Novel & Cerita Evil Forest Spirits

The look in their eyes are almost same. The look of someone who'd do just anything, and will stop at nothing to bring their foes to their gruesome pieces, eyes of someone who loves watching the havoc they make, someone who loves smiling at the destruction and chaos they bring, grinning at the pains they inflict, the eyes of a devil. But even devils are ranked, she's an heartless one who has no good left in her to do, what good would she have left when she started seeing evil since birth??? But in his eyes, there are still some crumbs of humanity, and she's gonna use that against him a lot.

I know that War has hone-colored eyes, Death has scarlet-colored hair, and Pestilence’s eyes are two different colors. Each woman steps forward with their dove-colored wings extended and flaming swords held tightly between their fists. War’s eyes, armor and sword, are the color of crimson. Deaths are black, and Pestilence’s glow neon green. I smile at each woman. “War, Death, Pestilence. It has been a long time.” They each give me a respectful bow keeping their swords at their sides. War steps forward and looks me over, “Estamos aqui para tu servicio, hermana.” We are here at your service, sister.

The era where the three forces coexisted under the common man, the vampire, the purifier, and the human. They are usually the upper class and aristocracy, especially those who are successful, they are closely related to the British royal family, one hundred percent of the royal family is forty percent of the royal bloodline. purifiers. They are considered the children of God, he created them to punish the wicked, destroy the bloodthirsty and cleanse the evil. They are considered heroes in the eyes of others, but few people know that in them there is jealousy, they have crimes, and there are seven sins like humans. They are not saints. And the most powerful force is vampires, they are rulers,

What was going on? It shuddered and jerked around. More spectral figures appeared, rushing toward the rift. I saw Eve get to her feet and turn back to join Allison and Delilah in keeping them back. I saw one of the spirits. It was twisted and burned with a malevolent light, and hunger glinted in its spectral eyes. "They’re coming!" Eve cried, her voice sharp with urgency. "We have to close the gate! Quickly!" Delilah and Allison shoved them back, but I could see that they were faltering. Eve joined the line, casting her own magic against the onslaught.

he declared with a burning determination that could be seen from his fiery eyes. Something, not someone is watching us… Destine instinct tells me and I look back before running after the thing leaving Titus confused, but he follows me quickly. “What’s wrong?” He asked quickly, seeing my serious face. “Something’s watching us.” I said quickly then stopped in at clearing in the middle of the deepest forest and saw something flying above. A ghost? ‘A witch’ corrected Destine as she watched the witch’s movements before disappearing. Tap… Footsteps stopped behind me and I turned to look at my mate who looked confused “What’ is it?”

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.

Whittail giving a sly smile. I swallowed, “Then why don’t people stop this, shut down the school if the ghost are dangerous?” “I do, I stop the people from talking to them. I didn’t realize until it was too late that Miss Zurbrinsky was involved with them,” explained Whittail. “They ask for help and when someone offers it, they draw them in, and cause them to go insane. It’s a shame, Miss Zurbrinsky is the first I lost to them.” He moved closer to me. “Catherine, quit before it’s too late. You are a pretty girl.” He reached for me again. I side-stepped his outstretched hand and walked towards the exit.

“Do it. I don’t give a fuck.” The laughter echoed, unnatural and terrifying. I couldn’t look at him anymore. The man I’d stood beside moments ago, ready to vow my future to, was gone. This creature kneeling in his place was something else entirely—psychotic, gleeful in his evil. My stomach churned; I turned my face away, heart hammering in pure fear. Sage’s jaw clenched, rage radiating off him like heat from a fire. His finger tightened on the trigger. “Any final words?”

"You know that I'm his real wife, so why are you playing along with this ruse, May?" The moment those words left my mouth, the color faded from both of their faces, while the audience erupted in confusion. "Is this woman mad? Why did she call the bride May?" "Didn't May get caught in an explosion a month ago?" "That's right! Since when could the dead come back to life?" "You're right, they can't. Unless… she didn't die in the first place!" The hall exploded into chaos, conversations erupting from every direction. Clearly having lost his calm, Ben shouted, "Where is your proof?!"

Her flawless skin began withering away like plaster off a wall and got replaced with the wrinkles of a thousand years, her sparkling teeth turned pale yellow and grew pointy and her eyes became pupil-less… The same face I viewed in my nightmares. Her hands turned bony, like the branches of a tree. They could never have been a more hideous and repugnant sight on earth, diffusing the air with a pungent and nauseating stench. A million sparkling vapours were tearing through the figure, what appeared to be souls of young maidens, with lively smiles on their ghostly faces, who had been sucked off and been trapped by the sinister lady over the centuries. "You….will…pay for this,” the ancient lady