Leviathan Helluva Novels & Stories

I storm off and leave them to it. Hours later I have gotten absolutely nothing done, I’m sitting at my desk in my office and I purposefully left the blinds on the window up so I could watch her. Chantel being the bitch that she is, gave her a shirt that could also qualify as a queen size bed sheet. My burner phone vibrates in my pocket, I barely peel my eyes away from the window long enough to pull it out of my pocket and read the name and location of the guy Dominic is paying me to take care of. Stefano Beretta

He didn't like the idea, but there was no way he could disobey the devil's son, especially now that desperation has set in. ** ** ** The waves crashed unnaturally against the wild ocean as Levi appeared on top of a cliff's edge. He looked around him, unsure of the mission Lucas had sent him on. He took out a knife, and pierced his palm with it, then he let the blood drop into the ocean. "I give my blood to call on lord Leviathan." The waves suddenly stopped, and the ocean parted revealing the huge monster. The ocean lord who has ruled the water for over a millennial, known to harbor a deep hatred for the world and even the supernatural creatures from the realm.

Then, Elaine and I started our new lives. Sometime later, I received a few videos from Mr. Quinton. The man in one of them was barely recognizable—he didn't even seem remotely human. He was curled up in a rusty cage, and his chest had collapsed. His ears and nose were missing, and he kept slamming his head on the side of the cage, leaving it bloody. Lindsey was the focus of the other videos. Her hair was a mess, and her gaze was unfocused. She was naked in a basement. She looked like she was in better condition than Harvey was, though.

The numbers ten and thirty were displayed on the screen of my phone attached to the car phone mount, The Rolling Stones’ Sympathy for the Devil croons on a low volume by the speaker. It was drizzling rain when I left Coffee Hut, but the weather had been kinder as soon as I exited the freeway.

I came home with a lump in my throat and a weight of guilt pressing on my shoulders. I didn't want to step into Axel's life, didn't want to become his mistress, and yet part of me craved that thrill—the one only he could give me. I longed for a normal life, a real marriage, love, passion… and at the same time, I knew I could never have both. Every time I thought about it, a voice inside me screamed: Liar!

All the curtains drawn and the only light came from the enormous television on one wall showing a Chelsea football match. “You owe me five hundred, Hazard just scored.” said a disembodied voice coming from the twilight in front of her. “Fuck off! They played this match last night I told you he’d scored.” There was a chuckle coming from the sofa that, which now that her sight had adjusted, Millie could make out in front of her. Gabriel clapped his hand over his mouth casting a glance at Millie “I’m sssorry for my unbelievabubly foul language.”

Hell? I was the actual one who had crawled out from hell. The victims' families blocking my way saw me try to leave, and the crowd grew restless. A large man charged at me, shouting, "Give me back my son!" While the families were indeed pitiful, it did not mean they had the right to hurt me. "Ah!" There was a hoarse scream, and a police officer had already stepped in, throwing the man to the ground with a shoulder throw, pinning him down.

Without any command, twelve men in black cloaks began to surround the pentacle, chanting the same words, the Mistress is speaking. In no time, the ground shook as though it's breaking into half followed by the sweltering air which came from the forming fissures, tracing the pentacle sign wherein Tomoya and Takumi are in. Astoundingly, Tomoya did not panic. He only watched the ground around him crack and fall down to small pieces underneath him to which humans identify as hell. Piercing cries reverberated, bringing the entire locus, counting the air and any life forms to shake; indicating the arrival of a formidable yet ghastly being.

The sky above them suddenly darkened. The clouds parted, not from a warship, but from a living creature. A World-Devouring Leviathan—a cosmic beast the size of a small moon, covered in golden scales and radiating an immense gravitational pull—was descending from the largest Heavenly Rift. The Armada had brought their siege breaker. The Leviathan opened its massive, cavernous maw, intending to swallow the entire Sovereign Citadel, shields and all. In Hangar Bay 4, the countdown timer finally chimed. 00:00.

Arion looked hopeful as if I would agree. “Yeah, and we don’t hate you. How could we ever hate you?” Arrow looked confused. “Yeah, you are way too cute, and smart, and” Arion paused looking for the word. “Sexy,” Arrow said. His eyes darkened before turning back to the usual amber color. Was I in some sort of alternate universe? What was happening here? That’s it, I died. I died and this is my hell. The Hell twins like me, Darren betrayed me, yup. I’m dead and have gone to hell.