Deliver Us From Evil Novels & Stories

Forever. But the way was hard. The hardest decision she’d ever have to make. And she had only one day to decide if she was ready to do it. She didn’t know if she could. But she knew she had to. The next morning, she was getting ready, her face pale, her body weak from all the stress and sleepless nights. Then, her phone rang. A call. She picked it up, spoke for a while, and then grabbed her purse with trembling hands. She walked out of her house, got into a cab, and went straight to the place... the only place that could help her escape Zayren and his madness.

“I’m helping you get through the cruelty of the world.” “Last time I checked, selling your soul to the devil doesn’t necessarily have a happy ending. I’m scared. I don’t want this anymore. To be you-you-your-your vessel of mercy. I just want a normal life, Devlin. I’m hurting still even after you promised me I’d be happy. You used me, Dustin used me and your father tried to reduce me into a pile of broken bones and ash. I don’t want this.”

But it was also offering her a lifeline, however dangerous. She placed her hand in his, ignoring the electric jolt that shot up her arm at the contact. "Deal." Later, as she signed the contract, Maya couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just made a deal with the devil himself. A devastatingly handsome devil with an Italian accent and eyes that seemed to see right through her carefully constructed defenses. What she didn't notice was the way Luca watched her sign, a flicker of something beyond professional interest crossing his face—something that made Sophia raise an eyebrow in silent warning.

"You're finally admitting it, then. If Susan is so great, then go ahead and divorce me already! The sooner we split, the sooner you two can have your happily ever after!" Charlie was the same back then. He knelt before me, singing praises of how kind, gentle, and virtuous Susan was. He claimed that meeting her made him feel like his life was finally worth living.

Evelyn corrected. Lucien fell silent, then took her hand. His touch was cold as ice, but trembling slightly. “If it’s not controlled, it will eat you alive. Evelyn, the primal blood isn’t a power — it’s a punishment.” “I know,” she whispered. “But if I want to save Valenfort, I have no other choice.” --- At the Crimson Pact meeting. Kael slammed his hand down on the table. “The Divine Order is preparing to purge the western district. They’re going to drop holy blood bombs on the whole area.”

Sometimes the things we lose are the things we value the most—the persons we value the most. Side effects of an act done in a moment of weakness but while we blame ourselves, we still hope things had turned out differently. And just as we wish to turn back the hands of the clock and do it right, things don't always go the way we want them to. A way of saying, we are not God. Sebastian knocks on the door, the sound cracking rails and blaring horns of trains can be heard from a distance. The stench of dead animals burns his nostrils as he raises his hand to knock again before the door creaks open.

, I prayed that it was a nightmare, and I was going to wake up any second now. Deol gave a sign for the two men holding Jay down to let him go. Jay stayed kneeling in front of Deol, staring at him with a murderous expression. Deol smirked, and pulled the trigger. The bullet torn Jay's skull and left at the back of his head. A massive blood stream came out right away covering his face and slowly dying eyes. His dead body fell on the ground… motionless.

Serena looked horrified, and quickly sought the shelter of his arms once again. “Sweetheart, the Brethren vanquish evil. That is our main goal. Some of us protect against it, some of us heal those who have suffered from it, and some of us send it back to the depths of Hell, where it came from. This is who we are and what we were created for.”

But… "I once thought you were my savior, sent from heaven. But Spencer… you were just part of a well-planned scheme." As I finished speaking, Spencer's proud, unyielding posture collapsed completely. He dropped to his knees in front of my wheelchair, locking eyes with me at eye level. He asked, his voice quiet, "What would it take for you to forgive me?" The cigarette burned down to the filter, the ashes falling onto my fingertips, stinging me with their sharpness. I spoke softly, "Spencer, get me my revenge." "Alright," he answered without hesitation. - Two weeks later, news of Melanie's death spread.

"Just die! Once you're dead, all of your assets will go to me and Nicholas! We get to kill two birds with one stone if we let you die! That way, you won't be able to cause trouble for us ever again!" Nicholas was cursing me out as well. "Since you no longer are of any value to us, you should just hurry up and die already! Stop wasting our time!" Millie added, "Rest in peace, Tamara. May you have better luck in your next life." Mr. Welkin stood amidst the Kennedies, his expression smug. "Now that the pesky fly is gone, we can finally reunite as a real family!" Just like that, I was scorched to death by the temperature, which rose rapidly throughout the day.