The complete “A Glimpse into Hell” series - 5 books, 195 chapters, 1700 pages, 600K words of pure gore
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A Glimpse into Hell
The Complete Series
5 books, 195 chapters, 1700 pages, 600K words of pure gore
The Angel of Vengeance
The Angel of Death
Splatterpunk
Human Cruelty
The Reckoning
Written by,
Wade H. Garrett
Copyright © 2012 - 2017 by Wade H. Garrett. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any form, by any means, without prior written permission of the copyright holder.
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WARNING! Contains GRAPHIC CONTENT, ADULT LANGUAGE
& POLITICAL INCORRECTNESS,
and may be disturbing to sensitive readers.
These books are a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or deceased, is entirely coincidental.
Front cover illustration by Wade H. Garrett
Special thanks for edting and proofreading:
Alex Bough
Angela Rackard Campbell
Brenda Yeager
Cricket Seaberg
D. Verno
Darlene Young
Debra Reed
Heather Reddig
Jessicka Cannibal Cameron
Joseph Ardine
Joseph Elliott
JR Coker
Lahna Barratt
Lee Ann Reed
Leslie Evans
Mandi Pickett
Marla Hicks
Marla Taylan
Marla Russell
Marla Thacker
MaryAnn Ebenstein
Melanie Miller
Missy Mayhem
Paul Voigt
Roseann Bate
Travis Armstrong
Sarah Z.
Sheralynn Wilson
Thomas Arnold
Stacy Krutilla
Thomas Cox
Tracy Johnson
V. McMahon
Summary:
The Angel of Vengeance-
In a dimly lit cell, a man has awakened to find himself surrounded by the most unimaginable and barbaric things that not even his worst nightmare could conjure up. His captor, Seth Coker, takes the man on a journey into his twisted world of vengeance. A world that runs parallel with the horrors that could only be found in the deepest and darkest parts of hell. A world that bestows a wrath of chaos upon the wicked of our society who have fallen through the cracks of the judicial system. Seth wasn’t born a vigilante, nor did he seek out the role—it sought him out.
A portion of our society feels that rapists, molesters, murderers and abusers should have rights, and anything beyond the normal punishment of confinement would be cruel and inhumane. Seth knows that the innocent are left without justice, while the wicked are roaming our streets without any remorse about the cruel and inhumane punishment that they bestow upon others.
Offering up heart-pumping tales of revenge, suspense and horror in all its guises, this book is filled with dark humor, political incorrectness, gruesome and sadistic acts from beginning to end. Be warned—this one will compel the meek to crawl into the fetal position and suck their thumb.
The Angel of Death-
The main character, Seth Coker, has invited a reporter, Wyatt Carter, to go on a road trip across America. Seth takes the man on a journey into his twisted world of vengeance filled with the most unimaginable and barbaric things that could only be found in the deepest and darkest parts of hell.
The streets are no longer a safehaven for the wicked with Seth lurking in the shadows of the dark, waiting to bestow the most sadistic and over-the-top inhumane acts of vengeance that will stagger the mind.
Splatterpunk-
Written for the extreme gore lovers. The story is pure gore for the sake of gore. The main character, Seth Coker, and his sidekick, Barry Muller, hold nothing back as they inflict the most gruesome and sadistic acts of torture on the criminals and lowlifes of our society. This book is extremely graphic, but it’s also filled with dark humor.
Splatterpunk gets straight to the gore and has very little storyline compared to the first two books in this series. It jumps from one gory scene after another without any rhyme or reason.
Human Cruelty-
For all the animals left without justice.
Brad Johnson, a thief and lowlife, tortured and killed Kenneth Evans’ beloved pet, Roxie, during a burglary. Kenneth wanted to exact revenge against Brad in the most horrific way possible, so he sought out Seth Coker, a notorious vigilante. Kenneth didn’t realize the door he was opening would unleash a wrath of vengeance like no other. He was instantly drawn into Seth’s world. A world of torment and terror equal to the horrors found in the deepest and darkest parts of Hell. A world filled with violence and agony. A world of pure chaos.
In this story, Seth Coker and Kenneth Evans, torture lowlifes that have been cruel to animals. Filled with gruesome and sadistic acts of punishment, this book is not for the meek. Only the seasoned extreme-horror reader should embark on this journey.
