Evil Hall の小説・ストーリー

The car looked like many she had seen, and she was running away from it without stopping when suddenly, another vehicle joined the stalking, coming towards her from behind. The blonde had to brake, she had no escape. From the newly arrived vehicle descended a hooded guy with a bat in his hand, which he raised with both arms to make it fall hard on the taillights, splintering them and, once again, recharged the force to break any part of the bodywork. "Roll down the window! Roll down the window, or I'll break the glass in your face!" the guy demanded, who was frightening the blonde. The window slid down, revealing Elizabeth shaking. The guy tried not to show his astonishment at seeing her so

The smell of rotting flesh and vomit welled up as a dark figure began to climb up over the two females. Isabella shut her eyes a moment as light surrounded her protecting her at the same time. She saw a vision of an ancient forgotten race of men who were much taller and very evil. They had reddish hair and long skulls. Their eyes were dark and filled with malice. All at once she understood everything they had done and who they were today. The knowledge that was hidden on purpose by them flooded into Isabella all at once from deep within her mind. She opened her eyes. “So, you chose the smallest and weakest among us as your prey. You raped them. You killed them. You ate them. You are filth. Y

It was his first time doing it, and his hound didn't just drag one person to hell; he dragged over a hundred, and he did it viciously and effortlessly. Maverick closes his eyes, and when he does, it's like a curtain opening up, revealing the gate. He sees into the depths of the darkness where the red glows beneath it. It calls to him louder, and it's enticing. Smoke seeps from his body, mingling with the smoke rising from the depths of hell. His body tingles as his hellhound becomes antsy, wanting to come forward and answer the call of the gate. It calls to him again, and Shade howls in Maverick's head, trying to answer it. The call is so strong that Shade can taste its fiery essence.

The three of them had a nice and warm breakfast together, filled with laughter and joy. Valle found himself in a dark and scary dream. This place was full of sad images and strange words that echoed in his mind, making him feel uneasy. He stood alone in a large, empty field when a creepy old woman appeared before him. Her eyes stared at him with a strong intensity that made him shiver. She spoke to him in a harsh voice, “Cursed are you. Evil is all you will be known for, and evil is all you will know.”

When he got to where I was, he held out the tool for me to see clearly "Please." I continued struggling against the bindings desperately. When he reached out to grab my arm, I suddenly froze, closing my eyes and turning my face away. "You Thompsons have heartlessly killed so many of our kind. You killed even those who never killed a human for centuries. You've tortured us and hunted us like Prey." Venom dripped from his voice. The darkness in his eyes intensified as he trailed the knife over my skin teasingly. I couldn't stop trembling in utter terror.

“It’s them.” The warriors around them bristled, weapons drawn, ready for battle. Eve felt a strange sensation wash over her, her instincts screaming run, yet her body refused to move. A deep, unsettling energy crackled in the air, sending shivers down her spine. Then Damien whispered a single word. “Bloodhowlers.” A deadly silence followed. Even the wind seemed to still, as if nature itself feared what was coming. Eve’s pulse pounded in her ears as she turned toward the treeline, the shadows shifting unnaturally. Something was watching them.

A coin on the ground emitted a dazzling golden light, directly hitting the Evil Devil. The Evil Devil let out a scream of madness. In the blink of an eye, the soul scattered. Cadell Marcus looked at the Evil Devil who willingly scattered his soul and refused to answer his question, and the doubts in his heart became even deeper. Just now, that Evil Devil seemed to be avoiding something. What exactly was it that made it so afraid? Cadell Marcus didn't think of it, but in his heart he felt a little uncomfortable.

he teased, I hate this man, him and all his wet towel handing over his waist and his tired wet hair hanging over his face, I could help but gulp. All those good unholy things those hands did to my body, comes back to mind, I want to experience them all over again. I am brought back to the earth by a chuckle, his annoying chuckle, “I am leaving,” I grumble. “You can use my shower if you want, I am not as greedy and mean as you,” he yells but I ignore him. As I open the door, I meet Esther who was about to knock on Heath’s door, what a lucky woman I am. It has officially been confirmed, I am hexed.

I was faster than her. Hilda Farell's smile twisted into a deadly and malevolent grin, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. "You have no inkling of the torment that awaits you," she hissed, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "I will haunt you until your dying breath, and even beyond that, I will ensure your soul is forever trapped in a realm of suffering."