King Of Hell By Midare Botan

“He rejected me in front of the entire pack… because she stole my scent.” Nobody wants a rejected Omega. Ayla Riverwinddoesn’t care anymore. She's done waiting for fate. As Northmoon Pack’s healer, she’s content in the shadows—until the day her world burns. Her best friend, ‘Cassia’, uses forbidden scentbinding magic to steal Ayla’s identity and claim her mate—high-ranking Alpha ‘Darius’—as her own. Publicly rejected, shackled in silver, and tortured with wolfsbane, Ayla is cast into a dungeon and marked feral. The rejection was meant to break her. Instead, it awakens something ancient inside her. When she escapes into the Outlands, Ayla meets ‘Rylan Stormblade’—a rogue healer with secrets carved into his skin and knowledge of a lost ritual that may restore her scent... or kill her. But Ayla’s scent is no longer just hers. It burns through the bond realm, ripping through the senses of one wolf in particular—’Kael Valerius’, the Alpha King. His wolf goes feral when her scent touches the wind, but he already has a Luna. Now hunted by Alphas who want her dead, claimed by a King she doesn’t trust, and stalked by a prophecy that says “the next Luna will break the throne or bless it”, Ayla must rise—not as someone’s mate…but as the Luna they tried to erase.

"Strip." The command was sharp, laced with authority, cutting through the silence like the crack of a whip. The deep timbre of Dimitri's voice sent a shiver down the spines of the gathered women. They had learned quickly in the past two days, obedience meant survival. At his order, they bowed their heads, hands trembling as they peeled away the thin, tattered fabric that barely shielded them from humiliation. But one of them did not move. She stood frozen in place promting Dimitri's eyes narrow. _________ Born in a world of deception, Princess Sorayah Drakon was forced to live as a prince, hiding her gender and her unique gifts. She can heal wounds, command the elements, disguise as someone else or animals, manipulate dreams, creates powerful illusions, and ability to wield strength no other human possesses. Feeling trapped, she sheds her false identity under the cover of night to dress as a woman. One fateful night, during one of these secret escapades, she met Lupien Nightshade, the crown prince of the werewolves! It was love at first sight. But love soon turns into tragedy when Lupien kills her father, throwing the human kingdom into chaos. Humans were captured as slaves and Sorayah became one of them. She swore revenge, wanting to get close to Lupien to kill him but before she could, she was claimed by Dimitri Nightshade, Lupien's uncle! When she realized their interests aligned, Sorayah sought to gain his trust and use him as a weapon. Two enemies. One kingdom. A shared thirst for destruction. But there was something else. Something Sorayah hadn't planned for. Dimitri Nightshade was irresistible. She hated him so much she wanted to carve his heart out with her bare hands but she couldn't deny the way he made her burn with passion. Will Soraya be able to bend him to her will? Or will she be trapped in his claws forever?

In a world where time and space know no bounds— where puzzle pieces scatter without order, and are reassembled without ever knowing what image they’re meant to form… When someone lights a lamp in your path of darkness, you can’t tell whether you’re walking toward salvation— or stumbling your way into damnation. There, where all who carry heavy pasts gather, hiding them behind towering walls... When time halts, and the gates of hell open before Haruki, he finds himself swept into the depths of an unknown world. Will he escape this inferno— or will its flames consume his body until nothing remains but ash? Eras and realms collide and intertwine, forging a twisted, uncertain reality... But is it even real at all?

Before his gruesome death, Gene Conti was one of the greatest icons of the 1960s. But after spending half a century in Hell, only gambling and the suffering of others excite him. Fortunately for him, his days of boredom are over. Having served his sentence, he finds himself in the body of a young man in the modern era. Now freed, Gene wishes to continue what he missed the most as a dead man: acting. Once again, he aspires to be an actor admired the world over. But will the angels and demons leave him alone? Will his bold attitude clash with the sensitive modern era? Or will the actor from Hell surrender to his lust for chaos and violence?

Some monsters are born. Others are made. But what happens when you’re both? Simon has lived a quiet life in Willow Creek—silver hair, gentle soul, raised by exorcists, protected by sacred ground. But peace like that never lasts. Not when your very existence defies Heaven and Hell. Eventually, something breaks. Shadows from the past. Whispers of a future he was never meant to survive. Secrets that claw their way to the surface. Visions he can’t explain. And something inside him begins to wake up. Born of the Devil. Forged by a legendary witch. Baptized in fire and the blood of demons. This history—his truth—was buried to protect him. A curse cast by a mother desperate to save her child from the darkness he was destined to become. But curses unravel. And some truths cannot stay hidden. Something ancient stirs. Something powerful. Something that was never meant to walk this world. He thought he was just a boy. He was wrong. Can a curse be cursed? Destiny twirls and unwinds in this thrilling story.

