Vortex Helluva Novels & Stories

'The hell is wrong with this game? …

Maria felt her heart pound painfully. “That’s not just power,” Elias said. “It’s pulling something.” Morrow looked frightened for the first time. “He’s opening something,” she said. Helios finally broke free from Orion’s water prison, flames bursting outward. “You fool!” Helios shouted at Vega’s image. “You’ll destroy everything!” Vega’s smile didn’t fade. “Not destroy,” he corrected. “Replace.” The sky above the city began to swirl like a giant black whirlpool. Wind howled.

[The Zero-Point Horizon] The extraction was not a rescue; it was a violent exfiltration through the throat of a storm. The helicopter—a matte-black Ghost-6 with no markings—clawed its way through the Tuscan fog, its rotors screaming against the turbulence. Inside the cramped, vibrating cabin, the air was thick with the scent of copper, ozone, and the overwhelming, terrifying heat of Dante Moretti.

Kayo flips through the rain, tails glowing brighter, foxfire mixing with blood droplets into pink-violet fireworks. Rowan’s gravity spell stabilizes—pages stop tearing. Nerida’s tentacles brighten, voids purring content. Remy rides beside me, hand brushing mine mid-carve. **Remy (mind-to-mind, pack bond warm):** “Show us the new stuff, Luna.” I grin. Chain into **Blood Hurricane**—controlled vortex. A 200-meter blood tornado spins up around the main pipe—razor edges contained, pulling us higher, faster, safer.

Feel betrayed already? Either man or woman, your lover might let you down one day The bass in Velvet Room pulsed like a heartbeat made of neon and regret. Bodies moved against each other under violet light, drinks poured over glittering rims and the hum of scandal traveled faster than any song played by the DJ.

said Crimson to Violet. "I took it to the precinct." They turned to find that the woman was no longer on the ground. "Crimson, look out!" Violet cried before shoving him to the side and Crimson watched while his female counterpart got blasted by a bolt of lightning that was intended for him. Her body suddenly burst into a wave of purple light. "Violet, no!" Crimson dashed to where she had been standing but there was nothing there except for the purple haze that still glowed from the aftermath of the blast.

Time passed, slowly at first, one hour, then two, and with it came hunger and thirst and the air growing thinner, all of it bearing down on their already frayed nerves until the hallucinations started. Dad suddenly shot his arm out and pointed into the dark, his voice cracking with terror. "Stay back! Stay back!" What he saw wasn't an empty room. It was me, dozens of me, drenched in blood, reduced to skin and bones, rust water still dripping from my chin. I crawled out of the walls and fell from the ceiling and surrounded them from every side. Mom saw them too. She reached out into the air with both hands, tears and snot running down her face.

He was leading her to a pillar and she knew what was coming next. She shot her leg out and pushed back with all her might and he had to go back, and that enraged him and he threw her backwards and she landed hard on her shoulder. Takahiro was over her and held onto her head and banged it against the mat. That made her dizzy. He held her up and his arm was round her neck and she tried pulling at his arm. Black spots were dancing in her vision. She couldn’t breathe.

He clenched his fists, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface as the question echoed unanswered. Above, the heavens remained fractured, the jagged split in the sky visible only to those cursed to perceive it. Victor could see it clearly, the unsettling rupture that tore across the clouds like a scar. It was a sight that defied reason, a glimpse into the realms beyond that few could endure without losing their sanity. Those attuned to the demonic pathways—Victor, Saoirse, and others like them—were bound to its haunting presence, a grim reminder of the chaos lurking just beyond the veil.