Dark Anime Evil Smile Novels & Stories

The intense dark magic coming from him became even more intense that black smoke are coming out of his body. "Forgive me, I didn't mean to laugh out loud." She smiled. The man saw her smile and remembered the last time that she smiled at him. It was during their fight thousands of years ago. He lost the battle then because of that smile. He knew that behind her smile was a true demon hiding ready to bear its fangs. Up till now he still have nightmares of that smile and from then on he treated it as his bad luck. And now that she smile the same smile she showed him on their previous battle he couldn't help but feel nervous.

Damian casually mentioned as he nodded at one of the men in the dark and they immediately knew what it wanted. They stepped forward with a smile on her face.. “Let's fix that pretty face of his, Shall we?” Damian picked up a pair of pliers and smiled like a maniac. Not even his subordinates could stand the sight of that smile on his face.. “Don't come any closer!” The man screamed in fear as Damian moved closer to him.. “Don't worry it's not gonna hurt, okay?” Damian assured him with a scary smile plastered on his face but of course that wasn't true..

It was cloaked in black so the torso and legs were only a shroud of black making it impossible to tell what horrors were beneath the darkness. The worst part was the eyes, truly soulless eyes. There was no pigment, no iris, no pupil, only blank white orbs staring out from the skull. But somehow even still they were watching her and she knew that was the thing that had been there all those moment she has been in the forest searching for Abednego. The longer she looked the thicker the smell became. It was so strong she could taste it. It filled her nose and mouth, choking her. Her head was spinning as she began to gasp for air against the putrid smell of rotting corpse. Just before she passed

Unless… The High Witch’s stoic visage gives way to a saccharine smile. If Evanora were here, she would remark that this expression is similar to that of Arielle Vane whenever she realised she was betrayed. She dubbed it the demonic smile, because if one were to look at her in that moment, you would see an expression akin to the spawns of Hell- utterly cruel, twisted and manic. I tried, mama. I really did. They’re the ones who want to die.

the dealer interjected from the side, his voice shaking. “See?” Alejandro sneered. Suddenly, the air pressure in the room seemed to shift. Ethan lunged forward, grabbing Alejandro’s wrist with lightning speed. Alejandro gasped, his body locking up in shock as Ethan twisted his arm back. With a brutal yank, Ethan reached into Alejandro’s sleeve and pulled something out. He held it up for the room to see: a card. The crowd erupted into a frenzy of whispers. The dealer rushed over, inspecting the card with wide eyes. Ethan’s lips finally curved into a smile—a genuine, dark, and predatory expression of delight.

She’s clinging to him like a fucking leech, and I don’t know why that makes my skin burn with… rage? No, it can’t be. I want to look away and pretend I didn’t see them—but I can’t. I can’t seem to move my head or tear away from his gaze. In fact, he’s pinning me with those terrifying gray eyes. And I swear I catch the faint shift in his once-deadpan expression. There’s an evil glint in his menacing orbs and a subtle smirk is etched on his lips. But I can’t seem to find any amusement in anything that's happening around us at the moment—so what the fuck is he smiling about?

’ She questioned, "After everything that you've done to me, how are you going to expect me to listen to you?" After hearing her, Damon broke into a smile, which only served to further perplex Patricia. She had no idea what was so funny that he was smiling, but she soon realized that it wasn't the smile you make when you hear something funny; rather, it was the smile you make before doing something evil. She had a shivering sensation on the back of her neck, but she managed to keep her composure and hide her fear from everyone around her.

My fist clenched. "You are right. My life will never be the same after this. I will never be happy again. Killing you won't make me happy as well. You know what would it give me?" I gave him my sweetest venomous smile as I said the last word he would hear from me. "Satisfaction." In this world were cruelty is rampant and justice has many faces, only evil can defeat evil. "The heck is this thing?!" I almost jumped when I heard Lucia beside me. She has finally woken.

The one still standing between my legs, the one who had his fingers shoved inside me moments ago, the one whose face I thought belonged to the man I trusted. He meets my stare without shame, without a flicker of remorse. Slowly, deliberately, he lifts his hand the one slick with me and slides those same two fingers into his mouth. He sucks them clean, eyes never leaving mine. Then he smiles. It's not a smile that belongs on a human face. It's the kind of smile you'd see in a nightmare. A smile that belongs to the devil. "You're..." My voice is barely a breath. "Atticus?" He grins wider, the malice in his eyes lighting up. "Surprise, doll face."

The man smiles, pulling out a key from under and placing it on the table. Sebastian smiles at him, retrieving the key as from underneath his palm as he places fifty bucks on the counter. He turns to scrutinize the place again. It is not worth the fifty bucks. It is not worth a damn payment at all and the bull head hanging just a few inches off the top feels more like for fetish shit than a real motel. “Welcome, enjoy your stay.” The man flashes a set of decayed brown teeth. Sebastian forces a chuckle in return as he heads towards the stairs.