Crash Evil Novels & Stories

The glass shatters, and the picture frame falls from the wall. "Shit," I curse, wounding my right arm. Immediately, I go to the bathroom, washing the blood from my arm, and reach for the first aid kit, adding hydrogen peroxide to my hand and wrapping a bandage around it. I want to punch something else for my girlfriend of 3 years for cheating on me, but instead, I knock down some items from the bathroom countertop. I'm marching for my phone to call my heartless cheating girlfriend again to tell her how much of a tramp she is. I want her to hurt more than she hurt me, but instead I blocked and deleted her number, wanting nothing to do with her.

This punch had enough force to kill an elephant if it were to connect, but Evan threw a punch of his own as well. Their fists clashed, and Ciel was the one to taste crushing defeat. A sickening crack echoed in the air as the bones in Ciel's arm began to break. The cracks slithered up and up and up…before clamping down on Ciel's shoulder like a ravenous anaconda. He was crippled, and everyone on Cain's side gasped in horror. Their eyes were wide with disbelief as they saw Evan destroying Cain's top student in a single blow. Evan rammed into the battlefield like a ten-ton truck running at 200 miles an hour. Warriors fell, fighters flew, and martial artists were crippled under his unrelenting a

He threatened, I was relieved a little that he wasn't going to shoot me, but I would make sure Violetta pay for all the mess she put me into. I angrily left the hall, got into my car and moved. I was heading straight to Violetta's house when I got close to a high bridge, my car couldn't be controlled. Furthermore, I tried everything I could, but it yielded no fruit. The car with speed climbed the bridge, fear gripped me. I could feel the tire not in the right position. All of a sudden the tire pulled off, the car with speed turned to the waterside of the bridge, the airbag already exploded which was still keeping me.

The word he uttered was like a command, making Satan tremble. Whoosh— The next moment, Andrius, enveloped in boundless momentum, came crashing down like a god. “Good is evil, and evil is good. Good and evil are one! You, a creature who is neither good nor evil, should completely disappear!” Andrius drew closer. His power was gathered to its peak, ready for his strongest blow. “No—” Satan felt the unstoppable power within it and instantly fell into despair.

Pleasant, correct, and perfect. *** Tamara Green knew where Elizabeth was and knew all about the plan she and her husband created, faking a disappearance to blame the last person to see Miss Cord alive: Leonel Vos. But Tamara had her own ideas. She thought her husband wasn't tough enough to make things perfect and that, despite gaining ground in more forbidden places and bigger businesses, he was losing personal strength, as well as his self-coordination and mettle. She was sure he would, this time, mess things up and weaken, and she would not miss the opportunity to give the push for grace.

"I will take my revenge, nephew. In this world or the next, I will see you burn." He grabbed the cup and downed the liquid in one large gulp. For a second, nothing happened. Then, his eyes bugged out. His body began to convulse violently. He shook, his limbs jerking at unnatural angles, and a dark, foul-smelling smoke began to rise from his skin. He let out one final, choked gasp before his entire form dissolved into a pile of grey, oily dust that didn't flutter away. It just lay there, dead on the ground. A heavy silence fell over the yard. It was over. The evil that is Silas Valerius was finally gone.

My cock juts out painfully, still throbbing and begging for relief I know she won’t easily give. “Look at you,” she smiles, the blade of her dagger tracing my jaw, down my throat, and over my pounding heart. “You are begging your vampire mistress like a horny, desperate pet. Tell me, do you feel humiliated because your enemy's cunt has you this broken and eager for more?” I grit my teeth, my hips jerking forward involuntarily. “You are evil.” “I am evil?” She laughs and presses the sharp edge of the blade just below my navel. “I don't think I am evil, darling. In fact, I think I am fucking generous.”

I dodged his clumsy attack and grabbed his head with both hands. Then I twisted. His neck snapped with a sickening crack, and he crumpled to the floor. The last one—the ringleader—was backed into a corner, shaking. “Please,” he whispered. “Please, I didn’t mean—” “You disrespected the Elders,” I said, my voice cold. “You disrespected me. That makes you a liability.” “I’m sorry—” I grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off the ground. His eyes bulged. His hands clawed at my wrist.

“A vampire? A werewolf? Some kind of—?” “I’m not human,” Cris interrupted, voice low and calm. He stepped closer. Slowly. “I was born cursed. I’m faster, stronger, harder to kill. I live with… urges I have to fight every single day. And I have to drink blood sometimes to stay balanced.” Ken’s face fell. Cris hated the look in his eyes—fear, betrayal, wonder, and disgust all at once. “But you’re not evil,” Ken whispered. Cris didn’t answer.

Ultimately, after leaving two crooked tire tracks baked into the asphalt, the van managed to squeeze into the emergency lane in front of me and run into the sand pit. The front wheels drove straight into the sand. The rear end of the van was raised in the air, and the van finally slowed to a stop at the edge of the pit. White smoke and a pungent, burned smell billowed from the hood. Billy scrambled out of the shattered window, completely covered in blood. He fell to the ground on his knees, gagging a few times, before looking up and meeting my gaze. He froze for a moment. Then, his eyes lit up.