Welcome To Hell Novels & Stories

"Is this your pack? why are there so many strange and lovely things?" Sebastian noticed my curiosity and bended his lips into a grin. "Welcome to Hell princess."

I hear hell. I smell blood. War?

Lexie's POV I really was destined to be damned. I took a deep breath and looked at Brandon's dazed, lifeless expression. Then, I started laughing. He demanded to know what I was laughing at. I said, "This is our karma." He froze, then cried again. I watched him suffer without saying a word. Daniella had personally told me she didn't hate him. Daniella was a great person, but I wasn't. I wanted him to suffer for the rest of his life.

Chester announced with a daunting smirk on his face as he threw open his arms to secure the interior of the Arena and get the systems inside the shell kicking. “Looks more like Hell to me,” Zompano smirked back as he crunched his neck side to side to prepare himself for the special “welcome”. “THEN LET’S KEEP THINGS INFORMAL AAAANNNNDDDD INFERNALLLL HEREEEE !!!!!” “C’MON GUYS ! SHOW THE DEVIL HIS PLACE !!” “DON’T YOU DARE LET HIM FEEL UNWANTED IN OUR PACK LAND !” “YEAH ! LET THE UNINVITED MOTHERFVCKER GET A TASTE OF ALL OUR ATTENTION AND LOVE”

"What do you have in mind?" Fuck me. I'm going to hell.

Her eyes never fluttered away from the dark forest. She wanted to know more, she wanted to explore, see, and touch the black soil which held secrets. But she could not. They say the devil himself resides within the dense never-ending woods of that forest. Men and Women were sacrificed for their evil deeds to the god of death over the board. Stripped of their humanity and taken to hell by the evil. She felt her body shiver, the sacrifice of a villager she once saw while young. She could not imagine the pain of the people.

And I was surprised as last night had been darker than any in history. The road up ahead was an intersection of paths with a strange house like contraption in the midst of it. A wooden sign stood at its behest, but with other ones behind and around it in questionable places. But the first of them anyone would notice was the leader taking its place in the center that read: "Welcome to Hell"

I was a little confused by this sudden invitation but still agreed to go. The next afternoon, an expensive black car took us to a villa that exuded understated luxury. The little girl who'd been bullied stood at the front door, looking expectant as she waited for us to arrive. Once she saw Elaine, she ran over and hugged her tightly. It was wonderful seeing them hold each other like that. I couldn't help watching them fondly. "Are you Ms. Willow York, Elaine's mother? I'm Priscilla Fischer's father." A deep baritone pulled me back to reality.

He explained that the other warriors were out standing guard and would only come back for meals. I didn't see any dirt. The kitchen counters were spotless. I thought maybe I would be done in an hour or two. But kellan had called this place the dungeon. Where were the cells? The prisoners? My heart thumped harder when he stopped in front of a metallic elevator door. Numbers above the door indicated there were four levels underground. Instead of stepping inside, he turned right, toward a set of concrete stairs. As we went down one level, a stale, heavy odor hit me. I scrunched my nose, wondering if the air got worse on the lower floors.

He was staring at me with wide, shocked eyes. "Maya?" he whispered. "What are you doing here?" Before I could answer, a crackling speaker came to life above us. [WELCOME TO THE SURVIVAL GAME] [Congratulations, you are all dead! But considering the greenhouse effect, hell is on recycle mode right now, so you are being sent to dead worlds, as entertainment! Please, provide the fanciest death you can, for the audience!] “What audience?!” Damian asked, but nobody, well, no dead body on the bus is in a mood to answer him.