Name Hell Novels & Stories

“You hurt my son. I can not let any of you off. Or did you really think Anna is the only one I prepared this whole grand surprise for?” Lifting the pointer, Felix stared at my palm. I pressed hard. The screen lit up again. I choked; tears blurred the screen. “Watch!” My voice cracked through the hall like a whip. “Devils aren’t in hell. They are standing right here. In front of me.” I didn’t dare look up. William’s cries echoed from the giant screen above us. Every sound punched through my chest. My nails dug into my palms. Focus, Rebecca. Around the room, gasps rippled like shockwaves. Some watched the screen with trembling hands over their mouths.

Each person controls a world leader, running the underworld and carefully maintaining the balance needed in such a world filled with human greed, death and destruction— willingly ready to be seen as the devils. Zayn Hellfire was not a Devil. He was Hell itself. “Tea, Don?” Giana places the cup in front of me, her milky gray eyes staring at me even though many cannot do the same. For she is blind. I don’t bother to give a response but she doesn’t wait for one as she places the cup and saucer down on the table. It’s Darjeeling tea, one of Eve’s favorites, but now I am no longer sure if she ever liked it.

he muttered to himself. Then it hit him—Hades. The name that had haunted the criminal underworld for generations. He quickly typed "Hades" into the search bar, his fingers flying across the keyboard. He knew that Hades was more than just a name; it was a title, passed down to the leader of the Hell’s Gang. A shadowy figure who controlled a vast criminal empire.

So this is what hell felt like. All around Sephora there was screaming and wailing, unsure of where it was coming from; it took Sephora a few seconds to realise that it was all coming from herself. Her heartbeat was pounding like a drum in her ears, going faster than she thought was humanly possible. It was so loud, it was as though someone had ripped it from her rib-cage and shoved it inside her head.

enjoined "Ali, for everything, to the one who compelled you to lose yourself to turn into this free, untamed beast...." She uttered those words until she found herself under his iron fist, his palm around her neck stifling her breath, his eyes empty. Two fires, his breath on fire, his tone of voice coming from the depths of Hell: "How do you know what I went through? And what do you know about me? And what do you know about my monsters, my spectra, and my hell? You don't know anything, and this word I'm sorry and comfort yourself because I don't need it from you understand?

When he got to where I was, he held out the tool for me to see clearly "Please." I continued struggling against the bindings desperately. When he reached out to grab my arm, I suddenly froze, closing my eyes and turning my face away. "You Thompsons have heartlessly killed so many of our kind. You killed even those who never killed a human for centuries. You've tortured us and hunted us like Prey." Venom dripped from his voice. The darkness in his eyes intensified as he trailed the knife over my skin teasingly. I couldn't stop trembling in utter terror.

the person who could show me heaven invited me with his open arms. "Come here or you will regret it for your life" the person who is showing me the hell, warned me. I looked between both of them getting confused whom should I choose? If I chose heaven then my family's life would be at stake and if I chose hell then I would become a walking dead body. I am stuck 'Between Hell and Heaven'

Is this what hell looks like? I’ve always imagined hell to be hot and flaming not cold and dark. Maybe he’ll is close by and that would explain the smoke. “Hello! Is anyone here?” I beckoned and my voice echoed back into my ears. This place is really creepy. “Satan?” I yell thoughtlessly. If this is really hell, then I wish to speak with who’s in charge and I believe that would be Satan. “Anyone?” there was nothing. Not a single sound apart from the sound of my voice echoing back into my ears. This might not be a good time but I do have a nice voice. It’s indeed very charming.

he orders softly. I don't want to open my eyes. I want to run away. I want to die and end all the pain and suffering I've been through. I want to see my mother again, but if there's actually a heaven I won't be going. I'm too fucked-up and filled with hate. "Melina." This time his voice is sharper.

she answered, struggling against her binds, "Wh--why the hell am I tied up? You're not going to eat me, are you?" "You know I never understood that expression, 'What the hell? Why the hell?'. " The man uttered in a much higher voice, presumably to imitate Tina, "Sure, Hell is the most unfortunate place on Earth, but it's not like all human misfortunes come from here. Most of the time, humans are the ones who create their own misfortunes." "I knew it. I'm in hell, aren't I? Jesus Christ!" Tina's eyes bulged out. She suspected it earlier when those creatures came after her, but she still couldn't handle the confirmation.