Evil Dead Novelization Novels & Stories

I wondered how old it must be, the writing seemed to have been hand written in calligraphy rather that typed or printed in anyway. “Here,” Albert said, pointing to a spot on the page. Aly and I both leaned in to get a better look. “The two made up of half evil and half purity shall come together deciding the fate of all and ruling alongside one another for all eternity. That is the prophecy I told you about. I really hadn't understood it until now.” “Where did you get this book, Albert. Who wrote it?” I asked.

Then his dark eyes landed in the newspaper and he immediately understood the matter. His picture, the one which Antonio verified, was printed on the front page beside Novak’s, with Murderers written in bold above their heads. Udona cackles in the background after watching this and covers her translucent globe with a dark cloth. Evil can only rule this far when the Devil walks the darkness while holding a bleeding heart in his palms.

Without any further contemplation, I walked out of the marquee, unable to muster enough motions or strength to even run, or tears to spill from my soulless eyes for that matter. The indestructible power of evil had been shown to me for the very first time, and the innocent soul of Madam Maxima paid the price and perished torturously. My frozen mind bubbled one crucial thought as my legs forced their way of out of the place, that my dream of a life filled with peace and bliss, lay far from my reach…as I viewed myself stuck in the never-ending realm of evil….

Zombies are not real. He is patient. His heart is killing him but he is patient. He will see it through. He will see the figure. Slowly, it is becoming clearer. He can see the shape out of the dark. It looks like a human. It is human. But zombies are humans that ended up as lab rats and return to revenge so it is too early to judge. If it is human, why are they out at night, walking slowly from the dark? The house. Towards the house.

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.

Making my way over to her desk three books lay open stacked on top of each other so parts of each could be seen. The top book I had absolutely no doubt I had never seen. Columns running down each page with names, dates, a single letter either B,Y or R and the last column all had DECEASED written. Thumbing through the pages, the rest of the book offered no explanation to the meaning of its contents. Moving it aside the second book is filled with handwritten notes. I recognized Miss Evens writing right away. There are two others, one a elegant script and the other very hard to read. Scanning the pages the main theme focused on some kind of hybrid Lycans.

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

His hands clawed at my wrist. And then I squeezed. His skull cracked under the pressure, and I felt his brain give way beneath my fingers. I dropped him and stepped back, surveying the carnage. Four traitors. Dead. My wolf was satisfied. I wiped my hands on my jeans and walked out. Ahhh, I bask in the feeling of the slaughter. This is who I truly am. Derek was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. “It’s done,” I said. He nodded. “I’ll call the cleanup crew.”

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

Conrad had stared wide-eyed at me, then he shrugged it off, "Who is it this time?" "Lindsay's lover, his name is Elias Nieminen; he is also Levi's friend." I briefly explained, "The last time I gave you a job, you handed it over to Lazarus, and he screwed it up." "Trust me, brother, this time will be different. I am worried why all of a sudden this is not you. Engel, you haven't pulled this sort of stuff for a long time," Conrad said with a small pleasing smile appearing on his face, "I was worried that woman took away my brother's ruthlessness, but I guess she will be the one to bring out the devil in you,"