Killed on Halloween and sent to Hell, Velmora refuses to rot in damnation. Her soul wants revenge—and she’ll claw her way back to Earth to get it. Velmora had it all—wealth, youth, and a future carved in gold. Until her parents were slaughtered, and she was executed on Halloween night by their murderers. Waking up at the gates of Hell, her body broken but her spirit unyielding, Velmora learns she’s been damned... not for what she did, but what she would’ve done. But eternal punishment doesn’t sit well with an heiress raised to rule. With demons watching and secrets lurking in every ember, Velmora must forge her path through damnation, outwit infernal guardians, and rise from the ashes of Hell itself. This isn’t redemption. It’s vengeance.

The cut was deep. It ran from the sole of her feet to her ankle. Fresh blood trikled down from her foot. How long was it until she reached another village. The forest was covered in snow and the frost Had started bite her skin. Amelein heaved for air as she had been in the forest for the past hour. Save for the hoooting of an owl and a wild cat that had meowed some minutes ago, she was practically alone. But the wind brought a faint sound to her ear... footsteps. They were faint but she could hear it and now she knew she had company. And she was sure it was not good company. She was at a disadvantage because her foot was injured. The only thing that her subconscious told her was one word. 'run' But her strength was failing her. She prayed enearstly for som sort of escape. What if it was a vampire! Or worst a black witch.!!!! She tried to steady her breath while hiding behind one of the trees. It had large branches which was enough to cover her. She bent over and sat on the forest floors while steadying herself on her good foot. She left the other foot to rest straight while stretching it to avoid the injured side. ***** Dante walked through the forest while watching out for signs of black witches. No normal man would walk into this part of the forest. It was called the heart of the forest for a reason. Even though it was quiet. The eery silence and the fog that rose to the length of his knees and circled the entire forest. It was said to start at the stroke of midnight,some said the were spirits of the deceased the were wandering about since they refused to pass through the gates of eternal rest. Hell or heaven? Who cared anyways. He was there because of the council man who said he had heard of the black witch who had been creating a potion turn humans into a docile state and she had planned an attack on an entire human village but he was sure the attack had already taken place because , it was meant to take place that night. He wasn't a saint to come here to save the city... Of course not . There were people in the department and they were too lazy to do their jobs. Just when he was about to kick the wooden door he found deep in the heart of the forest that looked like a small old box house. It was so small that he doubted if it was up to quarter the size of his room. Suddenly he smelt something in the air, it it was very potent. It was blood. His fangs grew and began to crave blood. He struggled to control his thirst and it seemed really bad at the moment. It enveloped his senses which made him momentarily forget his mission to trace the source of the blood. This wasn't human blood but then what race was this? He began walking until he got to a thicket of trees where so many trees clustered together there by forming an umbrella. He held up his short revolver gun and held it up with both hands while using his ears as extra set of equipment used to pick up any odd sounds. Just as he was about to take a step forward he a spike in a heart beat but it was beating at a slow beat which was odd. He used his nostrils to concentrate but the sound and the smell where coming from the same place. Then he sighted a dress and soon he could make out a silhouette of a woman in a seated position. but what was a human female doing in this part of the forest. But she didn't look like a witch. While still in thought he heard the woman scream so loudly, letting out a shrill cry. That was when he noticed the presence of a vampire with but it was a low level vampire with bright red eyes but his fangs were longer than normal. A deranged vampire. His nails grew out long and harshly grabbed the woman while piercing his nails into her skin causing blood to ooze out of the injured hands. Dante seeing this quickly aimed for the head of the corrupted vampire making the later fall limb on the ground after releasing the woman. But instead of one rather two bodies fell to the ground, one following the other.

97 years ago a large number of meteorite crashed on earth from which zombie apocalypse spread in earth. In dire situation when humanity was on its last leg primal families came forward, with them came lost martial arts and techniques which gave humanity a chance to fight back and restore new world order. Now in present time William ,an orphan, must fight his way to survive and thrive in this harsh,cruel new world.

