Vortex Helluva Novels & Stories

And Danielle had become too blind, too taken by him to see who he really was. She looked at her wrist and saw the marks left by Jordan's steel grip. Charlotte remembered his cold, evil look that made her tremble. He frightened her like no man or woman ever before. Jordan wasn’t human, he was the devil in person. His presence was so toxic that she couldn’t breathe well when he was around. Charlotte knew she had to do something to send him away, preferably without putting her or Danielle in danger. For now, given that later she will meet him, and he would want to know if the envelope had been ‘delivered’, Charlotte had no other choice than to do what he had told her to.

When he got to where I was, he held out the tool for me to see clearly "Please." I continued struggling against the bindings desperately. When he reached out to grab my arm, I suddenly froze, closing my eyes and turning my face away. "You Thompsons have heartlessly killed so many of our kind. You killed even those who never killed a human for centuries. You've tortured us and hunted us like Prey." Venom dripped from his voice. The darkness in his eyes intensified as he trailed the knife over my skin teasingly. I couldn't stop trembling in utter terror.

The swirling force condensed rapidly, the air itself shimmering under its intense pressure. The hooded figure tilted his head, intrigued. “An S-level Wind Affinity? Rare indeed.” Marvin snorted dismissively. “Rare enough to end this fight quickly.” With that, he hurled the vortex forward at breakneck speed. The hooded figure barely had time to react, twisting his body just enough to avoid the brunt of the attack. The vortex continued on its path, striking an abandoned warehouse in the distance. The warehouse disintegrated in a spectacular explosion, the vortex morphing into a hurricane that tore through the rubble, scattering debris into the sky.

With no target, the Vortex slammed right into a few rogues engaged in a fight with a wolf, and they were all gone. Not even a wisp of blood, not even a drop, no scream, just gone, disappeared. Another vortex opened and spat out the bodies, they were crushed, intestines and organs spilled and mashed, weirdly enough there was no drop of blood. Like it had somehow separated the blood and body parts. Cold air washed over Ava and Aella at the fate they had barely managed to escape, “Fuck, what was that.” “A skill the watch can only use once. Good thing she already wasted it.” Aragon said gravely.

Kira had more chances of seeing it than him. "You can either follow her to find out or remain here," I walked closer to the signboard and touched it. "Alpha Hendrix K. Ajax of Lúa Infinita here to see the unnamed witch," I expected the snake to swallow me but instead, I felt my body warped into the signboard and the next thing I knew, I was falling from an orange vortex with purple lightning flashes. The force of the vortex was like falling into a powerful and angry hurricane and then getting thrown into a whirlpool with body-ripping electricity surging through it.

The sky over Aethel-Luna had changed from a scene of migration to a storm of deep anger. The Hollowed, the combined consciousness of the Swarm that had failed to capture a "Neo-Kin" vessel, had formed into a single, screaming force. It was a "Mind-Cyclone," a mile-high whirl of violet static and sharp data shards that turned the air into ozone and memory.

Slow mornings with the devil. Who knew hell could feel this good?

The call to the Vortex of Timeless Ecstasy echoed through every layer of reality. We answered, manifesting within the swirling currents. Silas pulled me into the flow, driving his massive cock into my cunt as the vortex spun us. Rook claimed my ass from behind, his enormous length stretching me wide. Wren’s light spiraled around us, his fingers and tongue teasing my clit and nipples as we were fucked in the spinning currents. The Vortex Sanctum became a whirlwind of bodies and bliss.

He was running so fast he was pulling the air out of the center of the whirlpool, creating a perfect, frictionless vacuum directly above the Hive-Mind. "Now!" I roared. I didn't unhook the cable from Torin. I unhooked it from my left arm. The sudden release of tension at Mach 3 violently catapulted me out of the slipstream. I didn't fly sideways. I fell perfectly straight down, dropping directly into the dead center of the boiling, ten-mile-wide vortex. The heat of the magma rose to meet me. The crushing, localized pressure of the Hive-Mind’s exposed core pulsed beneath me.