The Reckoning-
Seth brings back Missy, Wyatt, Barry and Kenneth to help with a special assignment; to travel the State of Texas and inflict the most horrifying and demented acts of vengeance against our society’s most ruthless criminals. The Reckoning is filled with dark humor, distasteful content, sadistic torture and nonstop acts of carnage. It also has a new level of disgustingness that the previous books lacked. But it’s not all gore—there is also a great deal of interaction between Seth and his friends ranging from comradery, banter and animosity
A brief comment from the author:
My subject matter and humor is not for everyone, especially criminals (particularly molesters and rapists), and people who believe criminals have rights, or even people who are sensitive to extreme gore. I know this will occasionally cost me a low rating and BS review, even though I post numerous warnings. In addition, I welcome advice from my readers. I write because of you, so I listen to criticism and praise. I’ve tried to create the best quality read possible, but unfortunately, most of us indie authors don't have the means to hire an expensive editing agency like the mainstream authors and publishers use, and some of us rely on friends, family, fans and individuals who charge a reasonable fee. I can read a sentence ten times with a mistake, and my brain plugs in the correct word every time, even if it’s missing, so I’m useless as a proofreader. Even though I used editing software and numerous people have edited and proofread it, there could be some errors remaining. If anyone wants to proofread my book(s), please email me.
If you like my book, please leave a review. The more positive reviews, the higher it is on Amazon’s search list, resulting in more people finding it. I truly appreciate the positive reviews, comments and support that I have been receiving. I will continue writing as long as there are people that appreciate my work.
If you have any questions, comments or advice, please feel free to contact me at wade.garrett.777@gmail.com.
Best Wishes,
Wade H. Garrett
Table of Contents
Book One - The Angel of Vengeance
Mortal Fear
The Man in the Dark Corner
The Human Punching Bag
Knuckle Sandwich
Deceiving the Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing
A Horrific Son of a Bitch
The Indestructible Monster
/> The Carjackers
Mr. Propane Torch
Judas Cradle
Passing the Buck
La Venganza
Oklahoma Massacre
Richard Head
Wide Road to Destruction
Stuffing Animals Made Easy- Volume One
Dial 1-800-Eat-Shit
Theater of Horror
Gateway to Hell
Lighter Side of Things
The Predator
Mutherfuckin’ Seventies Pimp
Moulding Bloody Play-Doh
The Awakening
Shit Sandwich
The Soulless Bitch
A Thousand Ways to Drown
Grease Monkey
Raped by Royalty
Murphy and his Fuckin’ Laws
Raping the Rapist
Forever Silent
Sideshow Freak—The Human Slug
Seeing Blind Man
Human Shit Factory
The Shattered Reflection of the Crescent Moon
Human Octopus
The Gruesome Torture Device
Doctor of Death
The Many Faces of a Vigilante
Fucking Fuck
Dissecting the Living
Cancer Sticks
Demented Minions
Mask of Horror
Killing a Killer
The Reaper
The Day of Vengeance
Book Two – The Angel of Death
Room 1822
Locked and Loaded
Product of Pain and Suffering
Fucking Buffoons
Charlie has no Guts
Intestinal Noose
Pervert Vending Machine
Pole Smoker
Glory Hole from Hell
Human Gastropod
The Molester’s Teeter Totter
Shit Faced; Literally
Colostomy Bag or Death
12 Gauge Thug-shot
Piss Flavored Lemonade
Fuckin’ Illegal Space Aliens
The Human Music Box
The Key to Unlock Fear
Ghost of Brunswick Avenue
Cruisin’, Thumpin’ & Hangin’ with da Homeboys
Dickin’ Around
Midnight Knob Goblin
Rock Star
Fucking Psychos are People Too
Vigilante Ben Wa Balls
The Dope Show
Serrated Steel Cock Ring
Truth or Fucking Dare, Vigilante Style
The Anarchist Vigilante’s Cookbook
Creepy-Ass Cracker Show
Blackface Does Beat Whitey Night
Pain Before the Cane
Rollin’ Torture Wagon
Nut Stick
Automatic Punk Exterminator
Living Zombie
Scuba Diving in Hell
Tangled Web We Weave
Spin-the-Wheel of Torture Game
A Dickless Child Molester
Musical Extremities
Two Headed Cock
Nuthin’ But a Thang
Mind Rapist
Eye for an Eye
911
Human Skin Condom
Pyromaniac
Revelations
Book 3 – Splatterpunk
The Damned
The Vigilante’s Bitch
A Dickless MF
The Angel of Death
The Suffering
Mind Incarceration
Tug-of-War
Shish Kabob
Smokin’ Hot Lube
Muff Divin’
Dirty Dancing
Death Match
Screwed, Blued and Tattooed
Shit Covered Screwdriver
Finger Dick
Motley Crew
Die MF Die
Circus of Freaks
Monstrosity
Transformation
Sock Monkey
A Sick Bastard
Solitary of Horror
Book four – Human Cruelty
The Sport Hunter
The Dog Fighters
Psychotic Killer
An Evil Piece of Shit
Slūshy
Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire
Chaos
S & K Lawn Service
Infamously Agonizing
KICK ME—I’M A PSYCHO
Foreplay
Blood Sport
FUBAR
Dirty Sanchez
Triple Hole Threat
Wrecking Ball
Torture Porn
An Abomination
Nimrods
Gothic Bitch
Dunce Hat
Colonoscopy
A Star Is Born
Rag Doll
Home Away from Home
Jackass
Psycho Art
Dicks, Balls and Asses
The Vigilante’s Handbook
Sick Bastard
Frankenstein’s Bitch
Eye for an Eye
Trophy
Book Five – The Reckoning
Hardcore
Fuckin’ Psychic
The Crew
The Village Idiot
Beavis and Butt-Head
Drag Queen
Sick Bastards
Buck Dich
Smokin’ Ass
Fuccboi
Can Pricks Fly?
