Raze Hell Novels & Stories

With a loud boom, the Skyarch Tower crashed forcefully onto the weak spot. In an instant, the energy of the dragon vein erupted. Simultaneously, the 18th Hell began to shake violently. No, to be more accurate, a massive earthquake was occurring throughout the 18th Hell. The 18th Hell was the foundation. If it was destroyed, it would certainly affect everything above it. In the dragon vein underground palace, several practitioners from Zonia Sect, including Jace, were abruptly awakened. They all looked up to see cracks forming on the dome of the underground palace, with debris tumbling down.

Chapter 29: Riding into Hell The hell rift tore open the eastern sky like a wound that refused to clot. Raven felt it before she saw it—a deep, unnatural vibration rolling through the earth, up through the black stallion’s hooves and into her bones. The air tasted of sulfur and scorched iron; the horizon bled crimson where the Widow’s Veil should have been quiet under dawn mist. Instead, a jagged vertical tear pulsed there, thirty feet high, edges flickering with molten light. Shapes moved on the other side—hulking silhouettes with too many limbs, eyes like furnace coals, war-hounds with jaws that dripped black flame.

Aless added. "Alright, you guys will do this, if there is any war that will come up I want every strong warrior to fight off the rogues." Blaze agreed and nodded at Zach who should do a presentation about the rogues that they will have to know their weakness. "I, Zachary Jacobs, the beta will present you the weaknesses of our enemy." Zach said in a stern voice, Blaze choose his best friend to be his beta because he has the qualities to be one even though his cousin wanted so badly to be a beta he decided to be the Zeta which is the generals of their army.

He was hauntingly terrifying and I noted never to cross him. Alpha Rhodes was tall, and sculpted perfectly. His muscles were defined, and not overbearing the way his counterparts were. While still tan, he was much paler and his skin was devoid of veins and scars. He looked effortlessly strong, natural. His arms and ribs were covered in delicate tattoos and I felt myself longing to trace them with my fingers. I shook my head, snapping my myself out of it as I gazed at his face. He was beautiful, long chestnut brown locks brushed against his shoulders and some light stubble dusted his jaw. His lips were thin but full, set against his subtly angled face. Most striking were his eyes, a tangled g

In Mount Kpamos Helena, locked in Robos’ dungeon struggled to breathe. Her wounds were not healing quick enough and this was because Robos had applied the Mekai, a golden liquid substance that was known to kill gods if it was stabbed into their hearts. But he had only applied a small amount to her injuries making it impossible to heal quickly, it was his demented way of punishing her. She squeezed her eyes in pain as the broken bones of her wrists merged slowly. Tears fell down her cheeks but her heart and mind was set; she would not reveal the whereabouts of her children. If they were destined to destroy the gods then she’ll happily die in the hands of her children so long as they lived. He

She told him. The Void. A lower level in the Nine Hells dedicated to the imprisonment of Humans, Fae, Werewolves, and the like. They layered the cavernous Hell with a cave system so deep that many would lose their way if not properly guided. The deeper down the caves go, the worser the prisoners are. Zalakai sped up as he followed the winding passages through the lower level. Rayleigh not too far behind him. The screeches of Scouts overhead caused Rayleigh to stay close to him. After the previous encounter with them, she knew not to stray too far from his safety.

The force grew stronger, the earth cracking open with a deafening roar. In the midst of this cataclysm, Dryzza felt the raw power surging, a malevolent force seeking to consume everything in its path. The bond between Dryzza and Joline wavered, strained by the overwhelming chao as if Dryzza's been drawn out of Joline's consciousness. Suddenly, darkness enveloped her, accompanied by the chilling resonance of a sinister laugh emanating from a demonic presence looming directly before her. Dryzza attempted to blink away the obscurity, straining to discern the form of the creature, yet her efforts were futile.

"HEHEHAHAH,'' she laughs from the other side of the kettle and continues, ''Mind tricks my dear.'' I grunt and get up and start running to her again. ''OOPSIE, too late,'' Hella chuckles and pours my blood into the kettle. The kettle substance turns purple and explodes with a loud bang. I get launched across the room and stones fall on me. I hear a ringing sound in my ears from the explosion and try to get up. I see Roan laying at the same place where Hella left him, and Gabriel is covered in stones. He doesn't seem to move. Hella is sitting at the kettle. ''Did it work?'' she keeps screaming. Then I hear faint drums coming from far below. Hella jumps up from joy, ''I did it! It worked! haha