Surrender Hell Novels & Stories

Hell said and withdrew his dagger from Labret's chest. Hell walked away from him without looking back at him, Hell did feel any pity at him because even to his last words he never felt any regret in his action that he did to all those innocent people he killed. “Guys take your leave, now.” Trent said on their earpiece. Hell carried Heaven in his arms while Lucas got assistance from Seth who was also wounded. Chaos helped him guide him out when his eyes caught River sitting on the floor while tying a piece of cloth on his leg to stop from bleeding.

"WELCOME, CONTENDERS…TO THIS YEAR'S WILDER GAMES!" The voice is cruelly cheerful. "You thirty criminals have been granted the rarest of mercies. Survive thirty days inside the Killground…and you walk free. Should you be caught by any of our hunting Warlords, you may CHOOSE: surrender your body and become whatever the Warlord chooses…or resist, and be torn apart." Several prisoners whimper. I roll my neck until it pops. "When the gun goes off, you run. Supplies, backpacks, food caches, weapons, are hidden throughout the territory. First come, first serve. Survive…or Surrender. Countdown begins NOW."

A message from Heros appeared on the screen: “Warehouse hit. Liora is safe with us. Come back when you can.” I pocketed the phone and took a deep breath. The Black Velvet was just another front. The real war was only beginning. And Liora was at the center of it. I looked at the chaos around me — the blood, the broken glass, the smell of destruction. And I smiled. They wanted war? They’d get one. The last enemy was still on his feet, staggering, defeat written across his face. The amber lights of the bar cast distorted shadows over him, turning his expression into a grotesque mix of frustration and pure terror.

His opponent—a hulking brute named Ivan—slammed him into the ground and didn’t stop until Dmitri stopped moving. When they dragged Dmitri’s body away, I vomited. By the end of the first month, we were down to twenty. By the third, ten. The weak were weeded out—not just by the fights, but by exhaustion, starvation, and despair. One night, I found Alexei hanging from the rafters in the barracks. No one spoke. We just cut him down and buried him in silence. Vasily found us the next morning. He didn’t even blink at the fresh grave.

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ SORA ☠️ I’m so screwed. I was screwed… but I’ve never been more screwed in my life than this current situation I find myself in. I’m still breathing heavily from sprinting down to find somewhere to hide, my legs hurting so bad that I doubt I’ll ever heal. And, Oh, the horror! This messed-up place smells so bad. My nose is under attack by a stinky cloud so powerful I might just faint right here on the floor.

We took Nivi to hospital and waited for her test results. Each and every second I stood outside of every test room was like I am passing through an eternity. Under me it was hell of fire where I was burning in that. There is no hell or heaven after death it's all in our life. Now I am getting all punishments for what aI did to that girl and I am in hell. Like my naani said bad people will treated very badly in hell by burning alive in fire.

Some part of the hedge seemed to close in over the top, making the passageway dark and cold, and it was always a relief to walk back into the warm and sunny part of the path. As Millie got to the first turning, she wondered if she should go on. Almost immediately there were turns left and right; she looked further on, there was no point going right from here the hedge went about ten feet and then stopped in a dead-end, and there was a pretty statue of a nude on a plinth in the centre of its curve. Gabriel scratched his head with one of his drumsticks; they were sitting in the control room of their woodland studio. "A party, here?"

Nicola's voice remained calm. Sebastian's voice trembled. "Nicola, I know I was wrong. I'll change. I've lost the family. All I want is you..." Nicola interrupted him, "The moment that emerald pendant shattered, you're dead to me. I'm free now and happy." The call ended, and the dial tone echoed in the empty room. Sebastian slumped to the floor, staring at the television screen. The news was showing a banquet in Sicily, Italy.

All I felt was an endless sense of absurdity and a deep, cold sadness. The sirens arrived quickly. Red and blue lights cut through the sunshine and shattered the false peace that had hung over the estate all day. The guests who had been laughing and chatting just moments before fled in every direction, like they were trying to escape a plague. The front gates of the Sands estate were sealed off with white tape before the afternoon was out. The scene shifted to a cold interrogation room. Harsh fluorescent lights bore down on Mom and Dad, making every detail of their embarrassment impossible to hide. A thick autopsy report was dropped onto the metal table in front of them with a loud slap, kic