Hells Gate Novels & Stories

Well, that person had used another word that Billy refused to say out loud. “Hold on, my love! I’m coming to you! I will save you from this nightmare and take you home!” Billy whispered again, stepping on the gas. “I swear that I will never leave you alone again!” It was raining so heavily that if it hadn’t been for the GPS system, Billy would’ve never made it to Pacific Heights. All of a sudden, the city seemed unknown to him. In that instant, the neighborhood seemed to Billy one big evil maze that was protecting that bastard and keeping him away from his love.

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ SORA ☠️ ‘Hell Morgathor prison’ is carved in front of the gate, with a skeleton head that’s meant to signify death. The detective gets verified, and the gate opens wide to let us in.

Some part of the hedge seemed to close in over the top, making the passageway dark and cold, and it was always a relief to walk back into the warm and sunny part of the path. As Millie got to the first turning, she wondered if she should go on. Almost immediately there were turns left and right; she looked further on, there was no point going right from here the hedge went about ten feet and then stopped in a dead-end, and there was a pretty statue of a nude on a plinth in the centre of its curve. Gabriel scratched his head with one of his drumsticks; they were sitting in the control room of their woodland studio. "A party, here?"

Mission seducing starts. ************************************ How is it ?

"Breathe, Damien…Breathe…You can do this." With one click, the door slowly opens. There is a bright light that blinds me but for a moment. No, I am not in heaven. I have entered when these humans have their day. Now let me paint you the picture. This is not a gate that leads into a rose garden. It is not the type of gate that leads into a park. This gate, well, it has landed me in a pile of filth and mud. Somewhere on the outskirts of this city, the gate that leads you to hell is found on the edge of an old abandoned graveyard.

Just said I was a crazy bastard, and now I'm prostrating myself. Cia's hand stretched out to the side where the door was, she didn't close it but pressed her five hands on the palm print on the side of the gate. As it lasted, hundreds of flames resembling people's bodies flocked out. It no longer resembled, but it was indeed a person or creature roasted in the fires of hell. This is Hades' hellish gate, but Cia has access to it. "Suck up all those who sin!" Cia's order at the gates of hell.

Chapter 10: Echoes of Destruction The rusted iron gates of the obsidian citadel loomed before them, a gaping maw in the desolate crimson landscape. Behind them, the monstrous creatures howled in frustration, their metallic claws scraping against the barren rock. Evie and Liam, hearts pounding in their chests, sprinted towards the gate, desperate for any semblance of refuge. With a resounding clang, the gate swung open, revealing a dark, cavernous entrance. Without hesitation, they plunged into the cool, stale air that emanated from within. The heavy gate slammed shut behind them, momentarily cutting off the sounds of the pursuing horde.

she whispered. Then, the world tore. The sound wasn't an explosion; it was a wet, jagged rip, like heavy canvas being shredded by a cosmic hand. In an instant, the Hells-Gate fallout transformed their quiet suburban street into a landscape of theological horror. Through the glass of the French doors, Allen watched the unimaginable: shimmering ghosts drifted through parked cars, screaming in silent agony; demons with skin like scorched earth leaped from roof to roof; and animals,massive, terrifying beasts,shifted into men in midstride, their bones cracking with the sound of gunshots.

Allistair's Chaos surged to meet it and they stepped through together. The Void tore open before them. Lucifer stepped out first, boots landing on scorched earth that stretched like a dead horizon. Allistair followed, his hand reaching automatically for Lucifer's sleeve as the violent heat of the domain slammed into him. They stood before the Gate of Hell. A colossal structure carved into a canyon of obsidian and bone, normally roaring with the souls of the damned, now sealed. Silent and smothering. A lock of pure celestial gold pulsed across its center, sending divine chains through it like veins. The sigils of the Seraphim blazed with white fire. It was Luna's doing.

The stench of death followed as they ventured deeper into the forest. Jennet stood before the massive red gate; a mirror with water on the surface. The water swirled in all directions, making one have a headache the longer one looked at it. Something about the gate felt off. "Is this the West Gate?" she asked. "It is," replied Horan. "It changes appearance from time to time." "No wonder..." she murmured. Horan glanced, surprised. "Have you been expecting this?" Without looking at him, she responded, "No, but it felt unsettling that this feels so familiar."