Evil Leafy Novels & Stories

"No more than you, sister. I can smell the bloodlust. You are itching to kill me." I approached her and crouched, gripping her jaw and turning her face up. Her eyes were glassy. "Oh, I am. I have never wanted to kill someone as much as I do now. But am I wrong for wanting to?" A tear dropped down Eva's cheek, and her mouth twisted into a sadistic grin. "No. But you are fucking pathetic even in this state." With that, Eva shoved what looked like a branch in the corner of my eye into my nostrils and jabbed it all the way through. "Die!"

By the time a strangler vine has rooted down on the ground and can survive independently, it has already strangled and killed its host DEVIL SMILE (attack type) is a soul-sucking sentient plant. It has pristine white buds of a flower. It only blooms by the presence of breath. Whoever saw the blooming of its flower will have its soul trap for the plant's nourishment. ACHILLEA (medicinal type) is a towering grass as tall as an adult man with white spots and can be used in stopping blood flow from wounds. BLOODY MARY TREE (weapon type) is a weeping tree that activates every full moon. Its red sap was akin to a tear, and so it was named that way. Its red sap resembles an amber and can be used as

"The third code is locked... to the guild's bloodline. If I give it to a Lycan who isn't registered... the vault self-destructs anyway..." Ivan sighed, setting the parchment down. He stood up, walking slowly toward the hanging merchant. He reached into his coat and pulled out a small, glass vial containing a swirling, milky-white liquid—the Feral’s Kiss, a highly illegal neurotoxin derived from the nightshade of the southern swamps. In small doses, it caused agonizing pain; in large doses, it permanently shattered a Lycan or human’s cognitive mind, reducing them to a mindless, drooling husk.

"Or what?" Adam’s smile was terrifying. "Or I let Lucia finish what she started. With her mirror." My fingers tightened around the compact. Eve’s gaze snapped to it, to the smeared blood and leather on its sharp point, then to my face. For the first time, genuine fear flickered in her ice-blue eyes. She saw not a broken victim, but a cornered animal with claws bared, backed by a far more dangerous predator. Slowly, hate radiating from every pore, Eve bent and snatched up the crumpled annulment paper.

Chapter 29: A Desperate Stand Evie's breath caught in her throat, a strangled gasp lost in the cavern's echoing silence. Liam, her friend, her confidante, had become a stranger consumed by the darkness. The tendril's corruption had warped him, twisting his form with a malevolent energy and replacing his familiar blue eyes with a chilling red glow. The swarm of creatures, spawned from the darkness, surged towards her, their multifaceted eyes gleaming with a ravenous hunger. Panic threatened to overwhelm Evie, but she forced it down, channeling the desperation into a cold, steely resolve.

Heath sat at his desk thoughtfully. He rotated his chair to face the wall behind him. Pushing the red button on the remote control in his left hand, he turned on the fifty- two inch, flat screen monitor, which hung on the wall behind him. It quickly went through it's voice guided starting options. He chose the source button on the thin black remote. "Source selection Open HDMI1-MHL," echoed through the large open space. "Source selection close HDMI1-MHL," the electronic voice announced. Suddenly, Faidh's sleeping image appeared on the screen. The blank expression on Heath's face quickly changed to tenderness. This WAS his Eve. She just HAD to be!

A sweet, spicy geranium scent. The one I had been craving. I reached an area where vines pulsed like living veins. Ahead, near the mouth of a blood-reeking cave, I saw Reeve wrapped in the parasitic roots of a Blood Creeper. His face was pale, his eyes closed, and the silver glow at his fingertips was fading. “Reeve!!” I howled. Rage surged through me. That cursed plant was draining the life out of him. I drew my claymore in one smooth motion and swung the massive blade.

And in the frostbitten north, the loyal Lycan packs howled, one voice, one vengeance, one war. The Valley of Tears, named for the queens who once wept here, would cry no longer. It would burn. Elara stood atop the battlements, her cloak billowing like stormclouds spun in silk. Below her, an army like none Eldoria had ever seen filled the valley. Lycan. Vampire. Hybrid. Bound not by bloodline, but by purpose. The sigil of Virelith blazed on every standard: flame wrapped in silver, the promise of rebirth through ruin.

said Carol with an excited voice Rubia’s Pov – Seriously what the hell am I doing…? Carol’s Pov – The Lady is so amazing…! Rubia’s Pov – The palace built for Rubia by the emperor was called the Agathon palace and it was famous for its beautiful rose garden… The palace next to mine was one of Fredricks many palaces. It was called the Ivalice palace. They’re both so huge….! “We are here young Lady.” Said Carol “Hmm.” Carol opens the door. * “…!” “Good morning to you as well.” Said Rubia

"It's a pity that We can only bring out one. Moreover, we have to refine it into an elixir with other medicinal ingredients before taking it. If there were not so many restrictions. We can take out all the Blood Crown Devils. At that time, it would be no problem to refine an elixir to remove the fire toxin in your body. Perhaps it would be good if the Blood Crown Devils could be eaten directly. It's a pity that this flower is poisonous." Lidas Holly looked at the fire-like flower in her hand and sighed regretfully. Hearing his sister's words, Lidas Holly couldn't help laughing. "The Blood Crown Devils grows in places with heavy resentment and killing intent. The stamen is like an eyeball. Th