Reign Hell Novels & Stories

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'

My name is Abigail Lynn Hale, I was eighteen when I fell in love with a demon and followed him to the realm of the dead to live happily ever after with him. While there, I met a Goddess who wanted the same thing as myself - equality for all the souls. Together, we devised a plan to destroy the system of Heaven and Hell and create a single realm for every soul to inhabit and receive the afterlife that they deserve based on the seven deadly sins, and with strategy and will, we successfully created this new realm, we named it Mercy.

τον κόσμο. Ξεπλύνετε τους δαίμονες μέσα στο ανθρώπινο μυαλό και εξοντώστε όλους τους διαβόλους, συμπεριλαμβανομένου του Βασιλιά της Σλένια. Έτσι, δώστε μας δύναμη και τις αξίες που χρειαζόμαστε ως άνθρωποι. Χρειαζόμασταν τη δύναμή σου για τα καλά. Συμπερασματικά, αυτό θα βοηθήσε ι την ανθρωπότητα και θα συνεχίσει να ζει σε καλύτερη ζωή, εάν επιτρέψετε να ενεργοποιήσετε το The Reign of a Thousand Truths." [Meaning: Let all be heard, all our statements in this chant. We, the four mark users, request that you shall spread all the truths inside these two books across the universe. Please, enlighten the humans, especially the children. We seek peace and unity in this world. Wash away the demons

And the man before me, with wide eyes and trembling hands, could do no more than watch me, to see the death that hell offered him. "I have condemned him for seven lives to hell," I ordered, making my voice sound with the strength of a legion of demons, with enough power to be heard in heaven and in hell, so that pandemonium was waiting for the fall of that sinful soul. The man's eyes were filled with the magenta magic of my body, while he was consumed by his sentence." I condemn him for seven lives of suffering. One for each kingdom. One for each reincarnation. My name is Arianna, I am the queen of hell, and I condemn you, a human sinner, for all your crimes against your own race. Your soul

he teased, I hate this man, him and all his wet towel handing over his waist and his tired wet hair hanging over his face, I could help but gulp. All those good unholy things those hands did to my body, comes back to mind, I want to experience them all over again. I am brought back to the earth by a chuckle, his annoying chuckle, “I am leaving,” I grumble. “You can use my shower if you want, I am not as greedy and mean as you,” he yells but I ignore him. As I open the door, I meet Esther who was about to knock on Heath’s door, what a lucky woman I am. It has officially been confirmed, I am hexed.

Why should I remain good to people after that? Sophia's head fell. They are on the same boat. He's lucky he still has battalion of soldiers who are still submissive to him, his wealth is still there and his mother is fighting to live. What about her? Even her dignity is gone and that's why she hates herself for loving Justin. "You never told me about this. West, revenge is sweet, but it also has its consequences. If you hurt them, you will be no different from them, I think you should…"

“Helion.” He said simply. Once again, my eyes lit up in horror. This was Helion. I was standing in the presence of the most powerful King to ever live, at least that was what I was told. I had heard so many stories about him and his abilities. He was so powerful, he was referred to as the Prince of Hell. “You're…” I couldn't bring myself to say the words. “The Prince of Hell, correct again Leiya.” He flashed me a sinister grin and his pupils glistened in bright red. The hairs on the back of my neck stood erect. If all the stories I read about him were true, he could snap my neck and not even have to move.

He knew this was my reckoning. Driven by a desperate, dying pride, Reign tried to strike one last time. But the window of my vulnerability had closed years ago. Maddox and the pack warriors moved with the lethal precision of a closing trap, their silver-laced presence forcing him into a tight circle of containment. I stood at the center of the storm, my claws extended and fire licking the edges of my fingertips like tame spirits. Reign’s gaze darted between me and Roman. The arrogance was gone, replaced by a fear that was thin, sharp, and unmistakably jagged. For the first time, he was looking at his daughter and seeing his demise.

His reputation precedes him: cruel, cunning, unashamedly arrogant. He waits until the crowd’s attention drifts back before stepping forward. “So this is Crescent Reign,” he says, voice loud enough to silence the chatter. “Built by the Luna who walked away from her mate, her pack, and her child. Quite the redemption arc.” The words fall like stones in a pond — ripples everywhere. I look up slowly. “Rydor,” I say, tone polite, sharp enough to draw blood. “I see you’ve practiced speaking without thinking.”

’ I'm nearly to the center of the circle when the door explodes inward. Reign stands in the doorway. He's covered in blood from a dozen small wounds, his clothes are torn, and there's a feral look on his face that I've never seen before. Not just fury. Something deeper. Something that goes all the way down to bedrock. He looks like a man with nothing left to lose. "Get the fuck away from my mate," he snarls. The words are deadly. That somehow makes them more terrifying than if he'd roared.