Deliver Us From Evil Novels & Stories

Carl's gaze was indifferent, the slight lift at the end of his eyes filled with coldness and danger. "You think you're worthy of self-destructing in front of me?" Heaven's Power in Carl's palm contracted sharply, and golden light completely engulfed Evil Doll's body. With a muffled "bang," Evil Doll was utterly reduced to smoke under the devouring of Heaven's Power, not even a trace of black aura remained, leaving behind only a faint burnt smell. Evil Doll vanished from the world completely. The first time, it escaped; the second time, it got away because there were too many people. But this time, he would not let it escape again—once, twice, but never a third time.

“You spent the last hour bragging about your perfect lives while I smiled and nodded and pretended I gave a shit. None of you are my friends. You’re all just… pieces of shit.” Kendall opened the leather-bound book, flipping through pages covered in strange symbols and handwritten notes. “There is going to be a ritual. With all of you as participants.” Mark stood up slowly, his hands raised. “Kendall, listen to me. You don’t want to do this. Whatever you think this ritual is going to give you, it’s not worth it. Let us go, and we can all forget this happened—” “Sit. Down.” She waved her gun. The three guards surrounding us lifted their weapons in sync.

Hyde nodded, "Don't be so protective, says the person who materialized out of thin air when Amy was interrupted." Jeremy was speechless. The new song, My Dearest Delusion, was the story of a girl who ran away from her wedding after becoming disillusioned with love, stumbled through her escape, and unexpectedly found her true love along the way. Amy prepared a beautiful, intricately-woven wedding dress, and a pair of white high-heels that were especially suited for running away from weddings.

Placing her hand on the figure's shoulder, she whispered to the person, then she left the room. The man couldn't get what she said to the figure, but he felt it wasn't something good at all. His eyes landed on the figure's hand. The figure was holding a sword. The man heart started beating fast. He wondered if the sword was meant for. He felt his legs and hands shake. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He looked up at the black figure's face, but all he could see was darkness. "Please let me go. I promise, I will delete the video." He said with his lips quivering.

"Ok." "I came this year as well. I am not as humble as she may think I am but, I do not want to disappoint her. In the past few months, I had the opportunity to be with someone who understood me more than the person who gave birth to me. Not that I am mocking you. I have decided to free myself from the chains you tied me with when I was a child. My father still despises you and will continue to despise you. If I loved Rubia and yet cheated on her I would have killed myself. You are chained to your sins forever, Vanessa Martha Arabella."

And that’s why I’m dying, Nina, I knew you will come one day. The scar on my arm has been on fire, reminding me of my dues. I can’t pay them this time. I can’t do that to you, oh, sweet Nina, I have lived my life, and only hope that I can be reunited with your father and your brother on the other side. I fear that my actions have provided for more insidious consequences, however. I will repeat my initial warning, Nina. Do not go into the evil forest, come out, only evil waits there. I can’t bear to imagine if the creature is able to reach your husband Abednego. Our sweet, sweet Nina with poor, poor Abednego.

he exhaled, then joined his forehead with hers, his hands still touching, they didn't want to stop, but he had to stare her in the face. "What are you doing here? When did you get here?" "Sofia, listen to me well. There are good and bad people around us. And even those who seem bad, are not. The other way around, there are good people disguised as evil. Whatever may, no matter who the people are, I want you to understand that it's in me that you will trust to the fullest." She looked right into his eyes. His were now injected with something she couldn't decipher. "Why do you say that?"

"The princess of light, the God of good. I need you to turn around my child and go with your mate; you carry his child the future child of light." We both gasp as he smiles at us, Deliah places her hand on her stomach as the white figure says. "Your mate needs you, Your child needs you, Your brother's need you Sweet Princess of light, your family needs you and your people need you to defeat the God of Evil, turn around and walk away from the light. Now is not your time Deliah?" And in another flash of light, the God is gone along with Deliah's wings and halo; I pull her into my arms with a sigh of relief as I say.

I ask urgently. “When the day comes that you yield to the woman with hair as dark as night, lips the shade of cherry and skin like milk; when you allow her evil to bleed within you… pay heed, for then, shall you bring doom to the world.” He says, I can see the layer of sweat on his forehead as he struggles, his eyes flickering from green-gold to red. My heart clenches at his words. Evil. Am I evil? I don’t know what to make of that. I refuse to believe that I am… what have I done that is so wrong - that makes me evil?

Evil is contagious). “Don’t you ever miss the old days when you were free to do what you wanted? Drink cool water, reach for the sun.” Weak, I know, but give me a break, I didn’t have much to work with. “There is no reason to disturb the soil for this purpose. It will not help release your friends.” “Why not?” I demanded to know. “Because the One True God will detect the change within his domain before you reach them.”