Evil Leafy Novels & Stories

She placed her rugged palm forward, and a gleaming dagger appeared. With a slow but hasty movement, I grabbed it from her hands. I observed the dagger which displayed an unusual gloss as if polished and sharpened a minute ago. It seemed sharp enough to slash away a hugely thick branch from a tree and had tiny carvings on it which read: King Eric.

Within minutes, it was over. Silence fell like a curtain, heavy and absolute. The garden, once a haven of peace, was now littered with bodies, the white stone paths slick with blood. The lilies—pure, delicate—had been stained crimson at their roots, their petals splattered with gore. And the vyreleaf, the prize they had come for, stood untouched in the moonlight. Its dark green leaves trembled gently in the breeze, as if mocking the carnage around it.

Pots and dishes shattered into pieces, and chairs and tables were overturned, leaving the place in complete disarray. Mayor Kingsley’s eyes were wide with anger, his voice full of menace. “Frank, you’d better give me an explanation. My son’s death won’t go unanswered!” Dad collapsed to his knees, trembling as he repeatedly bowed, his forehead quickly turning red and swollen. “Mayor Kingsley, it was that wretched Eve who caused all this. She’s already dead. I even fed her body to the pigs. Please, have mercy on me.” Mayor Kingsley sneered. “And you think that’s enough?”

Leo hated more than ever having his left arm wounded. "If you take one more step, you won't survive." The guy raised his hands, stopping in his tracks. "Liliana, go for Frank and your closing; tell them to locate Sofia and Liam right now!" He took a good look at the guy, he saw him wanting to smile. "I know Gael sent you, where is he? What was the order? Speak out!" Liliana ran out of the house and looked around. She turned her head to her left, towards the only way in and out of the area. The car of her cousin was halfway there, completely stopped, the engine turned off.

Only the musician keeps playing. A stream of burgundy liquid threaded with gold pours out, thicker than wine but thinner than blood. The smell is strange—half a dozen plants, something like dirt or grit, a warmth I can’t quite explain. But the liquid puddles between the roots of the tree and just…sits there. Shit. It’s actually not going to work. Eva leans up on her tiptoes. “Something’s happening.” “What?” I grab her wrist to keep her from toppling over. I don’t see anything.

Their eyes gleam a vicious, evil red that shows the true depths of their soullessness. All at once, they charge at Gamma Everly.

I asked him softly. "Evie, your face," he started as he took a step backwards. "My face?" I felt my face with my fingers and it felt normal, there was nothing there so what was he talking about? "There's nothing on my face." I told him. He was still taking short steps back, one at a time until his back hit the door. Why was he so scared? What's going on? "Eve, your eyes are black." He said with fright. "What do you mean?"

Eve stepped back, backwards and her back touched the door of her daughter's room. Eve's hand trembled slightly. The paper contained a photograph of Eve and her daughter Aleena smiling. The photo had red crosses and droplets, and was accompanied by red writing. Eve tried to smell her hand, which had briefly touched the writing. The smell was strong and slightly fishy. "D-blood?" Eve tried to turn her head left and right. It was quiet. Eve ran a little towards the kitchen to wash her hands, slightly bandaging her hands that were scratched by the broken glass when she touched the helicopter toy. Once clean, Eve pulled out her kitchen drawer and looked for a knife and gripped it tightly.

My head couldn't wrap Everything together when Max nudged me, Boeing his head which vividly means being ready to attack alongside with me. "Your sword is useless to them, you have to make use of your dagger stabbing directly in their heart." Eve said. "Why dagger? If stabbing directly in their heart is the only solution then I believe all swords will be able to kill them," I said thinking out of the box. Suddenly a blue circle surrounded us, emanating light that blinded the enemy before it vanished. Our swords and claws became the most dangerous weapon we have at the moment. We kept fighting, killing each and every one of them, out of anger I pulled out the heart of one and it didn't look li

He snarls at the vampires. I frown, sniffing the air. The stench of whatever is mixed in the fumes is strong and smoky… “We need to find out how anyone got so close to do this, Zed, let's act calmly.” I say, trying to place the scent. ‘Is that… Elderwood?’ I ask Evelyn and Luna if she listens. Evelyn comes forward, and I take a deep sniff, letting her smell it too. Elderwood affects Lycans negatively, making them edgy. Something not ideal before a battle and the fact it’s mixed in with poisons for vampires…