Evil Horns Novels & Stories

"Fangs of a vampire, eyes of a wolf, " "Skin of a dog, veins of a bull, " "Juice of a toad, wing of a vulture, " "Beak of an ostrich, whisker of a lion" "Tail of a rat, nails of a man," "Intestine of a crocodile, neck of a camel." "All mixed together as a steamy broth." "For an evil spell, " "To meet hades in hell, " "The demons have now escaped from hell," "Hop, hop is the sound,"

Now… a thing of nightmares. Ten feet tall. Twisted. Bare-chested with blackened skin like volcanic stone. Veins of glowing green magic pulsed through his muscles, a mockery of life. His face was barely human, split by a smile too wide, eyes burning like emerald embers under stormlight. Horns curled from his head. Fingers ended in claws. He roared, and with it, the air shattered. Windows exploded. Trees cracked and fell in his wake. The witches came with him.

"Heh, dealing with you, I alone am enough." Evil Doll's voice was icy cold. In a flash, its figure turned into a stream of black mist, lunging at Amelia. Its speed was astonishing, and with the formation's power, the evil energy around it surged violently. Its withered little hand sliced through the air with a tearing sound, clawing straight at Amelia's face.

“You have to get out of here.” “What?” Noah frowned, doubting his ears. Jone jolted his head up and grabbed Ophelia by both shoulders, his eyes piercing through to her soul. “They are coming!” “Evil is coming!” He yelled out. Ophelia started to feel her own heart starting to panic despite not understanding the gibberish language. “Jone, what is evil?” she asked. “Evil killed your clan!” Jone yelled out. “Evil is who you have been looking for all these years and now they are coming for you!”

She turned toward the sound, her breath catching as two glowing crimson eyes pierced the darkness. A figure materialized before her, tall and impossibly broad. His obsidian skin gleamed like polished stone, every muscle defined and rippling with otherworldly power. Horns curved elegantly from his head, framing a face that was both terrifying and mesmerizing. His lips curved into a predatory smile, revealing sharp fangs. “I didn't……”Ivy stammered, her voice shaking. “What the hell you aren’t real! Wait I didn't think it would work."Ivy stutters as her brain goes completely scrambled at the shocking moment in front of her.

But it was his eyes—those pitch-black orbs—that held my gaze. They were endless, deep and fathomless, as though no light could ever escape from them. They seemed to pierce through the very fabric of reality, holding within them centuries of knowledge, cruelty, and an insatiable hunger. Atop his head, two horns curved back from his temples, dark and jagged like twisted obsidian. They were sharp and elegant, a stark contrast to the softness of his features. These horns added an undeniable air of danger to his beauty—reminding anyone who looked at him that he was no mere mortal, but something far older, far more powerful.

Olivine howled, a chilling, distorted cry, but he twisted free, slashing at Visaris' flank. The two collided again, their massive forms crashing together with bone-rattling force. They clawed, tore, and bit in a vicious, primal dance of power and fury. Olivine's jagged claws raked across Visaris' side, slicing through fur and skin with brutal ease, drawing thick lines of crimson. Visaris grunted, pain flaring hot through his body, but his movements didn’t falter. His strikes were relentless, each calculated with deadly precision, as he pushed Olivine back.

he growled. “Leila, Leila please talk to me!” I could hear Nick still on the phone. I watched as Dan raised the phone to his ear. “If I can’t have her then no-one can.” An evil smile appeared across his face as he hung up and pulled the knife out.

A slowly death. The punisher was half naked. His face contorted evily in a satisfaction of thirst for blood. The glint on his eyes could not compared to such darkness but indeed it was of such void of evil. his naked back, has a mark of a huge skull and horn which was wrapped in dark circles like an eclipsed moon. Thus, this place was the myth the elders told; the Voidelous Scarke pillars: the origin of Darkness.

Gbam! In a split second, Sebastian turns to towards the left side of the road, his jaw drops, and his brain halts in that very second. That very second as his eyes catches sight of a black SUV racing from the other end of the road. He has no time to think, no time to press the brakes if that is even what he should do. The strong black military grade car collides with his sending a wave of pain through the colliding metal into his left side before swinging him like a table tennis ball into a haphazard glass shattering motion.