Strangers From Hell Webtoon Romane & Geschichten

The wooden stairs split in half. Terah wouldn't like the scenery she will saw if she ever open her eyes today. The man tried for the second time, but Zachary already anticipated the act, and before the sword landed on his body, he let out a mighty blow. The man landed on the wall. He shrieked in pain, attempted to stand. Zachary went for the kill. After a couple of minutes, the fight was done—the three of the unknown strangers. Zachary checked the three for any identities but found none. No tattoos. They were merely assassins sent by someone to kill his sleeping mate. Whoever wanted his mate dead was giving an excellent impression. Upon remembering the woman, he rushed to her room only to fi

The horizon was all flushed with it ... great bands of gold and flame , stretching as far as the eye could see , and overhead a limpid green rather like that seen in Egyptian skies . Jerry McGurtrie realized that he was not alone ; a girl was standing with her back to him staring across at the sunset - a young , slender girl with dark hair blown about by the wind , shoes with heels much too high for her , and a dress of the softest crêpe de Chine trimmed with fur . He trod very gently until he was only a few feet away from her . ' Hello , Big Eyes ! ' he said .

a voice piped up as Stripes squeezed against me in an attempt to see the cause of the commotion “why are so many people looking at one woman?” “The Base is becoming childless” one of the strangers spoke without looking at us “Hemlock ordered it just now or something. They strangled one right in front of us too.” “Bastards” the other stranger breathed. “We shouldn’t stick around to watch this” Stripes grimaced and leant away from the railing “we should be laying low.” “You mean you should be” I corrected while more children and babies were thrown onto the growing pile “but maybe we should find Torch as well. You both are only children as well; you should get out of here while you can.”

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.

A stranger. What's wrong with my life?

I frown, thinking on how familiar the male's voice was, searching my mind for where I might have heard it before. "Tonight," The Strange man continues, shrouded in the covering of his cape. "We have new commerades, as well as not so new Counsellors who will mold our new recruits into our way of life. We have lost many over the last year." A heavy pause as others glance at each other, or still others grumble around me and I can't help observe the hatred in their eyes. Where the hell had I taken myself to? "This time around, we will take nothing for granted." The stranger bellows, throwing off his hood in the process and I gasp, taking a step back.

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