Vortex Helluva Novels & Stories

If I cannot bend the will of Heaven, I shall move Hell. His lips moved ceaselessly as he chanted a Latin spell, his eyes lit up and hell magic, wrapped around his arm, started to twist and turn into a violent tornado. The blood-red magic blackened and blended into black until it seemed as if the whole thing was absorbing light into its dark abyss. He was dimly aware of more bodies surrounding him and being enveloped into his ring of protection, their familiar energies boosting him while he finished up the spell. "Ad undas." To hell. He spat.

It swiftly formed a slowly rotating vortex. Yegor widened his eyes. “This... this is Yianni’s top-tier Supernatural Signature Skills, the Marciais Soul Vortex?” “The Marciais Soul Vortex...” Lady Herodias’ voice trembled, “Is it the Dawn Supernatural Power that can ignore formations and restrictions, tear through space at will, and even cross space-time?”

Hell shook beneath them, the scorched earth trembling to the fury of the unsealed Gate. Fire hissed from cracks in the canyon, molten veins snaking across the ground as though Hell itself recoiled at the surge of Void and Chaos. Lucifer's wings spread wider, a majestic color of black and blood red highlights, feathers dripped molten shadows that hissed on the floor. Allistair's Chaos shimmered across his skin in luminous arcs, feeding into Lucifer's power as they stepped through the opened Gate.

Return it to its original place, which is the depths of Hell. ****************************** He rose from his shrine, subjugated by the survival instinct that urges him to search for a source of sustenance at any cost that needs to be subsisted. Now and now, otherwise his liver will be damaged and his heart will collapse within a few hours. He opened his confused eyes, the smell of blood with his senses awakening him from his slumber, he turned around and watched his surroundings ripple around him, but the strong smell led him to his arm, which he raised. He shredded it directly with his teeth to sip what it contained.

Arion looked hopeful as if I would agree. “Yeah, and we don’t hate you. How could we ever hate you?” Arrow looked confused. “Yeah, you are way too cute, and smart, and” Arion paused looking for the word. “Sexy,” Arrow said. His eyes darkened before turning back to the usual amber color. Was I in some sort of alternate universe? What was happening here? That’s it, I died. I died and this is my hell. The Hell twins like me, Darren betrayed me, yup. I’m dead and have gone to hell.

“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the

Was he in an attic? As Gabriel dragged himself up by the sink, he realised that he had no clothes on, not even his boxers. He looked in the mirror, bloody hell he looked like shit, and when had he grown a beard and a full tattooed sleeve. Fuck, this was crazy. Gabriel studied the tattoo's, there were tribal designs on his arm and along his shoulders, and along his chest were letters, he could read them in the mirror the letters were part of the swirly design. "I love you with all my heart." Gabriel frowned, this was scary, there was a picture of a man on his chest above his heart, even in the tattoo this man was good looking. Was this a joke? He turned the cold water tap on and put his mouth

she chuckled at her joke. “Earth and wind could make a tornado,” she knew that wind was my strongest ability, so all of her examples included my wind ability. “What is it going to be like?” I blurted out my question to her, “The battle when Hermes opens the portal that could let the angels and demons loose… what will it be like?” Kora took one of the red roses and plucked it, holding it in her palm, the rose slowly melted and began dripping between her fingers, looking like blood. I nodded my head in understanding.

I positioned my other hand in Baltazar’s direction and created a vortex by moving my arms in a circular motion. His eyes widened, releasing black and red smoke all at once, followed by a fire blast. But the vortex contained all the elements, and Baltazar swirled with them inside. As I move my arms faster, so does the maelstrom that carries Balatazar’s body. I could hear him roar in an eerie sound without even seeing him. I slowly dragged the mouth of the vortex near the black hole without reducing its speed. As the whirlpool neared the opening, Baltazar’s scream got louder. The vortex slid inside the hole and went spiraling down to its deepest. I listened as his voice slowly faded into nothi

If I cannot bend the will of clan, I shall move Hell. His lips moved ceaselessly as he chanted a Latin spell, his eyes lit up and hell magic, wrapped around his arm, started to twist and turn into a violent tornado. The blood-red magic blackened and blended into black until it seemed as if the whole thing was absorbing light into its dark abyss. He was dimly aware of more bodies surrounding him and being enveloped into his ring of protection, their familiar energies boosting him while he finished up the spell. "Ad undas." To hell. He spat.