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“the hound of hell is the only way. He will come, burn, destroy and defeat, I’m his Banshee who he will soon meet. When he comes they better run, Because I have called and he will come. our souls intertwined as we become one. Together The queen will rise and with her, her king, the Banshee and her hellhound will live as one” The video ends but I just stand there in complete shock “What does this mean?” Drake asks, I look at him to answer “It means she’s the Banshee and he is her hellhound. ————————————————————— Drake just blinks at me, like he had no idea what to say yet I could feel the anxiety through our bond. I step forward taking his hand “It’s ok, it’s going to be fine” “Yeah we will f

He thinks with power he can conquer his star, his star precisely. The star that was snatched from him by his people and now he's adamant on getting his precious star back. So what will happen if both of their worlds collide with each other again? Will Anisha's life become hell after meeting him again? Or Will Vikram get back his light of the star in his dark world? Either way both of them will get something that will destroy one person completely at the end. Let's just see what will happen further. *********************************** ✨Hola! Surprise guys! Yes, you guys seeing it and it's real. As promised I'm back with a prequel of 'A Trip To Hell'

He approached her and crouched down to her level. Rayleigh glared at him. The drool from the Scout Demon streamed down her arm and her shirt tore in multiple places. "Where did you bring me?" She demanded of him. "Oh honey, if you couldn't tell already." He smirked at her as he reached across and grabbed a few strands of her hair between his fingers. "You're in Hell." Her eyes darkened. "That much is obvious, dumbass. Which Hell?"

Doona smiled to herself. *** Sochun staggered back. Blood trickled down his face, and he licked some off his lips. "You son of a bit-." A bald man with tattoos on his arms and neck jeered at Sochun. In one hand, the man had the other half of a broken bottle. "What are you doing talking to my girl?" He barked at Sochun, who was still steadying himself. Sochun began to laugh maniacally again, which irritated the bald man further.

Rebecca looked like she had seen a ghost. Her face went deathly pale as she stared at Clara. The atmosphere around them seemed to freeze, and all you could hear was her heavy breathing. Time ticked slowly, but Clara's eyes were filled only with sternness and cold expectations. After several seconds of dead silence, Rebecca suddenly laughed. She grabbed the short knife and pressed the tip to her own heart without hesitation as everyone stared in shock. "As you wish!" There was the sound of a spurt, and then blood started to gush out, staining her hands and the front of her clothes red.

“Bring the woman! Kill the rest!” Helena felt Dante’s weakness through their bond, a pain as if her own heart were being crushed. She didn’t retreat. Instead, she closed her eyes and reached for the Thorne connection with the land of Blackwater. The blood of the Guardians demanded its tribute. She felt the roots of distant trees, the river’s water, and the heat of the Blackwoods. With a cry that came not from her lungs but from her soul, Helena expanded her aura. A wave of violet energy swept across the square, dispersing the silver dust in a blast of supernatural wind. It was the climax of the pair’s power: Helena clearing the path so Dante could deliver the final blow.

Just the storm outside and the low growl of a blacked-out SUV idling at the emergency entrance. Rain lashed the windows as we climbed the coast road. The university gates appeared through the downpour—wrought iron twisted into roses and bats, glowing faintly crimson against the black cliffs. Beyond them, BludHeaven rose like a cathedral someone had carved out of midnight: spires, arched windows, stone walls that looked old enough to remember when vampires still ruled the night unchallenged. The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “Welcome to BludHeaven, Nico Black. Try not to die on the first night. The queens hate when their new toys break too soon.”

Victor, the guard at the gate of the Martinelli’s residence had a terrifying nightmare, just before his morning shift. He had woken up in sweat, and slowly forgot all about that silly dream as he went about his day. However, the sight before him at this moment had him covered in goosebumps and absolute fear. A pale ghost was approaching him in the form of a woman! Her steps were irregular, almost limping. She was in a hospital-like gown with streaks of blood on her hand!

Hey! This is MY flashback. It’ll take as long as it takes… Ash’s POV “Morning sunshine,” I snickered, pulling away her curtains to let the summer morning sun in. “It’s another beautiful day in Hell. And your training starts in just a few minutes!” A loud, disgruntled groan had me spinning towards the bed, where a very unhappy Rhea slowly came to terms with her new reality. She rubbed her eyes tiredly, huffing and puffing as if she were the big bad wolf. Her hair was a mess on top of her head, making me remember my dream…

"I don't want to, because… "Luther Spencer, you disgust me," Callista spat. Luther jolted awake in panic, and he rushed into the bathroom. He scrubbed his body over and over again. He nearly peeled his skin off. His eyes were bloodshot, and he mumbled unconsciously, "Honey, I'm clean now. I'm not dirty anymore. I've cleaned everything off. Please don't think I'm disgusting. "I even threw up what I ate. Please, don't hate me. I'll make sure no one else ever comes here again."