Raze Hell Novels & Stories

Neela asked. “Even if they did, it’s pointless!” Samson said. “The core of the spell formation in Raze City is under Zephyr’s control, and Sun Shrine is backing him. Whoever dares to stick their head out will have to face a death blow from both forces. Who would dare to stand up and basically send themselves to death?” Alex knocked his head and said, “The core of the formation, where is it?” Samson froze. “Y-You… What the heck are you going to do?”

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.

she said tapping her well manicured index finger on the desk. He nodded and made a call. Soon enough,his office was filled with different colors of fabrics. Kylie rose to her feet,her steps in a glorified way as she ran her fingers across the fabrics. "This,this,this,this and this." she said almost immediately pointing out purple,sunset yellow,emerald green,crimson red and gold. She was about to leave when her eyes caught two colors,cobalt blue and white. "Add those two." "Very nice choice miss Shell." Rick said smiling.

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.

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.

Raising her hands to her face and dragging her elbows through the mud she managed to clear her eyesight. She wanted to scream so badly at the sight of tall pine trees looking over her, but didn't want a mouth full of mud. She raised up, on all fours and then sat on her heels. She stared up at the dark sky, hoping for the rain to wash her face but as if by a sick joke; the rain fall became minimal. She furrowed her brow and groaned, through her hood over her head and raising to her feet. She spotted her bag in the mud and grabbed it begrudgingly.

“I’ll find you!” She said in her thoughts as the night started to pass. The new dawn approaches where hope still rises. AZRAEL THE LAST PSYCHOPOMP "to kill or to save: choose your purpose" Written by: Chavinsky Y.E

BOOK 3: THE HEART OF THE HAUNTER If I could be with you tonight I would sing you to sleep Never let them take the light behind your eyes I’ve failed and lost this fight Never fade in the dark Just remember you will always burn as bright —My Chemical Romance, The Light Behind Your Eyes * * Too Busy to Call

Whatever came next – whatever gods or monsters rose from the ruins – they would never take them from me. I would protect us — with all the fury of HELL!

So, I could not try and track her down, I pulled out my phone and called Zac. “I need you to get back here now” I yelled into the phone. “On it” I heard tyres screeching and assumed that he was doing a u turn to come back to me. I was not safe here anymore. The only way to get rid of evidence was to burn the place down. Thankfully the place was not under my name, so nothing would come back to me. As I waited for Zac I doused the place in gasoline. I stood outside smoking a cig while waiting as soon as he pulled up I flicked my butt towards the house and then watched as the gasoline caught and the house I had tortured and killed so many women started to burn.