Evil Horns Novels & Stories

It wasn't just anger; it was pure, blinding fury, fueled by betrayal, humiliation, and the sudden, crushing weight of a ruined future. This man,This fucking bastard was standing here, mocking me, celebrating the destruction of my life, of Tristan's life. My eyes darted around, searching for anything. My gaze landed on it: a discarded baseball bat, likely from Tristan's old sports equipment, leaning against a large oak tree near the driveway. Perfect! Without a second thought, driven by instinct and a primal need to strike back, I lunged for it. My fingers wrapped around the cold, worn grip, the wood feeling surprisingly heavy and solid in my hand.

Part of me still can't believe it all even though I've already seen the whole truth Mira helped me close the zippers, comb my hair and put some makeup on my face, and while she was straightening my hair, we heard the sound of a loud trumpet player. Excitedly, Mira said, and I didn't understand why she was excited I stood in front of the window, pulling my long dress behind me, staring with displeasure at John who was standing tall and close to him, two men who turned my eyes to...the devils??? I focused on the features of their leader. He seemed to be in his thirties, his skin was white in an exaggerated way, and his hair was very short black in color and on top of his head were two black ho

Devon POV: Slumping on my seat in my office, I sighed deeply. This was the first time in the thousands of years I've lived that I'd think about someone so much. The most annoying thing was that my thoughts weren't occupied by a female, but a male at that! " I'm homophobic, for goodness’ sake!” I yelled and smashed the wine filled glass I was formerly twirling. I ran my fingers through my hair, praying to the goddess that he'd leave my thought, but soon got interrupted when the door was slammed open.

Like how did his sentence even relate to her question? Sensing her confusion, Earl explained further, "Well we really crave for a fat animal's arse tied to a stick, roasting over a splendid fire. Aren't I right Earl of Vetcom?" He immediately sent Jason a teasing smile, one which spoke many languages of his defeat earlier. Still, he answered, "Right."

“I hope you stay true to your words. But all this have happened, and you still aren’t curious about Aiden’s enemy?” “Enlighten me then.” “Azvameth De Veil.” As soon I mentioned his name, the colors on his face changed. The calm and composed facial expression turned to something dark. I felt like the storm of darkness clouded his eyes. His body turned stiff and I could feel his face burning. The personality which he was using to tease me shifted to being cold. I could feel his hatred for Azvameth just by his name so I am not sure what he would do if Azvameth shows up in front of him. It would be an end of Azvameth if he shows up in front of this raging lion.

Unless… The High Witch’s stoic visage gives way to a saccharine smile. If Evanora were here, she would remark that this expression is similar to that of Arielle Vane whenever she realised she was betrayed. She dubbed it the demonic smile, because if one were to look at her in that moment, you would see an expression akin to the spawns of Hell- utterly cruel, twisted and manic. I tried, mama. I really did. They’re the ones who want to die.

“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the

My jaw clenched and I exhaled nothing less than the sound of a growl. Looking in my rearview mirror before getting out, I noticed the color of my eyes had changed to black. They only turn black when I let my demon out, the demon that craves the sound of screams, the smell of blood, the sight of fear in someone’s eyes, the feeling of their bones crushing in my bare hands. It had been a while since I had done any good and decent torture - Bradley and his group of thugs seemed like a great place to cure that craving.

He was many times more sinister than Hana had seen him when he eats Stevanus's liver. Delldora's eyes are black with fiery red eye balls. His body was seen rotting everywhere and two horns appeared from his head. Do not forget the claws that look very sharp. Continuous hiss came out of his mouth. "Come on, quickly!" Hana leaned back when Delldora suddenly turned her gaze to Hana. The hair on her neck immediately stood up. There was absolutely no human look in Delldora's eyes. Like he thought of Hana as "prey".

Fennel and Philip looked at each other before walking toward the manor’s entrance. Suddenly, ten burly men with tattoos all over their bodies rushed out of the manor. They were outrageously stout like gorillas! Fennel and Philip stopped at the same time. The former stared coldly at the ten burly men rushing out and said softly, “Be careful. These ten people are the Hellhounds of the Hall of Evil, the top ten killing machines under the Dark Angels. Their combat level should be between the third and fourth zones. Although it’s not particularly high, their bodies have undergone special transformations. Once their power is fully unleashed, they can reach the peak strength of the fourth zone!”