Hell Is Other People Webtoon Novels & Stories

"You're healing. Were-creatures shouldn't heal from the poisonous strokes of the two men. What really are you?" "You're only a spirit medium. Your job is to communicate with spirits not to guess the name of any creature you come across," Rendall snarled. "But she is—" "We just want to find Orenda and leave this goddamn place," Rendall snapped. "But I don't know what you both are. Everyone should be afraid of the unknown because it's— it's unknown." "We're both were-creatures," Helia grunted. "He's a werewolf, and I'm a werelioness."

The silence stretches sharp and suffocating. Then, Helia speaks, his voice softer, but carved with sorrow. “Before I came here, I saw photos. Girls beaten down, women broken…used, abused. Killed.” His eyes lift to mine, dark with a sadness I’ve never seen in him. Not even when his father died. “But Hulio isn’t like that,” I whisper. “He isn’t a killer.” Helia laughs, humorless and raw. “How can you know? No one knows how far it goes.”

She found an abandoned art studio in the attic next door to the apartment belonging to Gregory’s parents. Yolanda approached the office door, and she could hear the others in the office. There were six Hell Hounds. Yolanda left three here to guard her. So, Catherine, Bridgette, and Jill should be with her. Yolanda still got a kick out of the name of their cohort. The concept behind the name was. If a hellhound was frightening. Then the only scarier than that hell hound was its mother. All Hell Hounds were female enforcers in a pack full of male enforcers. Human society didn’t have a stranglehold of misogynists. A few noses out of joint because they were female. She took a deep breath. Pasted