Evil Forest Novels & Stories

She even knew that the villagers would do anything for money. "Fredrick... Not all people are good. You see us Humans are creatures that are made of equal amounts of good and evil. sometimes Evil exceeds good and sometimes good exceeds Evil. At times we do evil for a good cause but... But there is none in this world who is completely pure. Neither you nor I... Nor the citizens of the Empire..." said Rubia I know that… Much more than you think I do Rubia... They arrive at Fredrick's palace opposite to which was a Palace built for Rubia by the Emperor when she was young. *

A secret path through the frost-silver trees, cloaked by enchantment and shadow. The path led to a clearing long forgotten by the rest of the world. Twelve skulls—snow-white and wolf-boned—circled a silver tree with bark like light and leaves like night. This was where she found her. Mother Noira. The pack witch. The Shaman of the White Wolves. Her skin was the color of storm clouds, her eyes blind but glowing with thin threads of violet. Runes were carved into her flesh, old magic pulsing from her bones like breath.

so violent it simply cuts off the heads of these wolves He finished with them, so their cries rose, and everyone ran away from him His terrified eyes looked at Ardena to run towards her, making a sound in the ground from the force of his strikes to the ground Do not be afraid, my dear, for you have someone who can easily throw his soul to death so that your heartbeat can continue You have someone who is ready to become 'just a withered corpse' in order for you to bloom

Elysia and Alex volunteered for the task, knowing their stealth and speed would be invaluable. Under the cover of darkness, Elysia and Alex slipped into the forest, moving silently through the shadows. The forest was eerily quiet, the only sound being the rustle of leaves underfoot. They reached the outskirts of the Destroyers’ camp and observed from a hidden vantage point. The Destroyers had fortified their camp with makeshift barricades and patrols. Fen, their leader, stood at the center, giving orders to his subordinates. His presence exuded an aura of confidence and power, a stark reminder of the threat they faced.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

His stare turned dark, ambushing my face. "You filthy bastard. You dare raise your hand to hit me?" "I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit you," my voice faltered, with my tongue feeling like lead. "I see... are you trying to explain there's some imaginary force that led your hand to my face? Do you realize you're digging your own grave?" His gaze clouded even more, revealing his evil soul. Elvira, a bigger shit than two tons of manure, cocked her head to the side, breaking into a burst of ugly laugh that made me want to punch her botox-infested face.

“Did you talk to him during your prep time?” He nods. “So the place is named after this little dilapidated church that sits in the northeast section of the forest. It’s old as fuck and falling apart. Rumor has it that the priest there went crazy and started killing everyone in the congregation. Thus, Forte Inglesia Malefique. Forest of the evil church. So it’s supposed to be haunted, but Mark hid there last time. There’s a crypt underneath that has space to hide, as well as an altar that’s hollowed out. He said there’s room for several people to hide there, and the vamps hate it because it’s still a church, even if it’s evil.” Annamarie’s face somehow seems even paler. “Do you think it’s hau

Victor looked back at the valley. Thousands of Ferals were screaming. They weren't wolves anymore. They were piles of black, weeping ink, trying to crawl onto the shimmering path of light Elodie was projecting from her chest. Every time a Feral touched the bridge, the light hissed. The creature would blacken, its weight dragging it down into the vacuum of the dying Earth.

The Dragon laughed darkly but said nothing. “Tell me something, Kane.” Lady Long said. “If the Sentinel had not attacked your pack, would you still be hunting them with such rage in your heart?” “Yes,” The Alpha answered. “Because no one should cut anyone open and experiment on them in order to alter their fate or lives in anyway whatsoever. That is a deep level of evil that should not exist and trust me, I have seen my fair share of evil.” “Where is this, Death Valley?” Emma asked. “It is a neutral ground for all the creatures of the night, a place where scores are settled with blood and death.” Long replied.

“ Then please tell me what I can do to fix this problem. I am willing to do anything, Emily.” “ They will come for us, Eva. They must have sensed the energy-field created by you. Some of them might have even sensed the presence of the second Alexart. There is nothing you can do to prevent them.” I shuddered at her fearful tone. Emily was not the one to get scared easily. I asked her in a wavering voice, “ When you said they what did you mean?” “ ‘They’ indicates everyone Eva, the vampires, werewolves and any other evil creatures that are thirsty for power. They will be drawn towards the Alexart like bees to honey.