Living Hell Novels & Stories

“You are talking as though you did not experience the nightmare just like we did.” “You are correct Abi, I did not experience the nightmare. I was immune to it.” Ezekiel said. “Well lucky you, as for me, it was hellish! I don't know about Zeres but, seeing your entire family burn to death by a deathly halo was so painful and then loosing your life in the process. I died countlessly.” Abi said the look in her eyes looking forlorn and distant. Then, Zeres added to her quote.

A long silver blade ignites your only final resolution. Naturally, hell is not the perfect face or the perfect body, and it is certainly not the perfect life. It is alone with the constant ache of a love that will never come to pass. There will be no fluffy marshmallows passing by your dark baren existence or beautiful ladies with long feathering wings granting wishes. Hell is like an infernal, burning at your insides until you can’t take it anymore and have no choice but to shriek from sheer exhaustion from the constant aches in your soul. It’s like a hammer cracking your head open. Blood and oozing brains spill out of the mind you once had before hell came into the picture. Hell is like li

“Wait, is this not Underworld? I asked, pointing at the floor. “No, silly.” she said, shaking her head and chuckling, “If this truly had been the Underworld, you would have been scared out of your wits. For the Underworld is a treacherous place, full of danger and despair. The very ground beneath is scorching hot, with lava-like molten fire that we call the Hellfire. It is a place few dare venture, and even fewer can survive.” My heart plummeted as my eyes widened in shock.

Shit. My brother once told me Hell was a really beautiful place, but I never quite believed him. How could a place where demons and wolves live be beautiful? Until this second, when I’m staring at all of Hell right in front of me, I never once imagined it was like this. A giant tree has grown from below the city, and its entangled roots stretch everywhere they can. I remember the tree being called the Tree of Ignis.

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ SORA ☠️ I’m so screwed. I was screwed… but I’ve never been more screwed in my life than this current situation I find myself in. I’m still breathing heavily from sprinting down to find somewhere to hide, my legs hurting so bad that I doubt I’ll ever heal. And, Oh, the horror! This messed-up place smells so bad. My nose is under attack by a stinky cloud so powerful I might just faint right here on the floor.

And there, in that little house that contained a tormented soul that longed to meet its Creator and be reunited with its family, Zakaria took off his servant's clothes and replaced them with clothes that had passed through centuries that had not been worn. And there in that bed that contained two hearts beating with pure love, like a fetus still developing, arms and legs, hearts and souls intertwined, dancing its last dance in this world from which they have nothing but pain and ailments. She lay on his chest, kissing every inch of him, trying to fill her empty hollow with the drops of his love, trying for once to reach his depths, communicating with Jaden who is stuck in the middle of his h

I sometimes think about ending this life for once but I don't have that right either. I am stuck, I am ruined. I don't know what my life has for me. Going out and looking at the sun is just a dream now. I don't even remember the last time I took a bath, the dress on my body has started shredding into pieces, and coldness always takes advantage of it; the cold floor doesn't help either. My tongue has forgotten what food tastes like, and I can feel my body becoming just bones. I am living in hell in this basement for uncountable days, maybe weeks or months, I don't know how long it's been, but still I don't want to go out of this place because this hell is better than what he has for me outsid

Instead, a low laugh escaped him, a sound that made the skin crawl. "Kill you?" he said softly. "That would be too cheap." His tone was gentle, yet steeped in despairing cruelty. "I'll let you live. I'll let you watch with your own eyes as everything you killed for, your families, your wealth, and your descendants' futures, are erased piece by piece by my hands. "And you'll remain locked up here every single day, enduring a different kind of torment each time. Death isn't the only thing called hell. There is another kind of hell, living that is worse than death."

There's everything! "I was lying to you! All of it was fake! I want to get out! Please, let me out!" He'd finally said it out loud, admitting that every single thing was a lie. But in the absolute dark, in a sealed room with no way out, the truth didn't matter anymore. The hallucination of me smiled. It was a slight smile, and in the dark it looked unsettling in a way that was hard to describe. "No, Dad. Mom. For you two, this is the end of the world. You're not getting out.

The afternoon sun hit the concrete balcony of Apartment 301 like a magnifying glass, pushing the interior temperature past forty degrees Celsius. Inside, the air was thick, stagnant, and sour—heavy with the suffocating stench of unwashed laundry, backed-up plumbing, and rotten food leftovers melting in the dead refrigerator.