The sky tore open—and the earth followed. One by one, the seals broke. And with them, hell answered the call. Not in whispers. Not in shadows. But in flame, storm, and death. Cities fell. Oceans rose. The righteous vanished without a trace, and the damned were left to face what crawled from the void. The demons had broken the ancient covenant—a pact that held the balance between heaven, hell, and humanity. And in their treachery, the world was left defenseless. So the Divine issued a command: “Send me an army.” But none answered. None, except nine. Nine demons rose from the ashes of their own damnation. Not out of loyalty. Not out of guilt. But for something deeper—honor, purpose, redemption. They would fight their own kind. Protect the world they once helped break. They are not heroes. They are not saviors. They are the Hell‘s 9.

In a future where monstrous creatures have destroyed human civilization to the brink of extinction, a 17-year-old teenager named Ilyas awakens—only to find himself back in the past. However, instead of feeling hope or the drive to fix everything, Ilyas is consumed by bitterness. Haunted by memories of destruction and loss, he refuses to believe that fate can be changed. All he wants is to sleep forever and escape the nightmare he once endured. But fate is never kind to those who try to run from it. As past events begin to repeat themselves, Ilyas is forced to confront the very world he once wished to leave behind. What he doesn’t realize is that the world he once knew is starting to change—because of the people he is destined to meet, and the truths about the world he lives in, are slowly being revealed. Will he remain a prisoner of a time loop that keeps repeating... or become the key to humanity’s salvation?

“I’ll give you power, but I’ll take everything else.” Avery Quinn never believed in devils—until one answered her desperate plea. With her little brother dying and no one left to turn to, she signs a deal with the cold, ruthless Dante Harlan. He offers protection and strength… at a terrifying cost: herself. Thrown into a world of shadowed bargains and deadly secrets, Avery must navigate life under Dante’s roof, where obedience is demanded and rebellion comes with consequences. But as the line between power and possession blurs, she realizes that surviving the devil isn’t as simple as saying no. Can she hold onto her soul, or will she fall deeper into his world—until she can no longer escape it? A story of vengeance, twisted romance, and the flames of a hellish bond. He owns her fate. But can he ever own her heart?

She was married off like a tool. Humiliated like a traitor’s daughter. Forgotten like she never mattered. But Lyra Thorne was never just a princess. She is the last living blood of House Elowen—once the most powerful noble house in the East, now wiped from history. When the man she loved, the adopted heir they said was dead, returns from the battlefield... everything burns. Her fake marriage? A farce. Her obedience? Over. Her silence? Ended. The crown wants her quiet. The nobles want her married. Her enemies want her gone. But she’s done playing nice. Lyra will reclaim her name. She will rebuild House Elowen. She will make them all kneel. And she will take the throne. He loved her once. But if he stands in her way now— She’ll crush him, too.

Ares Moretti—the cold, breathtakingly gorgeous mafia king with two piercing purple eyes—is feared across nations as the ruthless CEO of a dark underground empire. But power means nothing to a man who lost everything. Years ago, he watched the love of his life, Ariella, die in a fire—her body burned, her voice silenced. The betrayal cut deeper than any bullet, and the man responsible… was his own brother, Rael. Since that night, Ares has built walls around his soul. He doesn’t feel. He doesn’t love. He only destroys. Until he meets Seren—a mysterious, scarred girl with eyes that awaken something long buried inside him. He saves her life once. Then again. And again. But the closer she gets, the more Ares begins to see pieces of a ghost in her smile… a ghost he buried years ago. Seren doesn’t know who she truly is, but her blood is tied to secrets that could bring Ares to his knees—or set his soul on fire. As Ares digs into her past, a horrifying truth emerges: Seren is not a stranger. She is the final piece of his life … and Rael wants her dead. Now, torn between vengeance and love, Ares must choose: will he protect the girl who carries the truth, or lose her to the same fire that stole everything? In a world of guns, lies, and crimson love, this isn’t just a story of a mafia boss. It’s the story of a man who lost his heart—and what happens when fate gives him a second chance… drenched in blood.

a man tired of living life, having no means to change his way of life decided to go live in hell. (i will be posting this story on royalroad.com)

