Men From Hell Novels & Stories

Malachor's growls vibrated through her, his fangs grazing her jaw now, teasing another bite as he chased his release, determined to flood her with his seed. She could feel him swelling thicker, his hips snapping forward with feral urgency, balls slapping her ass in wet, brutal smacks. The altar groaned beneath them, cracks spiderwebbing from the force, but Elizabeth barely noticed—her world narrowed to the demonic invasion splitting her open, the metallic scent of blood thick in the air, mingling with the salty tang of sweat and the musky reek of their mingled arousal. Her thighs quivered, locked around his waist, pulling him deeper despite the agony, her submissive body craving the destruct

It burns so badly. I glance over, and what looks like an interdimensional portal swirls open with flames along its edges. Within lies a blazing inferno, molten and alive with people going about their activities, while some are engaged in carnal pleasure. Men with long midnight hair, muscular builds, and massive wings, as they dominate the women pinned below them. “No… No, please, I don’t want to go with you…” I plead, fighting against him, but my attempts were futile. He's incredibly strong.

I wanted to move away but couldn't. "She is mine, always has been," I heard that familiar voice "Fuck this; I am about to fuck the shit out of her," One of the men said Suddenly I heard a door open, and then everything went black

I wanted to get rid of the feelings I couldn't seem to control. They were drinking from the humans now. The perpetrators are doing a great job of hiding themselves. And they seem to be the traitors who had made my life a living hell in our past life. The same people who had no conscience in ruining the lives of others as long as their greediness can get them what they wanted. Melvin stood. Dusting the dirt off his pants. "You can't hide it anymore boss, I know you are aiming for the white furs because of him." He sighed, stepping closer slowly.

“Sir Robert would never imagine what I’m going to do with this! Let’s see if one of our beautiful hellcats can take as much as some of the lusus naturae. Place your bets. Ten guineas? Twenty? Bring me the first challenger!” Raucous laughter, men shuffling, necks craning, heat rising. Mary felt relief when Henri caught her eye and stepped toward her. All around her, club members stripped off their clothes, which the blackamoors discreetly removed. A number of men made selections from the different groups. The Hell Master continued his taunts. “Can she take the truncheon? Yes or no? Can he?” At closer quarters, Mary saw Henri’s glazed expression. He seemed drugged or drunk. Probably both. Leer

That's it, this is my end. He began to touch me and tried to rip away my blouse. But the last thing I prayed on my mind was "Please God, please save me". I think I don't deserve heaven life I always living in hell life and after death also I am going to hell only and I shut my eyes tightly ready to go for hell. But I think god heard my prayer, because he sent some Savior for me. My Savior is none other than my husband. Thank you god Akash POV ***********

Fennel and Philip looked at each other before walking toward the manor’s entrance. Suddenly, ten burly men with tattoos all over their bodies rushed out of the manor. They were outrageously stout like gorillas! Fennel and Philip stopped at the same time. The former stared coldly at the ten burly men rushing out and said softly, “Be careful. These ten people are the Hellhounds of the Hall of Evil, the top ten killing machines under the Dark Angels. Their combat level should be between the third and fourth zones. Although it’s not particularly high, their bodies have undergone special transformations. Once their power is fully unleashed, they can reach the peak strength of the fourth zone!”

As I watch, Hellfire slams her hand between the legs of one of the men fighting. “Hey, asshole. You picked the wrong girl to fight. I neuter boys like you before breakfast,” she says, then proceeds to rip part of his penis and balls from his body. I shiver, looking away before I can see which parts she ripped off. As much as I despise these men for what they're doing, I'm still a man. Watching Hellfire in action still makes me feel the phantom pain of what that guy is experiencing. The man’s scream of pain overwhelms her microphone until she turns and reaches for the next guy.

This guy must be aching to complain about her appearance again but he couldn’t since its forbidden to talk. Hellion giggled and made funny faces behind his back like a fool. As long as he shut his mouth she would feel so much better. If only he’d be silent and aloof, he’ll be much more handsome than before. Too bad! This man was a total jerk! Hellion humped coldly as she stared daggers on his sturdy back. After walking for too long in the darkness, they finally reached the end of the Road of Cursed Eyes .

She found an abandoned art studio in the attic next door to the apartment belonging to Gregory’s parents. Yolanda approached the office door, and she could hear the others in the office. There were six Hell Hounds. Yolanda left three here to guard her. So, Catherine, Bridgette, and Jill should be with her. Yolanda still got a kick out of the name of their cohort. The concept behind the name was. If a hellhound was frightening. Then the only scarier than that hell hound was its mother. All Hell Hounds were female enforcers in a pack full of male enforcers. Human society didn’t have a stranglehold of misogynists. A few noses out of joint because they were female. She took a deep breath. Pasted