Surrender Hell Novels & Stories

the priest began, his voice deep and resonant, filled with ancient power. “With my blood,” Damian repeated, feeling the words reverberate through his body. “With my life.” “With my life.” “I surrender myself.” “I surrender myself.” “To the darkness.” “To the darkness.” As the final words left his lips, the water surged up around him, pulling him under. Time seemed to stretch into eternity, the world above fading away. When he finally emerged, gasping for breath, he was no longer the same.

Dominance settling around him like a second skin. “This is the Surrender Rite,” Kane said. “You know what it requires.” Patrick nodded once. “Surrender,” Kane continued, “is not collapse. It’s not breaking. It’s not a weakness. It was clarity. You yield the part of you that fights the wrong battles so you can win the right ones.” Patrick held Kane’s gaze. “I understand the principle.” “You understand the words,” Kane said. “Not the cost.” Kane stepped into Patrick’s space, close enough that Patrick felt heat radiating off him. “Strip.”

“Can’t make it as a dancer, probably won’t get a job in whatever fucking career path you chose as a plan B. You’ll go back to living on your mommy’s couch and working twelve-hour shifts at a gas station until you rot of old age.” “No.” I’m shaking. Trembling with anger. How dare he talk to me like that? “No, I’m going to succeed. And your demons are going to drag you back to Hell where you belong.” He smiles. “If I belong in Hell, so do you.” He takes his drink and sips it, then extends his arm. I watch his hand, watch the glass. Watch it happen in slow motion, but I can’t fucking do anything as he tips it over my head.

On the day of the departure they all dressed up, well prepared and ready for whatever they were going to face for the sake of survival. Or were they? "Fucking bastard. You said we won't meet any of this killer trees if we follow the 'yellow road.'" Ten cursed loudly. Refiling his gun with ammunition he fired aimlessly behind him. Yellow road on Ten's term. (The 'safe' path Salvador had marked out.) "Well don't blame me." Salvador breathed heavily. Multitasking between talking and running from a hoard of vines that carved for his flesh. "It isn't my fault that the area around the underground base is surrounded by a coal mine."

There was a 4-wheel SUV parked next to it as well as a yellow Ferrari sportscar that--- Well, what the hell was that even doing out in the woods? And how did it get here in one piece?! “If I cared more, I’d probably give you a speech, but I don’t so listen up, because I’m only saying this once,” I said, as I stepped up next to Ashton, making a mental note to sell that piece of crap the second I got my hands on the papers for it. “I’m Alpha Dargan Hellson and I’m your new alpha. The man you see with me is my Beta, Ashton. You can call him Beta Ashton.”

Heavy artillery aimed directly at our walls. General Thorne stood near the front, looking up at the Sanctuary, his figure small but imposing against the rising sun. He raised a hand, signaling the time was up. A loudspeaker boomed his voice across the clearing and into our halls. “Your time is up Raven Villareal. Theron Calder. Surrender now or be destroyed.” Inside the control room, I stood beside Theron and Leo. Theron pressed a button. His voice echoed out, loud and clear, amplified by the Sanctuary’s powerful speakers.

Cassidy asked, looking around them at all of the tunnels leading off into darkness. “Yeah, that’s right,” Christian said. “There are thirty-seven of them. That one over there actually goes to hell, not a portal, but if you don’t believe me and wanna try it out for yourself, go ahead.” “Hell?” Scott asked for all of them. “Like… an actual pit of fire or--” “No, dumbass,” Christian said, finally finished with his last weapon, which he kept in his hand. “Hell is not a fiery pit any more than heavy is floaty clouds and little naked babies hopping around on rainbows. It’s just another dimension where everything sucks.”

The heat never left them, somehow worse than when they were actually in the sun. And Blood would say, “you can confess your sins and turn yourself in, granting a reprieve from this hell,” he swirled the ice cubes around as the sweat from their bodies started to steam, “or, you can experience what hell has to offer every time you close your eyes while you still live and still meet me in the underworld.” Then he dropped them into their waiting seven circles of hell to witness every personalized torment each ring had waiting for them. When they finally awoke in terror, Blood was waiting with that same glass of lemonade. “So, what will it be?”

Ezra whispered in absolute surrender, his weeping no longer fueled by terror, but by the profound love and agony he had bottled up in isolation for so long. Ezra’s slender arms, which had previously been striking out in defense, slowly migrated upward, wrapping tightly around Darren’s robust neck, pulling the man deeper into his embrace. Ezra surrendered to their cruel destiny. He arched his body in total submission, welcoming the unchecked, escalating onslaught of Darren’s passion as the billionaire violently stripped the remnants of their clothes, leaving them discarded across the quiet apartment floor.

In a desperate plea for mercy, he shouted, his voice cracking. "I surrender!" he cried, throwing his head down in submission, the raw terror in his voice undeniable. His plea was the spark that ignited the others around him. One by one, the men from Cora’s clan dropped to their knees, surrendering to Natalie, their heads bowed in shame. Some, unable to fathom living in a world without their Alpha, chose to take their own lives rather than face the wrath they knew was coming. But Natalie wasn’t finished. Her voice broke the quiet, a shout that rang with authority and anger. "This is not the ending!"