Strangers From Hell Webtoon Novels & Stories

, I stumbled away from the beast, my legs shaking. The creature’s attention was torn between me and the figure above.Another spear flew through the air, striking the beast in the shoulder. It roared again, its massive body twisting in pain.“Over here!” the voice called, throwing down a rope.I grabbed the rope with trembling hands, wincing as the fibers bit into my injured palms. “Who are you?” I shouted, my voice barely audible over the beast’s growls.“Does it matter?” the voice replied. “Climb if you want to live!”The beast shook off its pain and turned its glowing eyes back to me.“Oh, come on!” I muttered, gripping the rope tightly. “Why can’t you just stay down?”The figure threw another s

Curiosity punched into her system, and she called, “Who are you? Do you live nearby? And what are you doing here at this hour?” “He’s coming for you… too,” the stranger said without turning to face Heather. “Who?” “He’s coming for you too… he’s coming for you too… he’s coming for you too. And this time, he’ll not leave. He’ll eat, he’ll roast, and you’ll cry and die,” the stranger chuckled, a maddening noise that reverberated. Heather covered her ears, afraid if she listened anymore, she’ll consider herself a demented cow.

Because behind him stood six armed men. The contrast was impossible to ignore. The stranger studied me carefully. Then nodded. "Aria Markovic." I was getting tired of strangers knowing my name. "Who are you?" I asked. The man placed a hand over his chest. "Julian Mercer." The name meant nothing to me. But Gabriel sighed heavily. Which told me it should mean something. "I'm guessing you're not here to help," Gabriel said. Mercer smiled politely. "That depends on your definition of help." Marcus groaned softly.

That was as generous as Valefar was going to get. The choice of men was vast. There were a variety of shapes and sizes. A palette of hair colours and skin tones. Some had tattoos. Some had piercings. Some were clearly werewolves Valefar had kidnapped from the Surface, while others were very much original Hellhounds. Monsters woven from shadow and fire; created, rather than birthed. The creatures Diana said tore my people to pieces on the Duskborne’s doorstep.

The whole crowd cheered in response "Ahhhhhhhhh" Vokan yelled as his body radiated a great energy while the sky rumbled, a great blast shook the entire the realm from it's hinges as the ground reverberated constantly and splitted I lnto two, the whole crowd struggled to gain their stance as some strange creatures whose body were on fire erupted from the ground while some had greenish bodies with horns, Vokan smile as the creatures kept erupting from the ground "Behold the Creatures of destruction, My creatures of Hell!!".....

I handed it back to him without looking at him. “There,” I said, trying to sound indifferent, as if this was just another regular moment in my day. “I’ll call you,” he promised, his smile almost mischievous as I turned to leave. “And I’m Evan by the way” he called out,But I didn’t feel like I was walking away from a stranger anymore.

She looked around one last time before she exited the building with tears threatening to fall. ....................................... ( The following day ) Ivy threw her head back as she sighed, her driver pressing the horn repeatedly, they were heading home from an hectic day at work and there seemed to be a hold up at the front. Something suddenly caught her attention from the far corner of her eyes , she turned her head towards the side glass, her eyes glued on a stranger walking a sleek black cat along the sidewalk. A familiar thrill ran down her spine, could it be? Taking a deep breath, she bolted out of her car and approached the familiar stranger. " Hey there!" Ivy called out, her he

I added the last sentence when I noticed how the woman standing in front of me kept staring at me like I had grown two horns. “You can go back to your table Alice, she’s coming with me!” He ordered the chubby and rude woman who bowed quickly and walked away from us but she did it backwards before finally facing her front. She turned around to stare right into my eyes and I saw the disgust and anger there, her look was so creepy and intense, that it had my skin crawling. “What’s with Sean’s workers and their obsessions with him?” I asked Brian who was already leading me to another wing of the enormous and high ceiling building.

"Well, I hope you don't blame me if I can barely participate in a dialogue. I've got a lot of troubles on my mind, and the last thing I need is a distraction." "No," Max insisted. "Everything you need is a good distraction." Chloe sighed, standing up and reaching for the drink of water her parched throat badly needed. Stress had a way of making her ill. "Just send me your house address, and you won't regret this," Max continued. Chloe ended the call, eroding her throat with water. Was she about sending her house address to a complete stranger?