemed to reach the still dark sky. I had always loved the relaxing smell of the leaves in the Aiglean Forest and the gentle touch of fresh mountain dews before the sun rises.

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I am certain that the shock I felt was written on my face, even as a horse. Hades! The first car, which I conclude is Rio’s, is the biggest car I’ve seen in my life! And Haera’s, who is a lot smaller than his, is still big enough compared to those we are using at Audravaria. Aside from that, these cars look so odd. I already learned about these on the book I was reading about Earth—I’ve quite read a lot about this world, after all—but it’s still strange to see their actual look.

“What do you mean, they’re falling?” “They’re just… dropping out of the sky.” As if to prove my point, another bird struck the roof of a taxi before tumbling onto the road. Its driver slammed on the brakes, causing the cars behind him to erupt into a chorus of angry horns. Cyclists abandoned their bikes, people ran for cover, and somewhere below, a child began to cry. “Are you sure?” Emma asked, her voice tighter now. “I’m looking at them.” More sirens joined the ones already echoing through the city, each one seeming closer than the last. The runner I’d seen earlier was nowhere in sight, swallowed by the growing crowd as people pointed upward, trying to understand what they were witnessing.

I heard a fimiliar voice say and I looked up to see Hunter. "Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked flashing him a friendly smile. "I have a friend that works over here, Matt S-" "I know him, great photographer," "So what are you doing here?" He asked "Well, I-" "Mr Bryan," Xavier greeted out of no where cutting him off, his hand wrapping around my waist possessively, Hunter's eyes following the action. "Mr Persons, how are you today?" Hunter asked standing straight, building confidence and dominance. Men and their pride and egos.

His sincere gratitude strangely felt like a warm palm caressing my heart. “Well, just imagine I’m a gumiho.” Vernon was caught in curiosity, the frown passed his thick brows as he swiftly turned his head at me. “Gumiho? The nine-tailed fox?” "Yes." "So, now we're talking about your kdramas, huh?" "Shut up. Seriously, in popular culture, gumihos are..” I paused, recalling the accuracy of my story. “They’re not exactly grateful but they are principled. They always return the favor given to them.”

The instant my fingers brushed the metal, the world around me wavered. The walls shimmered like heat haze, colors flickering and distorting. A low humming filled the air, growing louder with every breath I took. My vision blurred, and for a heartbeat, I saw something beyond the house, a dark void stretching endlessly, dotted with fragments of memories and voices I couldn’t quite make out. “Noah!” Adrian’s voice snapped through the chaos like a whip. I spun around, my chest heaving, and found him standing at the end of the hall. His eyes were wide, his face pale, and for the first time since I’d arrived in this world, he looked truly afraid.

Outside the window, the collapse of the world intensified. Skyscrapers fell one after another. The ground split open with massive cracks, where rivers of molten lava gushed out, staining half the sky a burning red. The wind howled violently. Rain poured down in sheets. Hailstones crashed against everything in sight. The entire world was shaking and falling apart. The cries of people grew fainter and fainter until they eventually disappeared completely. Those who had slandered me, those who had hurt me, and those who had once mocked me had all turned to dust in this disaster.

Then, the arena exploded into a deafening, thunderous roar of pure jubilation that literally shook the concrete foundation of the building. The scoreboard flashed brightly: Hawks 4 - Russians 3. Julian Vane had just scored the winning goal at the very last second of the semi finals, but that wasn't all. As the sports commentators began screaming frantically into their microphones, the giant overhead screens flashed a historic announcement in bold gold letters: NEW WORLD RECORD: FASTEST ACCUTENSION SHOT FROM A DEFENSIVE ANGLE. Julian had just broken a legendary, decades old world record right in front of millions of global viewers.