Evil Lives Here He Haunts Me Everyday Novels & Stories

Her wolf struggles, her teeth elongate, glinting dangerously, while her claws extend, ready to fight. I come out of her nightmare and stumble towards the small, dimly lit bathroom tucked away in the corner of her room. With a violent heave, bile rises from the depths of my churning stomach, escaping my lips in a convulsive expulsion. The vivid, haunting images from her dream relentlessly replay in my mind, their grotesque details etched into the deepest recesses of my consciousness. I don’t consider myself a good person. I’m part demon after all, but even I am shocked by unimaginable depths of evil that now haunt me.

I let out a scream then slapped my palm over my mouth to stop any more from coming out as I stared eyes wide at the body that lay at my feet. "You're a bloody murderer, Margo. I am never going to let you have peace... I'll haunt you until you jump off a hill just as you did to me" Eve's grotesque form said and I stumbled back, tripping over the couch in the room and then plunging into total darkness as my head smacked against something hard.

The second we reached the bottom of the stairs, the crows took off all at once in a flutter of dark feathers, almost distracting me from noticing the black soot mark at the bottom of Evan’s door. I sniffed the air, my nose scrunching at the odd odor. “Is that—?” “Sulfur and brimstone, yeah.” He took my face in his hands, looking down at me with a new intensity in his eyes. “Helaine, I need you to understand that we’re dealing with the forces of Hell, here. Even if Lilith isn’t loyal to any great power, she and her wives are still incredibly dangerous.” “I understand.” That much was obvious in the way her mere presence hung over the street like an ominous cloud. “But, what should I be expecti

I can't​ escape now. I'm doomed. I'm trapped with these monsters for the rest of my life. I started crying loudly. Evelyn: Why? WHY GOD? WHAT DID I DO THAT YOU'RE PUNISHING ME LIKE THIS? Tell me.... SAY SOMETHING? I kept screaming like a maniac while bawling my eyes out. But soon black dots started appearing in my vision and I drifted off into darkness. 🌹 ~Next day 8:00 a.m. *Splash*

But it felt real. Since, the imperial bloodline has 'That' curse within us... I am certain that it was not a dream but, a vision that even a saint or saints could never be able to see. I know it is selfish of me but, I want to know how Rubia would react to the story. TO BE CONTINUED...

him? ****** People never listen, do they? We have a mechanical Bigfoot on the loose, REANIMATES killing Innocents and adding to their ranks and a mysterious strange devilish teenage boy stands before me—Happy Halloween. God dammit!

Their vacant expressions had been replaced by genuine terror, but it was too late for them to escape the fate that Evangeline had orchestrated. "He's not just feeding," Iris realized, her voice carrying the horror of someone who had finally understood the true scope of the tragedy. "He's enjoying it. The hunt, the kill, the absolute power over mortal life. She's not just broken his restraint; she's awakened something that was always there."

she heard as Skarra thundered toward her again. She reached the elevator panel, slammed the emergency call button, but there was no power as the demons aura had killed the grid. She spun to face them, hands up, wrench bloodied, and lungs aching. Malik was rising again, slower now, black fluid dribbling from his mouth. “You are marked, Evangeline Cross,” he said, voice deeper. “You will not leave this world untouched.” The wrench fell from her numb fingers. She backed against the wall, heart in her throat.

"Actually, now that I think about it, there was something strange. She only ever showed up to our night parties. But every morning, she had to leave early. One time, a few of the guys tried to stop her, but she freaked out, shouting like a maniac, saying she had to leave before sunrise. That kind of outburst was pretty unforgettable." We ran out of useful information after that. It was already late, and I was planning to go to the corner building for the meeting. Helena wanted to join us, so the four of us headed there together. The streetlights under the corner building glowed brightly, attracting swarms of mosquitoes, but there was no one in sight. I turned to Celeste. "Did she really ask

He waited affew seconds in case their were questiond, but silence filled the room. " Most people hover between good and evil, and they just have a murky aura. The problem is that people who lean toward evil present to her as monsters. The more miserable they are, the more grotesque they emerge. Now, about one month ago, she was doing a job for a man whom she had never met face to face. She unknowingly accessed a file that had been flagged to tip off the FBI–an agency tasked with finding and arresting criminals. Unfortunately, when she saw her client for the first time, the FBI was closing in on her. As the client approached, she realized that she had made a mistake. He was, in fact, a very e