Evil Leafy Novels & Stories

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?"

she said. “Have it your way,” he snarled, his eyes turning red. He stressed his hand, and hot lava shot out of his hand, heading for Jane’s head. That lava would clear her head immediately, but before it could touch her, Eve stood in front of her, freezing the lava. The iced lava flew across his head, breaking into pieces. She breathed out, looking at Aelle. “I will come with you, father,” she said, her eyes red. “Eve,” I said, standing up. Aelle turned to me, and he raised his hand again.

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…

"She actually thinks she has a choice. Drink up, Evangeline. It’s a gift from your loving father. You should be grateful he’s ensuring you don't get your throat ripped out within the first five minutes of meeting your new master." Eva looked down at the pale amber liquid. Beneath the heavy cloaking scents of honey and berries, there was a faint, metallic undertone—a sharp, stinging note that smelled faintly of burnt copper and old graves. It was a scent her human nose could barely register, but every instinct in her soul was screaming at her to knock the cup out of his hand.

She only saw a small sapling remaining in the shattered body after it had turned into a pile of slag on the ground. The sapling was bloody and full of evil energy, with an appearance just like the Earth-devouring Tree of Netherworld. “This is the Earth-devouring Tree of Netherworld,” Alex solemnly said. As he said so, he violently slapped the Undying Clan member next to him with his palm. Similarly, there was a small Earth-devouring Tree inside it after shattering. “This one has it too!”

a familiar voice growled behind me, Standing up straight, I wiped my hands in my gown, still staring at the flower, “It's Estonia... blooms every ten thousand years, and as beautiful as she seems, her claw-like blossoms are poisonous, one small cut from it can send your body into shock, killing you slowing.” “Cerberus,” “Eve,” the flaming spellbound appeared next to me, “See how something that small can be dangerous,” Having a feeling we were no longer talking about flowers, I decided to challenge him, “ifs it that deadly... I just make someone cut down for me, better yet, pull it from its roots,” I snickered.

A surge of energy erupted from Eve’s body like a violent storm. The air crackled with raw power, sending ripples through the forest. The trees groaned under the pressure, their branches twisting unnaturally as the ground beneath them trembled. The light surrounding Eve pulsed brighter, illuminating the night like a second moon. Luca and Damien struggled to get close, but the force of her awakening pushed them back. Sparks of energy shot from her fingertips, scorching the earth around her. Her eyes glowed an intense silver, locked in a distant vision that only she could see.

A puddle of blood began forming on the floor where it seeped out of the bite marks in her neck. Before Eira could do anything, the vampire was in front of her, his veiny hands crushed her wind-pipe, making her choke. She felt her body weakening under the pressure. The leaves, an inner voice whispered. Use them, it said. Her eyes began to drift just as the vampire opened his mouth to flash long canines painted with blood but before he could sink it in her neck, Eira reached into her Jean pocket, answering her instincts and pulled out a few Bloodivy leaves and rubbed them against the vampire's pale face.