Evil Forest Novels & Stories

And now, it was mine to unravel. I dropped a bit of dried foxglove into the bowl. The liquid turned purple for a moment, pulsed, then cleared. A notification buzzed on my phone. Anonymous: ‘Phase one successful. Target destabilized.’ I allowed myself a satisfied smirk as I typed my response: “Proceed to phase two. Attack Storm territory next. Keep casualties minimal. We don’t want attention yet so fewer casualties to throw the suspicion off us.” I set the phone down beside the obsidian runes and turned back to the vision.

“I’ve always had faith in this team and in Riley.” “Good. Then we need a plan,” Silas said. “Got anything in mind, Riley?” I looked out beyond the safe point, toward the upper mountain where moonlight spilled over the stone paths in long silver streaks. “The Mooncrown Stalker.” That killed the tiny bit of warmth left in the air. Odin rubbed a hand over his face. “You mean the giant murder-cat nobody sane hunts on purpose?” I nodded. Silas gave a low whistle and leaned back against the rock. “Well. That would definitely count as risking everything.”

Savannah whirled. The beds were empty. The monitors blank. Echoed footsteps died. In the eerie, flickering red, realization struck— They’d vanished. *** The forest that night wasn’t alive—it was ancient, watching. Eva followed, tremors on her lips and fury in her little heart. Mira-Eve moved in front—silent, certain—like someone who had practiced walking ghosts. Mossy roots snagged their footing. Fog curled low, knotted through trees. Cold wind rattled overhead. Lightning revealed mire-laced eyes and lithic branches.

“Because soon, things are going to change. And when they do… I don’t want you caught in the crossfire.” “Crossfire?” My voice wavered. “Ian, what are you into? What are you talking about” Instead of answering, he smirked faintly, leaning close enough for me to feel the heat of his breath. “Stay close to me, Eve. Or you might just… disappear.” Before I could respond, he brushed past me and disappeared into the night, leaving me trembling at the gate, unsure if the shiver down my spine was fear or something darker. ⸻

“Go public. Blow the whistle to the elders, the whole damn supernatural world. Your father couldn’t have that. So he sent his man that night. Quick. Clean. Or so he thought. But I was there, visiting my sister, hiding in the shadows when it went down. I recorded it all on my phone. Every shot. Every plea. Every confession he whispered to make sure the job was done.” Her eyes gleamed in the dim light. “That tape isn’t just evidence of murder, Sage. It’s the key to his empire crumbling. And now… it’s mine to burn. Or yours to take. But ask yourself—do you really want Eve knowing her parents died because your father was a crook? That you’re the son of the monster who stole her world?” I stared

So Almighty has a great hand in this. When evil goddess planned he played it in another way by bringing that family at the correct time in that spot. I am hoping that all will end in good way anyway... Dear,,, if you weren't there l might become a cause for that hybrid's death and might become a reason for the destruction of whole world. lf you weren't there l might be a person who will be more evil than cactus. Thanks god! for making my vampire friend immortal. Otherwise we didn't get a chance to know all this like the witch Cactus...", said the old werewolf with weeping.

Camden asked. "The Evil Eye is a deadly curse, it's characterized by a pair of glowing purple eyes for the user, amd only the target can see these glowy eyes, it only takes a few seconds for the curse to set in. It's like a time bomb, the user can just choose whenever they want to finally kill their target. And when they do, the curse inside the target will attack every organ system in their body, the pain gets too much that the target doesn't feel anything anymore, but one thing that's sure about the Evil Eye is that, once it's in, it's sure to kill," Genevive replied. "We're up against real shit here," Camden stated.

He looked unconvinced, like he was calculating the risks of revealing too much. Eliana held her composure, keeping her legs crossed neatly and her hands folded carefully in her lap. She tried to look respectful, calm, and as relaxed as possible, anything that might push him into continuing. Finally, Blackwood leaned forward, almost like she shrugged inside him. “There’s a greater evil growing,” he said. “One no one in the Pack can see coming, and when it finally does come, it will wipe away everyone and everything. It will take them all by surprise.”

she croaks as more tears pooled out from her eyes, her inner turmoil surfacing as she tried to determine whether or not she could trust me. ​I'm your mate. Of course you can trust me. ​I bite my tongue to stop the words from coming out, my mind screaming a reminder that she was a human. A human who knew nothing about my kind besides what was on television and wouldn't understand the concept of mates. ​I curse mentally with the realization that my mate was a human girl who could easily reject me when she found out what I really was. The Goddess truly was a cold-hearted cunt.

“Our time is running out. The Hunters know this place. When they come… blood will flow again. And this time, it will be yours, Evelyn.” Then he vanished into the swirling crimson haze. --- Through the shattered cathedral windows, the wind howled like a lament. Evelyn tightened her grip on the dagger, staring at the pulsing red sigil beside the coffin beating like a living heart. Her whisper was cold and distant, the voice of fate itself. “If Valenfort drowns in blood, then I will decide its last breath.”