The Big-Dick Clown
Déjà vu
Idle Hands are the Devil’s Playground
Fuckin’ Retard Hopped up on Ritalin
Burning Man
Ass Vandals
Doggy-Style
Candy Man
Roasted Corpus Cavernosum
Heart Worm
Hide the Snake
Autopsy
FUCKIN’ CUNT
The Return of the Living Dead
Fucking Creep
Jerry-Rig
Gun Smoke
Balloon Scientist
Mama Said Knock You Out
Retarded Smurfs
Sack Full of Heads
Bamboozled
Perverted Shit
Orgy in the Woods
“Fore!”
Death Erection
Shopping Spree
Silicone Sex Toy
Penis Snorkel
Possum Eating Shit
Death Certificate
Berserk
The Reckoning
Book One - The Angel of Vengeance
Mortal Fear
The rain was coming down hard as John frantically ran down a dark alley in the middle of the night. The only light was from distant streetlights and random lightning from the storm. His heart was pounding violently; it seemed as if his chest could explode at any second. He was running for his life, for his worst fear was not far behind. With every exhausting step, his predator was getting closer and closer.
John stumbled out of the dark alley into a dimly lit street lined with tall buildings. He fell to his knees as he realized the street was deserted. Street after street and building after building, not one person had been found. He was doomed to face his fear alone.
An eerie sound, like a knife blade slowly dragging along bricks and mortar, was becoming louder and louder as it was echoing down the alleyway behind him. The smell of death had begun to fill the air and he was ready to surrender as he sat hunched over on his knees. He was slightly swaying back and forth, hopelessly staring at the wet asphalt. He was about to collapse in defeat when a faint light caught the corner of his eye. When he turned his head towards the light, a feeling of salvation came over him. In the distance stood a church. It seemed very tranquil. Without hesitating, he stumbled to his feet and ran towards it, knowing if he could reach it, he would be safe. With each step, his legs became heavier and heavier. The harder he tried to run, the slower he went. He seemed to be running in slow motion, much like in a dream.
With the beast not far behind him, he reached the steps of the church. He grabbed the handle of the door and pulle
d. It was locked. In a panic, he began to pull on the door handle with both hands, fearing something worse than death itself was approaching. He knew death would be welcome compared to the unimaginable and unspeakable horrors that the creature’s madness bestowed on others. He looked back, and for the first time he could clearly see his predator in the distance.
Somehow, through all the noise of the wind, rain and the pounding of his heart, a faint sound of an organ began to creep through the cracks around the door. He released the handle and started pounding on the door to gain someone’s attention. Around the seventh or eighth blow, his heart seemed to stop as he realized the sound of the organ was not something that agreed with his soul—the notes felt like something Satan himself would play.
While he stood staring at the door, which was now something he wasn’t sure if he wanted to open, a sharp chill came over him—he could feel an evil presence was overshadowing him. His body went limp and he fell to his knees. He rolled over onto his backside and rested his back against the door. His body was frozen with fear as he stared up at a cloaked being. Its face was hidden in the darkness of a hood, but John could sense it was not human. He could feel something from the deepest and darkest parts of hell was standing over him.
He watched in terror as the being pulled a sickle-type weapon from its clothing. Even though he was frightened, something caught his eye on the blade of the weapon; a strange looking symbol formed from dried blood. To his horror, he watched as his attacker slowly raised up the blood-covered blade into the air, but his fright turned to a revelation when he noticed the symbol in an upside-down position—it was something he had been searching for. He screamed as the blade fell towards him.
What a horrifying dream, John thought, as he leaned forward in his office chair, resting his arms on his desk. He had fallen asleep while doing paperwork late into the night. Covered in sweat and still disturbed from the dream, he pulled a folder out of his desk drawer and started flipping through it. When he came to a photo of a murder victim, he stopped and stared at it—he had possibly found an answer that he had been looking for.
A few minutes later, the phone rang. He answered, “Detective Davis.”
“Hey, John, we’ve got another one down here on River Bend road in the old Iron Works warehouse.”