I'll Put You Through Hell Novels & Stories

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 . ..............

“Xyla Quest! Go to hell!!!” It all just happened within a second…!

“I am a God, Gideon. I don’t need to explain my demands to those that follow me. I also don’t need one of them defying my orders! This child is your rightful heir, not Kailani. Had I known he existed Otto would’ve never gotten the deal.” “Fuck you!” Like an inferno Philo’s spirit was reunited. Within seconds he engulfed our form in hellfire. The deeply protective nature of the wolf radiated more intensely than any magick being used to keep us in place. “Move before I kill you too!” He projected through me. The ooze and tendrils began to melt, letting out screeches like a dying animal.

The energy of creation, a soft hum against the void's predatory purr. "And Damon," Ava continued, her gaze fixed on me. "We need you to try to focus. Imagine your hellfire, that raw, primal energy, forming a shield. A distortion. Anything to confuse their senses." I closed my eyes, trying to conjure the familiar heat, the righteous fury of my hellfire. But the well felt dry, drained by the hungry void. It was like trying to grasp smoke. My essence, usually a roaring inferno, now felt like a flickering ember, struggling against a relentless, chilling wind.

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 :-)

"What the hell—" ***

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.”

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