Strangers From Hell Webtoon Novels & Stories

Strangers? "What are we to you? Strangers? Enemies? Or friends? You're the only one who can answer that question. Because you see, we admit that we are at fault here too. We're wrong for mistreating you. But if you see us as strangers now, we can still be friends anytime. Just don't come at us crying because they abused you. You see, if your man can kill a woman," she drops her hand and looked at me with cold, empty eyes.

Of course, what catches his attention he will get, even in a disgusting way! So..., what will happen to poor Helwi...? Look forward to the dark story of a different world. *****

the stranger's voice. He was standing at their back. He was wearing a cotton shirt and dirty pants ,while his feet were bare. "Who are you?" Raiden asks with suspicion. "I am Randolph. I am going home," The stranger introduced himself and pointed at the village. "You also lived in the village, huh! I haven't seen you once. Anyway, I am Raiden, and this is my girlfriend. Her name is Harriet," he nicely replied. "Nice to meet you two! Are you not going home?" Randolph asks.

Oswald turned around, and smiled coldly at him. Was the Stranger making fun of him at his own expense? Willy was uncertain about that. Willy rose to his feet groggily. Behind the grinning Stranger, there was a huge projected image of the whole landscape of the New York city. So, now: Willy realized that, he was in the stress Harvesting zone. Oswald the Stranger had been busy, identifying the dreadful Outsiders anywhere, and everywhere in New York. He would then quickly generate portals beneath them, forcibly making them fall down into their secure prisons.

Lorenzo asked rhetorically as he relaxed his back on his chair before clearing his throat to continue his speech. "This was a new venture for me a few years ago. It was something I stumbled upon because a friend of mine had a sister. You don't need to know all the details but the sister needed money badly. She didn't come from wealth and the only thing she felt she had to bargain for was with her virginity. To cut the story short, she put it on the internet, got a good price for it and went through the entire ordeal." "She never lived past that night." Lorenzo said, staring into Ricco's deep blue eyes and continued with the narration.

The boys quickly formed a defense stance behind each other giving me the chance to look at the source of such a strong voice. The tattooed stranger! “And who are you to tell us that?” The leading guy asked, his voice hard unlike that of a teenager he is. “Someone who can break your bones and dumb them in a police cell if you don’t leave this minute” he threatened It’s highly unhealthy how his strong command makes my painties wet in the face of danger. I must be going crazy.. The boys ran away in a matter of seconds leaving just the two of us in the area. “Uhhhm…. Thanks” I managed to say

The ground trembles lightly when their feet touch down. Aaron exhales. “Well.” His voice sounds darker now. “There they are.” Dylan frowns. “Who the hell are they?” Aaron’s eyes stay locked on the strangers. “Challengers.” My stomach twists. The tallest one steps forward. His voice echoes strangely, like two voices speaking at once. “We have arrived.” The sound crawls across my skin. Elias mutters behind us. “Great. They talk like horror movies.” The silver-eyed stranger studies us carefully.

With cautious steps, I gradually approach the shield, and to my astonishment, a small doorway materializes, granting me passage before sealing shut behind me. Slowly I venture further into the depths, ethereal figures resembling dancing flames emerge, their presence growing more pronounced as I draw nearer to the entrance. Overwhelmed by a mix of fear and curiosity, I halt in my tracks, uncertain of the mysteries that lie ahead and the purpose behind their beckoning call. “Fear not, Skyler, for we stand by your side as your unwavering guardians! We are the formidable warriors of the underworld, known as Hell's soldiers, ready to shield you from any harm that may come your way.” they whisper