Evil Hall Novels & Stories

Her face settled into a grimace when she saw a couple of Hallowed in the distance, both with rifles in their hands, and both aimed at her. Without any hesitation, she ducked away just as they began to fire on her. Bullets struck the cobble all along the streets and the walls, and caused cracks and fractures to spider out in their wake. And as Eva ran in a wide circle around them, their bullets also struck the Hallowed in between them. They were cut down as their own kind shredded them from behind. She narrowed her eyes as she realized that their simplemindedness made them uniquely dangerous. They were free of all morality, but at the cost of undying loyalty. That gave them the ability to des

Carl's gaze was indifferent, the slight lift at the end of his eyes filled with coldness and danger. "You think you're worthy of self-destructing in front of me?" Heaven's Power in Carl's palm contracted sharply, and golden light completely engulfed Evil Doll's body. With a muffled "bang," Evil Doll was utterly reduced to smoke under the devouring of Heaven's Power, not even a trace of black aura remained, leaving behind only a faint burnt smell. Evil Doll vanished from the world completely. The first time, it escaped; the second time, it got away because there were too many people. But this time, he would not let it escape again—once, twice, but never a third time.

I press the play button and instead of it playing music just as it's name implies I heard my grandfather's voice,he actually recorded his speech and it says thus; "Let all human race girdle themselves together for death is coming upon us,no one can save us,the evil mark is here and it will consume us all.Be prepared for damnation is here,the angel of death has come for vengeance and he won't stop until he has sucked our blood to it's satisfaction.BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!!!"

A bunch of assorted boards and beams rested against the wall in the corner between the boiler and the left wall. In the kitchen that still hadn’t been renovated, Brandon Price faced the wingman’s handheld cam to say they were about to investigate the basement, where rumor had it an evil entity was lurking, that wasn’t there for their previous investigation. He would go down ahead of the others, all by himself, to see if he was able to make contact with said entity, which he suspected to be of a demonic nature. “The brave dear leader,” I grunted. “Purposely.” “You mean he came already planning to get rid of his attachment here?”

Everything changes. A cold spike hits my chest. Sharp. Sudden. Wrong. The cabin fades. The warmth disappears. The smell of cedar and dinner and Noah’s humming vanishes. I’m standing in the Nothing. The empty. The dark. The place between worlds. And he’s there. Not my father. Not the man who held me in the dark and told me he loved us. This is the other one. The Hallow wearing Brad’s face. His eyes blaze with shadow and flame, furious and wild. “You let him mark you.” His voice cracks through the Nothing like thunder.

“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

The family whom I hunted to the last member of their clan, even to their unborn child. Debris and wrecks, I made my way through them until I reached the only remaining door. The cellar. I jumped down the two-story spiral staircase buried underground; crimson lights illuminated the hallways, hunted by the souls I put to rest beyond their time. Feral souls were buried here, and Tauri will become one of them. He will be forgotten and I will have one less enemy after this night. Henry was leaning against the wall of the hallway, covered in moss, a witness to the true identity of the king they were waiting to sit on the throne.

"Lewis! Take the car to 'dree millee.' Ellie must have been done with her class, I promised to come pick her from college. Go now!" His order was firm and sternly given and the young driver nodded in obedience. Zeres watched as Lewis reversed the car and then speeding out of the pull point, his face remained calm and indifferent. Questions began to run his mind, his face squeezed a little as he stared at the vault door 5 steps away from him. What does Ezekiel want to talk about? The fact that they were Vampires Living in the midst of humans isn't a course to reveal the well sealed secret before this humans which crowded his company as employees. He couldn't imagine what would happen if human

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

In death, as in life, she was pure evil. And she was here, in the room with her. “Leave, dark spirit,”Mrs Feeney said,in an almost inaudible whisper, “You have no power in this home!” The spirit's unholy presence lowered the temperature in the room and made the atmosphere oppressive and dark. Every shadow seemed magnified in her proximity.The shadows, her guardians.They moved where she did, never leaving her side. What evil was this?Surely it had been human once, alive and breathing, but now, it was a parody of humanity, a force of utter filth, borne of hatred and malice.