After a moody Hellhound and a seemingly Goth owl demon meet a Hellhound they both love can they share him or will they have conflict that could ruin their friendship. I do not own Helluva Boss or any of its characters, they are owned and created by Viziepop.

4 Imps and a Hellhound go on wacky adventures that usually end in blood, death and horny owl demons. I don't own Helluva Boss (But you already knew that)

That's right, you are seeing and reading the official ADOPTED "The Tale Of Two Souls" I have taken the liberty of adopting, rewriting, detailing, and improving this story. All credit goes to the original author VanArbiter who gave me this story, Vivsipop who made Helluva Boss, and all art is given credit to, in assistance of this story. Hello, I'm Y/N, I don't believe in any God or the Devil, I don't believe in the holy ghost or a reaper, I believe that when you die, you just reincarnate into this world again, no memory of the past, and we continue throughout the world until it's inevitable end... Or so I thought... All credit goes to the original author VanArbiter and Vivsipop for making Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel. All art goes to their respective creators and without further adieu, let us delve deep into hell. *Cover art goes to a fan artist on tumbler*

With the help of the I.M.P along with the power of the grimore that grant access to the mortal realm to take care of people's unfinished business when they were alive. ( I DONT OWN ANYTHING IN THIS STORY EXPECT Y/N )

Just a short story about you and the Avian Princess Octavia sharing a special moment and breakfast. I made the cover, but I did NOT create the picture itself and I do NOT own it.

Y/n is a popstar from pentagram city when he gets a call from a imp.

No, I would not find an Owl attractive...But-

Y/n Is a fairly nice guy, goes to a good college, has a decent job but he's been mostly alone ever since his parents died due to a drunk driver crashing into them. After finishing a late shift, he was walking home in the middle of the night because some jerk stole his bike. While watching his phone, he didn't notice the scenery beginning to warp around him, he finally look up and check his surroundings, all he said was: "Ah, crap here we go". A/N : This is my first story ever, please be somewhat gentle with my dumb self. A/N 2: I don't own a thing here beside Y/n and maybe some Oc's. A/N 3: Not the best at English but I'll at least make sure the words are spelled right.

RP idea i had with ppl and book idea for Jackdroid

You are a boy soldier in ww1, when you are struck by a sniper. It was late December, 1914. You are 17 (btw in this story Loona is 19), and when you get to hell, you meet the crew.