Men From Hell Novels & Stories

"The stupid fuck hasn't got a clue. Forget about him and fuck me, fuck me hard honey, fuck me hard and make me cum." John did make her cum and then he had her suck him hard again and he fucked her for a second time. He want to go a third time, but Helen said no. "No more lover, no more now. I need to beat my stupid fucking husband home." I turned the camera off and said, "Okay John, she's all yours now." John pushed Helen back down on the bed and put two fingers in his mouth and let out a loud whistle. A couple of moment's later three black men entered the room and started to undress. Helen looked at them, looked at me and then back to them:

A group of seven men appeared before us. Their shirts where riddled with holes and tears. The bottoms had started to fray and fade away with years of use and neglect. Dirt and grime caked on to every inch of their exposed skin, gave them a rough look, and honestly a need for a bath. You could smell them from such a far distance that my nose wrinkled. If I didn't know any better, I would say that they where already dead. Their pants where just strings at this point that hung at their hips and their feet where barren. These where the poorest men I had ever seen. But their threats made them no longer pitied in my books. That and my desire to kill was blooming.

Men in black went out, but in one particular SUV where four people went out: Jedrick, Chase, Xander, and Alpha Andres. I started to back away, afraid for my dear life. Alpha is now looking feral, glaring at Hunter. His eyes are changing into pure black. I gulped. He signaled something to his men and they grab Hunter by the arm. What is wrong with these men? "Let me go, morons!" Hunter ordered and trying to get away from their grip. Alpha Andres clicks his tongue and looks at Hunter. "You better get away right now boy..." he stated. "...before I make you."

As the pain spread through him, his right hand lost the strength he needed to operate the helicopter… His veins were visibly swollen on his exposed neck! There were three other men behind him. The three men were all wearing the same black tunic suit. They had the same helmets that were made from a black, elastic material… Their heads were completely covered up, and only their eyes and mouths could be seen. “Sh*t!” The man with a white shirt cursed softly. After that, he turned around and looked at the three men. “Scums, keep bombing them! Our master said that we must kill Xyla today. Not only that, but we must also bring her head to him! If Xyla doesn’t die, we’ll die…”

And it was the roar of two gods becoming one, as the world trembled and shook, until finally the earth beneath them surrendered and gave way - and in it's place arose hellfire and a river of molten lava. Males and females of Vince's army didn't even have time to scream before they were swept away in a wave of fire and lava. The molten rock pouring like honey across the earth, setting bodies aflame like living torches, oozing out from where Sephora and Ambrose stood - hands still clasped together, eyes locked onto one another.

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.

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.”

“I will make you pay.” A smile curved its way around my lips, lowering my gaze to him. “I never denied it. And please, starvation and a few hits won’t count as torture. I have done worse. And I plan to do much worse if you don’t get yourself and your family away from her life.” Felix shivered, and I noticed the way his initial momentum died down a bit. “What’s the matter? Are you scared?” I let out a chuckle. “How can you call yourself a man when you hurt women?” he choked around my grip.

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.”