Men From Hell Novels & Stories

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.

Hadrian said softly. “I'm not lying to you.” Amaya retorted, shifting on the couch. “I know. I need to see this man so I can figure out what he is.” Hadrian said, reaching for her hair. Narrowing her eyes to Colby, she smiled when he nodded. He touched her hair and his eyes flashed before he saw the man, pulling away from her, he fretted. “What is it?” “I understand everything. That man is a Hellion. They have immense power to manipulate people's minds...”

I couldn’t hear anything except it. Not to sound judgy or shit, but stepping inside of this club always made me feel like I was stepping on the road to hell. Everywhere my eyes landed, I saw people gliding against each other while moving to the sound of the music. They were so cramped together that I had a hard time believing the oxygen was enough. But then again, since they were sucking faces, that surely did help with respiration. Apart from that, the naked strippers hung on the poles while whooping their body and spreading their legs so wide you could literally see the inside of their genitals. What made me want to barf was the men crowding them and screaming like damn animals while also

I don't know how I did this, but I held his neck ij a strong grip and the man fell to the ground. “Your opinion does not matter in this issue. My father, the Alpha, made this decree. And neither you, nor I, or anyone else would disagree or prove to stand against this. If anyone has an issue with this, he is free to leave my pack and never return, cause the moment I see you, I will take you as a threat." I let go of his throat. “Now, does anyone have anything to say, or we will respect our dead Alpha and his wishes?"

The men began to drink, their attention solely on Sasha as she danced provocatively in front of them, her movements slow and sensual. As she swayed and twirled, the men began to talk, their tongues loosened by the alcohol. “You know,” one of them slurred, leaning back against the wall, “we did a good job tonight. Those Hell’s Gang idiots didn’t see us coming. They thought they could keep using those innocent little girls as pickers, but we cracked their code.” “Yeah,” another chimed in, his voice filled with pride. “We showed them who’s boss. Stole all their stash, and now we get to enjoy the spoils.”

She spun around in front of me, her chest puffed out, a smug smile on her face. “Open your eyes and see what a perfect figure looks like! “You need to stand tall where it counts and flaunt it! “Men always say that a good woman weighs less than a hundred pounds. You’re flat-chested and short! “With a figure like yours, no man with any sense would even glance your way! “If Josh even looked at you, he must have been desperate!” Blood continued to flow between my legs, and I felt my strength fading. My vision blurred as I slipped into emptiness.

Darting out of the room, I found myself in a low passage, thin and narrow, the faint light above casting eerie shadows. My chest tightened at the cramped space. “Look! She’s out!” The voice jolted me. At the far end, four bulky men stood in black, their faces hard with frowns. “Get her!” I didn’t waste a single second. Lifting the gun, I fired upward, shattering the light. Darkness swallowed us whole. “Where is she?” one of them shouted. ***Kendrick’s Pov *** I felt the wood beneath my foot shake with a low, faint vibration again.

From a turn in the cave a tall athletic bald man came forward. With him were about ten women and like four other men. Apart from his bass voice which was jarring, his bald head was covered with tattoos and there are markings which cut into the face of the man that made him look intimidating. The other four men with him had markings on their faces but they weren’t bald. The women were all armed with long pointy daggers. “Infidels, you will pay for what you have done!” Claude screamed at him. The bald man was looking at me, “I don’t know how you survived the wolfsbane but you made a huge mistake coming here.”

It dampens when he starts to rise. Grubby fingers grasp jewel encrusted arm chairs, pushing down to angle his heavy weight upward. A flushed belly jiggles down when he straightens and I'm genuinely disgusted. His white shirt is unbuttoned, the waistband of his slacks biting into a thick waist. "Have some fire left, have you?" He turns to the men behind. "We have ourselves a hellcat. Truly from hell it seems." They all laugh at that. I count fifteen of them in total.