Seven Kings Of Hell Novels & Stories

"If any of you are Krim, I am going to rip you in half, just know that." "Why do you have a problem with Krim?" Ruby demanded as she pushed the others out of the way. "Who are you even?" Dagon laughed. "Just one of the Hell Princes, are you sure you want to get on my bad side right now? I really don't want to have to deal with you reapers too much." "Hell Princes?" Ruby frowned. "Are you the one that Lust mentioned?" "That would be me," Dagon bowed. "Dagon, Prince of Pestilence. It's why I created the seven sins."

Purity them replied causing both brothers to give each other looks. “So why are you interested in them?” Marcus then decided to ask her while sitting in the back sit. “Why should i not be? In America we don’t have a royal family so it’s sort of exciting to me that here in Netherlands they actually do that and have actual Kings, Queens and princes. I mostly see them on TV so wonder how they are like in real life.” Purity then replied both boys unaware of how they both sighed in relief when they realized she did not know the real truth.

I actually don't know what changed my mind, and even if I did know, I just couldn't see myself coming to terms with it. Hell was not what I had imagined at all. Who said it was a pit of flames? Given, it's very hot, but it's not on fire per se. The scenery is amazingly beautiful with glimmering lights and shining buildings throughout the realms. It was always nighttime in hell and the lower the level (descending), the hotter it was. There are ten levels of hell. Seven levels are dedicated to the Cardinal sins: pride, envy, wrath, greed, sloth, gluttony, & lust. The eighth and ninth levels are for demons and their quarters. The tenth level is reserved for the King.

He throws a hand in my direction, the motion meant to be dismissive. “Then why the fuck am I here? Any deals you make her won’t affect me in the slightest,” I drawl, running my tongue along my lower teeth. “We’re the last of the Dragon kings, Kael,” he snaps, his words coming out in a hiss. “Morgathra already has us by the balls. Our mines–”

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'

I smiled, watching my children's faces light up with excitement, feeling grateful for this peaceful moment amidst the chaos that had been brewing in our lives. As we finished our meal, Kevin's expression turned serious, and he leaned in, his voice low. "I have some news," he said, his eyes locking onto mine. "I received a message yesterday from my guys, I mean my childhood friends back at the castle. It seems that Sylvester, Uncle Ryan, and Sigurd are at war, each vying for control of the throne, Sigurd had turned against his master for the people's approval."

empty, not to retreat, not to coerce and relieve him from his hell, but to kill him and prove to everyone that he will no longer be the prey. On that day, everyone around him was waiting, waiting for him to retreat in order to pounce on them, the mighty king's monsters, who made a vow to themselves to turn their lives into hell from the moment they were born and did so by the most heinous means and ways. He looked around and saw their thirst for blood—beasts devoid of feelings of kindness and pity, machines made to kill without mercy.

"Thus the two kings were born." "The 1st king" he pointed to the left side of the centerpiece of the bracelet showing a man in a white robe and a golden crown with his hands raised to something that looked like a green flame. "The peace/wisdom king (Uchendu). And the 2nd king" he pointed to the right of the same centerpiece to show a man in a red outfit with the same posture and crown as the one on the left. "The warrior king (Obiagu)". Both kings looked like mirror images of each other and both raised their hands to the same green sun in the middle of the bracelet as if they worshiped it.

He said in a low voice, that made her grin like an idiot. "So bad." And he told, everything, holding nothing back, and she prayed it would be like this. Him and her, forever, come what may. °°°° ~After a fortnight~ "Men and women of Kingdom Brone! We are under siege! The Athànatoi are upon us! dark days draw near! Strong men of Kingdom Brone come forward and show your might, and fight for yours and mine, for all that was and will be, fight for Brone! May the creator Help us all!"

Fear of losing their mate because of their precious activities. "Those rumors about the Kings are fake love. Some of them might be indeed true but not all of them. I agree that the Kings are heartless and cruel. But what else can we imagine from them love? The Kings need to heartless and cruel in order to rule the whole supernatural world. If the Kings aren't heartless and cruel then will supernatural listen to them? No. They won't because they would have nothing to fear about. Crimes will increase in the supernatural world because there won't be anyone to control them, to make them terrified. You can't expect the Kings to be soft hearted love. Because if the Kings became soft hearted then i