Vortex Helluva Novels & Stories

It roared with a sound like a thousand dying hard drives, a cacophony of digital screams and static. Hecate Vane stood at the center of the vortex, her silver eyes gone completely black, her skin shimmering with a synthetic, oily sheen. She wasn't holding a traditional weapon; she was holding Maya and Marcus in a cage of jagged blue lightning that pulsed in time with the building's distorted heartbeat.

I couldn't move much. "Mmm relax little one, let me hold you for a while" he said in his husky voice. He tightly hugged me from behind by placing his head at the crook of my neck inhaling my scent and growled against my neck. I started to shiver badly. What the fuck? Are werewolves even real? OMG!!

He slowly knelt on the floor and grabbed both of her hands, she visibly flinched, “Please believe in every word that would come out of my mouth.” Olivia scrunched her brows and unconsciously bit her lip, “Go on.” Smiling, Lucius finally popped the truth. “I am a King from Hell. I have had help from both Emily and Victoria Davis to find for the woman that was destined for me and written in the scroll of prophecy. I need you, Olivia. My immortality is fading and I needed to marry the woman written in the scroll to retrieve my full immortality. I’m sure you noticed that you felt cold whenever our skin touch, it’s a sign. And now that I found you and you’re mine… we can go back to hell and marry

My wife, Anne Brighton, gives me a gray parrot. Every single day, it looks me in the eye and screeches, "Go to hell!" I send it to a parrot rehabilitation center, where they place it in a mirrored cage and play "I'm a good bird" on loop, three thousand times a day. Here's the thing—I've been reborn. In my past life, that parrot came into our home knowing only two phrases—"So ugly" and "Go to hell". At first, I believed it was merely mimicking what it had heard. But then my body began to fail. Sleep was the first to go. Every night, the same nightmare returned, and the same voice echoed through it, repeating those words over and over. "Go to hell." My appetite disappeared, and I wast

It sucked after a long overnight shift, but it beat a drunk driver walking away. Terry’s 1970 Corvette LT1 sits under a custom tarp so it escapes sun damage. The Vette is cherry red and gorgeous. If Terry wasn’t such a douche, I would have taken him up on his offer to drive the Vette around the block to check out how she handles. I also discovered that Terry’s offers are aliases for a quickie against the side of any semi-private shaded area he can find. I swear I couldn’t make this shit up. I’m even sure Terry has his Lothario locations mapped out. With these thoughts, imaginary, creepy-crawlies slide across my skin. Why does my life suck so bad that I need to come here in hopes of a new cas

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All the while the blush on my cheeks glowed brighter. “Not because I want to be there! I don’t! I really, really don’t want to go back to Hell. But, my friends are there. Hundreds of wolves are locked up in these,” I shook my wrists, showing off the blasted cuffs that kept me chained to Valefar. “Valefar has enslaved our kind and I cannot enjoy the Surface until my friends… my Hellion pack… are safe and sound up here too.” There was a moment of pure silence. I didn’t have anything else to say and Yvonne seemed to be letting my words sink in.

"Your taste is truly unique, going for a woman in her fifties. You two can spend the rest of your lives in prison. I'll even arrange for you two to be together in the same cell. That's how kind I am." Danny was so furious that his eyes turned red as blood trickled down. After the last arrest, they had treated his eyes. While he was a little better, his vision would never fully recover. His muscles locked tight as he roared, "You witch! You're all witches! All of you played me!" Just like I expected, the second he saw "Ruby", he broke through his restraints and punched her straight in the eye. The acid burns had not healed, and with that blow, her damaged skin peeled away and fell down.