I'll Put You Through Hell Novels & Stories

If hell exists, there's an inferno waiting for me. I swerve around a pothole on the blacktop. In less than fifteen minutes, all hell will break loose. I survived seven years in prison, but my chances of surviving what's next are about nil. The men riding behind me know what we're heading into and, like me, they're ready to die.

I will be so grateful to them till the end. Finally I found my way and all I need to do is walk through the way and get out of my hell . ..............

‘Desperate measures,’ Otto called out. Taking the risk, we unanimously agreed. Philo struck out again, this time turning the dagger slowly upwards during the struggle. I took a deep breath, plunging myself forward onto it. Blinding pain licked my skin as the soft flesh from collarbone to cheek was ripped open. Quickly the poisonous magicks were setting in. I would be fucked if this didn’t work.

I stepped onto the path. The world dissolved. The whispers descended, sharp and piercing. *You are already dead. Your purpose is meaningless. Give up. Embrace the void.* It showed me my worst fears: Misha weeping over my empty shell, my children calling another man ‘father’. *No.* The word was not a sound, but a force. The tiny ember of my hellfire flared. *My love is not a lie!* I roared in the void of my mind. *My purpose is to protect! For Misha! For our children! For the life we built!*

until now. And maybe that's the one thing I need to get out of this hellhole. I am fucking counting on it. ============================================= Thanks for reading :-)

My body went rigid and closing my eyes shut, I tried to clear the suffocation which was building inside me. You really deserve hell Rehan.

Keeping her from slipping into the quiet he had shown her before. “You don’t have to,” he said. Her heart slammed painfully against her ribs. “You said there was a cost.” “Yes.” She swallowed thickly. “Say it again.” A pause. Then, closer still, his voice lowered—not in secrecy, but in intimacy. “You will not belong to heaven,” Malachor said. “You will not be reclaimed by a god who mistook your endurance for obedience. You will stand where I stand—between endings. You will see what others refuse to look at. You will carry what is cast away.”

There is writing on the wall, written with what looks like real blood. A DARK NIGHT SUDDENLY LIT WITH FIRE, A SILENT NIGHT SUDDENLY FILLED WITH SCREAMS, HOW DID YOU ESCAPE THE GRASP OF DEATH, OH YOU LITTLE ONE, WHO SHOULD BE NEXT?

I spat before plunging a poisoned dagger straight into his heart. " You can burn in hell! " With that I turned around and left the place

“What you’re really asking beneath it all is, ‘Will I damn my soul to Hell for dealing with these creatures?’ You won’t.” “Because Hell doesn’t exist?” “Oh, it does, but making a few extra-curricular deals isn’t how you damn your soul. Especially if the other bastard really has it coming. Remember, you make it a demon in your mind. It doesn’t have to be one.” “Then what are we dealing with, if not demons.”