"Where did he go?" I murmured, realizing I was alone. My heart sank as I scanned the room for any sign of him. But It was just me, an empty wine bottle on the floor, and memories of the night before. I pushed myself up, feeling the dull ache in my body. The alcohol still lingered in my system, and I had no idea how many times we had... well, how many times we had done it. But despite everything, I couldn't deny I had enjoyed it. "You're such an idiot Kim!" I scolded myself, running a hand through my messy hair. "You didn't even ask for his name." I sighed, embarrassed at my recklessness. How could I let myself go low with a stranger like that? I glanced down, realizing I was completely naked. "Oh my gosh!" I yelped, grabbing my dress off the floor and quickly slipping it on... ★★ Humiliated and betrayed, Kimberly Fray's life as a powerful Alpha's daughter of the Moon Stone Pack crumbles when Alpha Derrick of the Night Walkers Pack rejects her. But as she uncovers her true identity, Kimberly finds herself caught between two powerful Alphas who desire her. Torn between Alpha Derrick, who begins to see her worth too late, and calculative Alpha Theo, Kimberly's strength and courage are tested like never before. In a world where love, revenge, and power collide, Kimberly must decide who she truly is, and who she's meant to be with between the two Alphas chosen by the Moon Goddess!

Left behind after a Soviet ambush, wounded German soldier Hansel Straumann must survive the frozen wasteland of the Eastern Front, alone, bleeding, and hunted. With nothing but sheer will and scraps of the dead, he begins his march through the white hell… toward hope, or death.

Hell Minds What if the stories you told… started to tell themselves back? Kaira, a sharp-witted teen with a voice made for the mic, starts a podcast with her four closest friends—Malik the skeptic, Juno the tech genius, Ezra the horror buff, and Lia the quiet empath. Their show, Hell Minds, is meant to be a fun dive into the world’s most terrifying real-life ghost stories—from haunted dolls to cursed houses. But as the podcast gains popularity, strange things begin happening. The lights flicker every time Ezra speaks. Malik dreams of voices he never heard before. Lia swears the ghosts are listening. And one day, their latest episode doesn’t upload—because the file has been changed. Someone… or something… added a voice that doesn’t belong to any of them. Now, the friends aren’t just telling ghost stories. They’re living them. And the deeper they dig, the more they realize: some stories want to be left alone.

"But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?" - Mark Twain. Lucifer fell from heaven, as the eons passed, He lost who he was and what he fought for. Letting himself get corrupted by evil. At least, That's what prophecies and history have dictated. This is a tale that blurs the line between Good and Evil. A tale that grants the Fallen one redemption in humanity's eye.

"...You know what I do to people I don't like?" White lashes lowered, a stark contrast against his hair-proof that the color was real. "No, Boss." "I fucking kill them." His eyes glinted again, but he said nothing, just nodded. "You're not afraid of dying, are you?" "No, Boss." "Shame." *** When Ian is assigned a bodyguard by his friend and trusted associate, he refuses. No crime boss needs a bodyguard-it's the only way to keep his crumbling dignity intact. Yet he relents. Not because of the white-haired man who immediately gets under his skin, not because he hates his guts, and definitely not because he nearly killed the stray the first time they crossed paths. If Ian were honest, he doesn't know why this guy affects him so much. But he might be right to be wary. After a series of heated and dangerous encounters, Ian begins to suspect that his bodyguard isn't who he claims to be.

Is the truly such thing as coincidence or is destiny taking it's place? Is there such thing as right and wrong, or is just what we want to belive? We all experience sadness, but also joy, pain, but also pleasure. though some people aren't as lucky to have such a diverse experience, just like the person whose story you are about to read.

Kairo wasn’t supposed to die. At least, not like that. But when Hell calls, he answers. Thrust into an infernal world where strength is survival and compassion is a liability, Kairo discovers his reward for honesty and hope: a fighting system that thrives on violence. The more he fights, the stronger he becomes—yet all he wants is to find someone to love. Among bloodthirsty trainees and sadistic instructors, Kairo finds himself in the company of Serica Vell, an elite heir with a sharp tongue and even sharper blade. She’s cold, deadly, and… oddly supportive? As they’re grouped for the first month of evaluations, Kairo struggles to keep his soul intact while surrounded by demons who don’t understand peace—and systems that feed on chaos. In a world that punishes emotion and praises cruelty, can a hopeless romantic survive the first law of hell?

