Surrender Hell Novels & Stories

Submission. And I wasn't ready to surrender but now that I had signed the contract, there was no going back. “Next”. He said with a smile and I had a very bad feeling about that one. “Follow me. We're going to my dungeon”.

The blood-stained scroll in my hands felt like it was burning through my skin, the weight of Draven’s message settling deep into my bones. The single word, *Surrender*, echoed in my mind like a death knell. The faces around me were tense, a mix of fear and anger rippling through the pack as they realized the gravity of what lay ahead.

Sloane wakes up to her phone blowing up. The blurry tunnel photo has gone semi-viral on soccer gossip accounts. Sloane jolted awake in her bed as her phone vibrated nonstop on the nightstand. The screen lit up with dozens of notifications. She grabbed it with a sinking feeling in her gut and clicked on the first link. The blurry tunnel photo stared back at her from multiple soccer gossip accounts. Two figures locked in passion, one clearly on her knees. Comments flooded in fast. Some mocked the rivalry, others speculated wildly about secret affairs between coaches. Her stomach twisted with fear. This single image could destroy years of hard work. Sloane sat up quickly, heart racing, and thre

"And my time as a demon will be over soon...my next destination will be purgatory or the maybe, lake...of fire…" "No!" John sternly insisted. Surrender by Natalie Taylor plays into the scene as Massaca stooped on one knee, with his head downcasted. P'rhaps this was the last before the lights instantly faded.

They didn't run. Slowly, as if they were a single organism, the hundreds of survivors sank to their knees in the black mud of the coast. They bowed their heads toward the Spire, their hands pressed together in a mockery of prayer. "What are they doing?" I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs. Dante leaned over the railing, his obsidian arm humming with an indigo light. "They’re surrendering." But as the survivors raised their heads to look at us, the "Sync" in my mind didn't turn silver. It didn't turn violet. It went completely, terrifyingly dark.

For the first time in my life, I felt strangely free. I had spent so long trying to control everything; trying to be good enough, trying to make Ethan stay, trying to hide how broken I was. But here, being completely controlled, used, and passed around... I didn't have to think. I didn't have to decide. I didn't have to pretend. All I had to do was surrender. And somehow, that surrender felt liberating.

Which Hel did to Max who looked sluggish. ‘We have to run.’ Jor said not liking the idea, but what other choice did they have? He went out the back, and Hel grabbed Max who was unsteady and ran with him. Several yards away he stopped and the house was being destroyed, they weren’t seen leaving it yet. Surt was destroying it, and they could see others coming. However Jor knelt down and Hel came to a stop next to him. Max seemed to be having a harder time breathing and collapsed to his knees.

12 months ago Italy Hell. A place regarded in various religions as a spiritual realm of evil and suffering, often traditionally depicted as a place of perpetual fire beneath the earth where the wicked are punished after death. Well, that's how our holy scriptures describe it anyway. And if it's true in every sense, then Romero mansion could be one of the kernels of that sinful fire. Lola shuddered at her thoughts, gripping the rosemary hard between her bony fingers. With bloodshot eyes, she stared at the giant chandelier unblinking. Not once her moistened eyes dried. She tried her best to block the entire world and concentrate on the divine power that supports us in time when all doors are c

BOOK 3: Chapter 43: The Edge of Surrender God, she can’t stop laughing—breathless, reckless laughter tumbling from her lips as her back presses hard against the wall, her body caught between resistance and surrender. Her chest rises and falls, lips parted, eyes fluttering like they can’t decide whether to stay open or shut. Adrian's touch is relentless, and her mind, her reasoning, everything that once rooted her firmly in right and wrong, dissolves into something shapeless.

“To obtain the real mnemonia, you must give up your mortal body.” Lethe’s answer puzzled Luna. She asked, “What do you mean by my mortal body?” Lethe explained, “There are two types of contracts in Hell. The first is the soul-selling contract. After signing it, your soul may be devoured. The second is the mortal-body contract. After signing it, your mortal body will completely disappear.” Luna fell silent at the explanation. Her mortal body disappearing meant that she might never be able to go back. Lethe looked at her intently and asked, “So, do you still want the mnemonia?”