Evil Horns Novels & Stories

“Oh, shut up.” “Rape! Rape!” Olivia screams. A crowd formed around them mostly, the elders. With Olivia’s thrashing, her deafening screams of ‘rape’, and the convincing look of devastation, she sure did attract a crowd. The elders have been kicking him with their feet on to the side of his face, to any part of his body visible, and vulnerable for them to hit. “What in the world is going on here?” At the sound of a gravelly voice, the elders parted. What an incredibly exciting date.

It wasn't his cologne, those bottles were all lined up in the bathroom. She picked a small box and at one short end was the white label containing the bar code and the description. Millie gasped and dropped the box. She picked it up quickly and looked again at the description. 'Clitoral Pebble Vibrator. Silver.' Millie put the box back in place, she was suddenly feeling intensely hot, and her breathing was very uneven. She picked another box, a bigger one this time. 'Rubber Ball Gag.' She pulled another one, 'Handmade Glass Butt Plug. Sm.' Millie gulped and hastily stuffed the boxes back in the drawer.

“You should be able to see the future! Tell me what will happen to her!” Reksa suddenly stopped acting like a wise old man and his expression turned cruel. His eyes turned red in an instant. He stood up, suddenly looming in front of Hugo, who had receded one step back in surprise. The devil in human form tapped his staff once and in a split second, the tip of the stick turned into a snake's head.

Evelyn's fingers slid from the tip of the demon's horns all the way to the root; the horns were so hard that the surface wasn't smooth, but rather had a pattern like a spiral pattern. She averted her gaze, noting that Sagon's tail twitched reflexively whenever her fingers touched the base of his horns, and his shoulders always shook. She thought of something and her calm vision lowered. Seeing the situation as she expected, Evelyn thought to herself, "That's right. In this regard, it doesn't make any difference whether it's a demon, a human or a dragon, it's all the same. At this time, Sagon suddenly lifted his face, and he became inexplicably agitated, grabbing Evelyn's wrist directly, each

Not that I know what matters they were discussing, but I knew it would be important enough to have all the neighboring packs involved. This beta had the silver moon pack symbol. He had light brown hair and brown eyes. He was muscular. Then he turned around and looked in our direction. Suddenly, he had his wolf looking through his eyes glowing and his canines out sniffing the air. He gave out a loud growl. “Mate” My heart stopped.

My jaw drops. In front of me stands a massive ember wolf with four heads—that’s right, four heads each with razor-sharp teeth. Fire rippling through her fur. She takes off, tearing the two witches apart without even stopping. She is in front of her beta in a flash and shreds the witch within seconds. Her beta shifts into a deep black wolf with fire-red eyes and black smoke coming off of her. Andricia lifts all four snouts to the sky and lets out a howl. Instantly, every pack member of hers shifts into the same black wolf, with black smoke trickling off of them. Hellhounds—they are a pack of hellhounds. They all rip the witches apart quickly, and the witches start to retreat.

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

"They aren't a strike team. They are husks. Flesh golems stitched together from the Warlock’s graveyard." Valerius hadn't sent living Lycans into the toxic trap. He had sent an army of the undead, completely immune to the agonizing pain of the silver and lye, driven only by the dark magic puppeteering their ruined nervous systems. The Husk let out a sound that defied description. It was a screech of tearing metal mixed with the wail of a dying infant, echoing from deep within its rotting chest cavity. It violently wrenched its arms upward.

They were arrogant as heck. The Orlih (The devils) This clan composed of the devils, underground spirits, and their King, Lucifer. This group were the most dangerous because their powers were uncontrollable. The devils were able to control other shifters, and the humans through their eyes and they were all controlled by Lucifer. He was the second most powerful shifter after the Phetath. Lucifer and Phetath were, even more, stronger than the elders which made them the deadliest shifters to ever exist.

We look forward to the day she can run with us. "Soon." The witch agreed with a soft smile. Some of the shadows began to dance like excited pups, their excited yips filling the air as a giant blonde man stepped out of the darkening tree-line followed by a smaller version of himself. Despite the winter months being on them, both males were golden like the husks of wheat and barley. Their white blonde hair matched that of the little girl babbling in her mother's arms. Ulf was much taller than his son and bulkier with muscles crowding his limbs and torso. His chiseled facial features could easily make the gods jealous and his blue eyes were topaz blue and as hard as ice as they surveyed the wor