In the brutal world of Hell, where power is the law and mercy is a myth, Serica Vell—a prodigy of the Archdukes and heir to the Judge of Lust—dreams not of salvation, but dominion. Born into legacy and ambition, she awakens her long-anticipated combat system… only to find herself cursed with a romantic power-up system. To grow stronger, she must navigate embarrassing dates, awkward intimacy, and absurd romantic gestures—all while trying to become the next Judge of Primal Sin. When Serica is paired with a clueless mortal boy as part of her "training mission", she’s horrified. But the system has spoken: he’s the key to her power-ups. With enemies at every gate, ancient souls stirring, and the bureaucratic nightmare of hell collapsing under its own weight, Serica must fight, flirt, and fake affection to ascend. Power is survival. Romance is death. Unfortunately for Serica, hers just got weaponized.

He killed her brother. Now she’s his bride. When Aria Moretti returns to New York to bury her brother—the last heir of the Moretti crime family—she expects grief, rage, and war. She doesn’t expect to be forced into marriage with the man everyone believes pulled the trigger: Luciano D’Angelo, king of the Italian mafia and the coldest devil in a tailored suit. To protect what’s left of her family, Aria agrees. But in secret, she makes a vow: Get close. Earn his trust. And destroy him from the inside. What she doesn’t count on? His twisted smile. His brutal gentleness. Or the fire he lights in the darkness she’s tried so hard to hide. As secrets unravel and blood debts rise, Aria must make a choice: Her revenge—or her heart. Because in this world, love is just another weapon… And the king always burns everything he touches.

Somewhere in the depths of space… An object pulsed faintly, radiating light—yet at the same time, it seemed to absorb it. Its size was impossible to measure, as if its very existence defied the laws of reality. Anything that approached—asteroids, stars, even light itself—was consumed without a trace, disappearing into the void. If one were to observe closely, they would see the fabric of space twisting and distorting around it, yet somehow appearing stable—as if reality itself were an illusion.  Its rough, circular shape resembled what humans might call a black hole—though whether that truly defined its nature was a question beyond understanding. Its location? Fortunately for humankind, it was nowhere near the Milky Way galaxy. Suddenly, a streak of white and gold light erupted from the black hole's center, cutting through the darkness with blinding speed. It shot into the depths of space, with no sign of slowing or changing course. Its destination? Unknown.

Cast aside by her destined partner on the evening of his Alpha rise, orphan wolf Alera finds herself shamed, crushed, and isolated. Yet destiny hasn't finished with her. With nothing to lose, she flees to the off-limits borderlands,where wildness rules, laws fall apart, and death lurks around every corner. But instead of meeting her end, Alera encounters him. A figure in the darkness. A myth born from conflict. The one that even Alphas dread. The Lycan King. Strong. Merciless. Single. And he desires her. But the King's interest awakens more than a new opportunity. it provokes rivals old predictions, and a mystery hidden in Alera's lineage. One that could ruin or save all werewolves. Now pursued by the Alpha who spurned her... and wooed by the most feared male alive... Will Alera become Queen or die as a betrayer to her people?

After Earth was plunged into an unprecedented cataclysm known as **"The Opening,"** demons clawed their way up from hell and seized the world. Humanity reeled in despair. Half were slaughtered or enslaved within infernal chains. Every weapon, every strategy, every desperate hope thrown against the invaders **failed** – for reasons no one could fathom. Nothing worked. Then, like a sudden dawn in endless night, came **the Righteous**. This mysterious group emerged, offering salvation to a broken world. They taught humanity **forgotten secrets**, the only knowledge capable of fighting back the darkness. **Aleks Lake** was among the unlucky ones caught in the first wave of The Opening. He lost everything – especially his parents. And when the "marked ones" awakened, gifted with the power to resist, Aleks was left behind. **Unawakened.** Yet, all his life, he burned with a single desire: to stand among the first line of defense, those special individuals who could face the demons. Known only as "the one who wasn't awakened," Aleks had no idea his own family had concealed a shattering truth. A truth that would rewrite his destiny. He found it hidden away: an **ancient, unknown scroll**. Its discovery promised to make him something he *never* thought possible. And it did. The moment he touched it, the scroll ignited with power, etching something alien into his very being. **[Ding]** **[You have successfully become...]** Before Aleks could grasp what was happening, the **encrypted system** flooded his senses. It was his key, his ultimate cheat code for the academy and his meteoric rise through the ranks. But the system held a hidden price. A demand far darker than Aleks could have ever prepared for. **[Ding]** **[You must collect 100 Souls]**