Raze Hell Novels & Stories

he said. “Stay low,” I tell him. “Hands over your head.” War. Real war. Not Vincent’s coward games. Our warriors return fire. Cleric moves like he was never caged. Fast, brutal, efficient. He takes two archers off the wall before they can shoot a second arrow. Then the main doors slam open. And he walks out. Alpha Raze. He’s not big like Kael. He’s lean. Scarred. White hair to his shoulders, black teeth filed to points. Eyes yellow. Wolf eyes, even in human form.

A) John Ozais Screeman B) Khloe Dave C) Maria D) Jace E) Juliet F) Sam G) Raphael H) Pete Pratt I) Butt J) Claire Johnathan K) Margaret Johnathan L) Hilda M) Arakah N) Azazel O) Hades P) Gefion Q) Morgana Le Fay R) Danrakah S) Abyss Raphael is to the heavens as …. is to hell? A) John Ozais Screeman B) Khloe Dave C) Maria D) Jace E) Juliet F) Sam G) Raphael H) Pete Pratt I) Butt J) Claire Johnathan K) Margaret Johnathan L) Hilda

Blaze complained. Consequently, it really exploded right after he said that. A loud boom rang out. A large light pillar was shot down from the sky, penetrating the entire Hell Tower right away. Even though they were standing here, they could clearly see from the first floor to the eighteenth floor. The broken area was enormous. They could see the edge case of each floor. King Sandros paled. “We’re done for! We’re done for! Something big is about to happen! “The Hell Tower is damaged, and the nether realm will be in chaos...”

Stone pillars exploded in ash. Nyra cried Azrath’s name as she shattered the chamber’s boundaries, rising on a pillar of fire. Azrath roared, collapsing beside her, as their joined power breached the Hellfire Chamber’s roof. A beam of white-hot flame shot into the sky, ripping clouds apart. The blast shook the Citadel beyond repair. Torches guttered; stones rained from ramparts. The ivory banner flickered, ghosts scattered, and angels stumbled. Nyra and Azrath lay entwined on the rubble-strewn dais, flesh seared, souls merged, laughter trembling on their lips.

"You killed him. You killed them all." Ravel raises her shovel. "Back. Off." The static whispers: *This is your legacy. Ashes and hate.* --- **The Horizon** At dusk, a new signal pierces the sky-a beam of crimson light, miles wide. The ground splits, revealing a city buried for eons, its spires alive with Arbor Prime tech. Eleanor's voice echoes from the ruins. **"You can't outrun the Cycle, Kelly. But you can still be a good mother.**

Time passed, slowly at first, one hour, then two, and with it came hunger and thirst and the air growing thinner, all of it bearing down on their already frayed nerves until the hallucinations started. Dad suddenly shot his arm out and pointed into the dark, his voice cracking with terror. "Stay back! Stay back!" What he saw wasn't an empty room. It was me, dozens of me, drenched in blood, reduced to skin and bones, rust water still dripping from my chin. I crawled out of the walls and fell from the ceiling and surrounded them from every side. Mom saw them too. She reached out into the air with both hands, tears and snot running down her face.

And Aurora Hale whispered softly, “Father, let’s see what you built.” Her finger pressed the screen. Deep beneath the estate Atlas Omega awakened. Across the battlefield Every drone froze. Every tower rotated. Every light on the estate turned blood red. Sebastian stopped walking. Alexander Ravel’s eyes widened. Helena Voss’s smile vanished for the first time. Because the ground beneath the battlefield began to open. And something far larger than an army, began to rise.

Chapter 169: Just A Little Too Late KEATTON’S P. O. V “Hurry up!!” my voice filled the car. Traffic was blocking our way making directly on the abandoned building at Rozo street. “Damn! Fuck!” I cursed out loud and took a heavy sigh. Raking my fingers through my hair and pulled strands from it. “Is there ain’t no shortcuts?” I asked the driver. His head swayed. “Fuck!” I cursed again. After five minutes, the congested road is slowly moving. Closing my eyes and prayed in silence, hoping that it is never too late for me to stop them.

Rage scowled slightly as he glanced at the black cage that was imprisoning him. The dagger in his hand moved at breakneck speed. The blade tore open the ground below and raised a cloud of dust in the process. But when it hit the dark cage, it seemed to be gobbled up. It barely made a sound. "Don't squander your time. The Hell Cage is an A-rank formation. Although we can't kill you, we can still trap you while we flee." The First Elder stated triumphantly.