Living Hell Novels & Stories

Hell was shown and it was truly a terrible place I never wanted to go to. There was weeping, wailing, gnashing of teeth, darkness, flames, burning, torments and everlasting punishment! Then Elliot showed on the screen. He was planning something, he was looking for something to take over but I didn't know what. Another wave showed him killing people. He was ruthless. Another wave showed him around many naked sluts and ungodly whores, where he was kissing, touching... "Stop!" Rica laughed. "This is the truth, Lexa and the truth is always bitter."

That's why they are in heaven. I looked at him angrily. "I will remember his name!" I said and walked near him then looked him straight in the eyes. The second world is "Hell", it's the underworld. Those people who live there still remember their past lives and the memories they have when they are still humans. I know what you're thinking- but let me tell you this one thing. It doesn't mean it's the underworld, there's already fire. It's not hot there. Fire represents the pain of the spirits living there. It represents their suffering while remembering all their past lives. Spirits who live there are not actually as bad as you think when they are alive. Well, sort of-- They are just people w

Lena said, hitting another nail right into Sabrina's chest, yet again. "You believe that you are so smart right? This time around I am going to waste this worthless life if yours. Maybe then, this tongue of yours might learn to be tamed, sorry I forgot, you are actually going to die, so this tongue of yours won't be tamed, instead it will rest forever in hell." "I do not mind dying because I know that I will be at a better place. The hell is for you and your lost soul, it has been specially designed for you, so you better stop thinking that anyone other than yourself belongs there."

asked the Wise-thug. “What do you think, you killed two people in front of me in two days. Do I have to remind you?” They laughed and he said, “You will get used to it, Mastermind. Don’t worry.” “I almost said go to hell but what can I say, you are already in it.” I see this world as a shelter, a shelter which was given a forbidden name, a name which everyone living in that shelter disagrees with- a shelter called hell. Some religions believe that hell is a house of the devil`s demons while some people say hell is a place where people go after death. I believe and say that hell is where an animal called a human, lives.

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.

“Woah! But how could that be possible? I mean… it's hard to digest.” He pulled me back to his chest and sniffed my hair, “You will eventually come to believe it. There is a place called Hell out there. And we live there, waiting to punish the sinned souls. Each one of us out there has our own duties. I, for one, feed on the souls of the living.” My eyes grew wide and I stared down at the black veins that traveled down his neck to his chest. I traced them with my fingers and Asphalt did not revolt on them. He peppered kisses on my forehead.

All living creatures who came out of the Eight Hot Hells would have to travel through this place, which was called the Hell of Wanderers. The Coldest Hell was extremely cold. The people there would often cry out in grief from the cold. In fact, even their souls would turn pale from the cold. In the Lonely Hell, there were no living creatures. All the people who had committed evil deeds when they were alive would live a lonely and inhuman life here, making them think about the evil deeds they had done when they were alive. The Hell Path was the most bitter one among the six paths. Therefore, if reincarnation was still closed, the souls who came here could only suffer endlessly.

Eleven, a young 18-year-old girl who lives in fear, her life feels dark and crowded like hell. Even though she doesn't know what it's like to live in the real hell, but living with her alcoholic father makes her believe that hell will be better than the place she calls home.

There I was once again in a dark room, listening to the fight going on outside. I cover my ears, willing myself to close it out. To be anywhere but here again. It had been a few years since I had been locked in my own mind. Everywhere I turned was a new memory, a new trauma. I remember as a child, everyone would talk about hell. How it’s a place bad people where sent. A place far away from earth, a place you could only be sent to by god. But as I grew, I came to learn, hell wasn’t a mythical place. Hell was right here, it lived among us. It lived right under our noses, it lived in the darkest places of the human mind. The places we wanted to pretend didn’t exist. Hell was man made.

Organs that once thrived are now a toxic wasteland, struggling to endure, gasping for a breath of life that they can no longer obtain. His external wounds tell a ghastly tale, oozing with thick, viscous pus, the kind that festers in the depths of decay. All around him, the air is heavy with a stench of rot, a grotesque reminder of mortality that would haunt anyone who dared to look upon him. This isn't mere injury; it's a hideous rendering of human suffering - a visceral reminder that hell exists within this world.