Name Hell Novels & Stories

Traffic is literal Hell, and one will find himself speeding down a serpent-shaped Chunnel only to emerge in the Great Hall of China. Throughout it all are churches, temples, mosques. Majesties the Westminster Abbey would fall to its knees weeping before. At the heart of Dis is a gnarled tree. It dwarfs the metropolis. Carved into it in blonde stone are the halls of the Sanhedrin, the Judges of Gehenna. It is a place both feared and lionized, the home of the cruel angels, wardens of Hell. Somewhere in the streets of Dis:

But I don’t dare move a muscle or make a sound, fearing Xander will lose a body part. Fear is no longer a word I’d use to describe what I’m feeling. Neither is horror or terror. The Bible describes hell as a place where there’s wailing and gnashing of teeth for all eternity. Who would’ve thought it’s a place on Earth. My soul dies with each blow to Xander’s back until it feels like I’m nothing but a hollow shell. Somewhere in my mind, something snaps, and I start to zone in and out of reality. Don’t kill him.

I hear hell. I smell blood. War?

Acry Leivniz POV “What the f*ck?!” I said when the man introduces himself as ‘Hell’ What the heck Is happening to this world? Yesterdays I meant a girl who name Peace while I have a friend name Chaos and now, I meet a guy name Hell then my girl best friend name Heaven. What the actual f*ck? “Hell Lazaron” He said and offered his hand to Heaven. But heaven ignore it and look at Chaos who just smirk and look away from us like, is he not surprise about this? And how did this fucker know us hide out?

I never would have guessed that I'd be here, alongside the rulers of Hell,' I thought, amused. I tilted my head as the scenery sunk in. It was astounding how different Heaven and Hell were. Heaven was filled with lush green lands and beautiful trees, a few clear lakes and even a sandy beach. Hell was mostly a barren desert landscape, tinted red from the hellish red sun. There were hardly any trees, and what trees there were had barely any leaves. Off in the distance, by the bare tree line was a reddish lake with strange flowered plants along its waterline. Not only were the landscapes vastly different, but the way things were governed were contrasting as well. Heaven was governed by one figu

Then he jumped and yelled and pointed at Xiao Chen angrily, "I told you that we can't come here! See what you got us into! Fine, that silly girl didn't listen to me. But even you didn't! Listen to me!" Xiao Chen could not be bothered with him. He focused himself and looked around alarmedly. Indeed, this place gave him a strange vibe. Zhiluan was still nagging, "It's over! There are ten temples in Hell, there are Black and White Generals, and there are Yin and Yang Judge. Also, not to mention the scariest Nether Emperor. We're doomed; we're so going to die..."

She tumbled through the abyss, a kaleidoscope of nightmarish sights and sounds swirling around her. In an instant, she found herself in the heart of Hell. The landscape was a desolate, barren wasteland, devoid of life and hope. The skies were ablaze with crimson and sulfur, casting an eerie, oppressive glow over the nightmarish terrain. Jagged rocks and twisted, gnarled trees stretched into the distance, shrouded in an eternal gloom.

He watches me for a moment before speaking again. “Dante said a doctor will be here in about an hour to check you over,” he begins, sitting across from me. His expression is unreadable, but there’s a calm patience in his voice. “Look, the easiest way to explain this is bluntly. I won’t sugarcoat it, but it’s not as bad as it might sound.” I nod slowly, bracing myself. “This place is called Heaven and Hell,” he says. “Heaven is a standard nightclub—drinks, music, dancing. Hell is a strip club, lap dances, that sort of thing.” He pauses, watching my reaction.

Oh God. What the hell did I just agree to?

“Can’t make it as a dancer, probably won’t get a job in whatever fucking career path you chose as a plan B. You’ll go back to living on your mommy’s couch and working twelve-hour shifts at a gas station until you rot of old age.” “No.” I’m shaking. Trembling with anger. How dare he talk to me like that? “No, I’m going to succeed. And your demons are going to drag you back to Hell where you belong.” He smiles. “If I belong in Hell, so do you.” He takes his drink and sips it, then extends his arm. I watch his hand, watch the glass. Watch it happen in slow motion, but I can’t fucking do anything as he tips it over my head.