Romans & histoires Manhwa Hoarding In Hell

She repeated, at a loss for words in how to react. I know I am weird on many levels, but not this odd! I got freaking horns that can compete with a ram’s! The large and apparent swirls until it elongates upward. Yep, my eighteenth freaky birthday ability is a freaking demonish horn! “What the hell?” For the third time, Cent uttered those words. “Uhm, for your information, the Malevolent world or what the human named hell or Nether world is still far away. In fact, we are still within the territory of the human realm.”

“Yes, now we come to the main point. The one that ruined your life… the ‘Akaname’ (Filth licker) is the one we’ve been chasing around for a few years prior to your incident. At some point we gave up on it and decided to hunt something else but nothing ever showed up so we had to stick to it. After some research we finally found some leads on it. And because of that we did get the leads to the other ‘Yokai’ who were lurking in the darkness as well. I think there were at least 15 back then when we found a lead on the Akaname.” “Wait. Are you sure it was the Akaname?” “What do you mean? It hung from the ceiling, right?” “Yes but it used me like a doll.” “A doll? Then maybe it wasn’t an Akaname.

As soon as the Hell Passage revealed its true form, countless Hell Qi spread quickly. In an instant, the aura that belonged only to hell had filled the entire tomb. The aura of hell and the Ghost-burying Tomb met each other like a raging fire and lit up the whole cemetery in an instant.

Carina said as Lucinda sipped from the cup of tea and placed it back on the coaster. Kylie looked around the various cards on the table and her eyes fell on the rich gold colour with silver lines. Leonard gaze fell on the card in front of him. He immediately liked the pattern of the card and reached for it at the same time she stretched out her hand. She placed her hand on the card and said."This.." she paused when she saw his hand was on the card too. They looked at each other and were lost for a moment as a raw elemental message they couldn't understand pass through them.

We took Nivi to hospital and waited for her test results. Each and every second I stood outside of every test room was like I am passing through an eternity. Under me it was hell of fire where I was burning in that. There is no hell or heaven after death it's all in our life. Now I am getting all punishments for what aI did to that girl and I am in hell. Like my naani said bad people will treated very badly in hell by burning alive in fire.

Especially that creature, the like of which she had never seen before, terrifying, pale, cold and sticky, disgusting, found herself trapped in a dark cave, in a place surrounded by water from every direction with the remaining friends who were celebrating with her her doomed wedding anniversary, and who She was losing them one by one, as they would come to them every day directly to devour one of them, and his screams would rise, filling the place, echoing throughout the cave until he was unable to do so, eating his flesh alive until there was nothing left of it. She witnessed the food of all her friends, one after the other, and she hoped the Almighty every day that her turn would not come,

So he waited until they entered and then took a running start, jumped catching the top bar of the iron fence that was ten feet up and vaulted over it landing in a crouch. His eyes scanned and he saw movement of two figures to his right. That wasn’t all he saw. He stood and his jaw clenched. They were in a fucking graveyard. He thought vampires couldn’t walk in graveyards, but then again he had met a giant who managed to find a way to shrink himself, so stranger things had happened. The fact they were in a graveyard was concerning to him actually. They were dealing with an item that belonged to Hel, and she was a goddess of the underworld. Or part goddess and he’d been at this too long to no

Beyond that, the trees are absolutely ancient, towering dozens of feet above my head. This place–this circle–is new. Something used to rest here–a building. A temple, perhaps. Excitement blurs my senses as I begin to search for ruins, ignoring the prickle of unease making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. A twig snaps nearby, followed by the scurrying of something larger than a rabbit but smaller than a wolf, and I jerk back to reality. I just found a hellhound, dead. It wasn’t injured. Something killed it, but how? They don’t just die of old age. They’re immortal souls trapped in bodies mutated by magic–bodies that never belonged to them in the first place.

One left. She turned, her chest heaving, her knuckles bleeding beneath the crumbling stone armor. The third monster had stopped at the edge of the mud trap. It looked at its dead companions, then looked at the human woman standing amidst the gore. It didn't charge. The chaotic purple light in its eyes began to pulse with a blinding, erratic intensity. The veins on its grey scalp bulged, glowing with toxic, unstable mana. This was no mere brawler. This was a Mana-Ghoul—a creature whose internal magic was so volatile and broken that it was essentially a living bomb.

Because what stood in front of her was not just some mere human girl… but someone that crawled her way out of the depths of hell… At that moment… everything was silenced…nothing could be heard but the sound of cracking… The white space cracked from behind Satiana… and from it, crawled the unimaginable… The angel struggled… but it was all for vain as it was swallowed whole by that…thing… If an ordinary person saw it… it would appear as heinous darkness…