The Hellfire Club Book Novels & Stories

She doesn't even wait for me to get out before opening her door and standing tall, looking at the front of the club with curiosity. “You look disappointed.” She glances at me as if surprised I called her out for the emotion visible on her face and lifts a shoulder. “I expected more, I guess.” That seems like a reasonable enough response, and I know it in my head. Club Red may not look like much on the outside, but that is a dangerous stance to take because the club isn’t about what's going on at the facade, it's about what's happening within. “Always dangerous to judge a book by its cover.”

There was only a look of finality. "Your hell," Clara said softly, though it was unclear whether she was speaking to Rebecca or to Ethan, "Begins now." After that, Clara picked up the urn and walked away into the heavy shadows of the crematorium. Rebecca lay alone on the cold ground, knife still in her chest, blood slowly soaking into the earth beneath her. A faint ambulance siren sounded far away, but she could no longer hear it clearly. Her eyes stayed open as she stared into the gray sky.

For the chapel, the only change involved removing the blasphemous inverted crosses and obscene statues to replace them with artefacts more in keeping to a place of worship, or rather, Christian worship. His task completed, Alex turned to some of the more salacious chapters he’d noted when Penny had first given him the book. He discovered the Mephisto Club were a veritable coven of pseudo-warlocks, sadists, and perverts who indulged in black magic at its darkest and brought misogyny to new heights. Membership exclusively male, women were only admitted to whatever part of the proceedings chosen for them—usually abuse and torture, often death. Fortunately, for the Club, but rather less so for t

“What the hell?” “Mini portal. He ordered a book from their library by the looks of it. Where do you think the more interesting tomes went when the Library of Alexandria burned? Do you think they’d let their destruction happen? Well, they only took what they hadn’t copied. But you didn’t hear that from me. He gets them because of who he’s subbing for. Otherwise, this wouldn’t be happening. He’d be going to them.” Yolanda whispered to him. “Oh, come on, I’m just joking. Well, I hope I am. I wouldn’t know. But they’re known for their extensive knowledge and libraries. Fianna has the most knowledge on how to deal with supernatural creatures. When I mean to deal with them. It entails killing or

“He became the mind of an underground organization formed to lure people who possesses the eye of the devil which could open the doors to hell.” Scott halted at the last sentence of the first page. For a brief moment, his mind seems to have crossed a different path, urging his hands to fan the pages towards the latter and what he discovered next froze him at one point when he confirmed his thoughts. “The man now stares at the book to where his life story has been written, failing to notice the creature looming above him…”

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

She didn't make friends easily, and the fact that she willingly followed the Sitnikov girl into a seedy gambling den told him that she would listen to her friend when she told her to stay away from Tyson King. With an annoyed sigh, Tyson picked up his water glass and swallowed half of the liquid before placing the glass carefully on the table. He wanted a cigar, but smoking wasn't allowed in the club, an amusing fact considering the illegal nature of the underground casino's existence. Khalid Mahdavi, the current owner, didn't enjoy the smell stinking up his establishments. Tyson's finger twitched around the unopened Cohiba he had placed on the table in anticipation of a smoke break before h

A fox man releases thy soul of the red flame royalties, a lone man releases thy soul of the black flame royalty and the green flame royalty releases thy soul of the once beholder of thy flames. Niffa was confused, furrowed, and felt a little longing to seek more. The book’s context was perplexing and too old from the way it was written and the way the writer tells. Rico was confused as well, he knew that the green flame holder was Niffa, but what about the once beholder that the book is talking about? They continued reading the next page, it says,

Why were they there, and what did they want? They were no longer the hooded men. The girl smelled smoke and gunpowder as, startled, the rest of the group cringed as they looked at the figure standing in the doorway. "IGNIS." And a huge wave of fire swept through the rest of the house. She ducked, narrowly escaping the infernal wave of heat that tore through the structure of the house in seconds, taking with it the men dressed in black. Raising her head again, Lariel saw that the fire was too bright to be ordinary, and that the flames were not spreading as they should. Magic.

Grandpa won’t have a reason not to pass it to dad when he retires. So, I figured I’d surprise Damian at his office. I really wanted to see what he actually did all day. Since he’s the ‘Romancer’ for the Familia, I already knew there are way too many thirsty whores circling around him, and I needed to remind everyone: he’s mine. I arrived at Heaven to Hell just after eleven. The club was closed, but all the lights were on. The place is sleek, dark and seductive. In the center was a glass display case showcasing bondage toys and high-end kink gear. Some of it looked... intriguing.