Evil Luz Novels & Stories

Vulnerable. His tactical vest was gone, ripped away in the previous skirmish. He stood in a torn black t-shirt and combat pants, his left arm—the Obsidian Hand—pulsing with a dangerous, unstable violet light. The cracks in the black crystal were spreading up past his elbow. "You're ugly, Val," Jack said. He rolled his shoulders. "You used to be the pretty one. What happened?" "Power," Valerius flexed, and the air rippled. "Evolution is rarely aesthetic, Jack. It is efficient."

The loud unknown voice yelled impatiently. Vicoliz slowly walked towards the Spear and was about to place his hands on it but halted. "What am I doing? Vicoliz you are not evil. I am not evil. I can never be evil all in the name of power. This is greed" He yelled. Suddenly a copy of himself dressed in black appeared at his left hand side and spoke "Take it Vicoliz. If you want to be Action god, accept to be evil, grab this once in a lifetime opportunity and grab this spear. Being evil is what is best"

The toxic green light from the needle was so bright it made my eyes water. Young Evelyn stood on the giant silver thumb, her face twisted with a cruel joy. She wasn't just a girl anymore; she was the Master’s favorite weapon, and she was seconds away from putting me into a sleep I would never wake up from. "One tiny prick, Hazel," Evelyn giggled. "And the Master will have all the data he needs to fix the world. You won’t feel a thing. You’ll just… stop being."

They shake their head, “We can’t, but he can. But the level of malice within him was so consuming and was such a large part of him, that when he tore it from himself, it didn’t just disappear. It manifested itself into a living, breathing God, one equal in power and strength to Jartre. Almost like an evil twin.” I raise my glass and down the remainder of my wine, my mind feeling dizzy as I’m certain smoke must be coming out of my ears. When I glance down, my glass has magically refilled itself and already realising it’s Ezillus doing me a solid, I don’t question it, and instead down half the glass. “Might want to pace yourself there. I know you humans don’t hold your liquor all that well,” t

She was confused over his words. "That you caught the eyes of a devil. Evil eye, do you believe in it?" Viso asked in a deep husky tone. Isabel smiled at that. "No. I don't believe in the evil eye, Mr D'angelo." "You should. It's real. Real and very dangerous," He said, squeezing her hand slightly to feel her warm skin more closely.

Carla started to explain the situation to Igor. Igor could not tell if Carla was sad or happy. "What? Can I have a look at the image?" Igor made the request. "Of course." Carla waved her hand, and a small item that looked like a screen appeared in the air. It displayed an image of Eldrige facing Chase right before he died. As a sect that focused on cultivating the mind and soul, the Evil Shadow Sect was much more proficient in such tricks compared to the Nefarious Deity Sect, which focused on refining corpses.

"Your essence? I thought you wanted your son to live?" "He has already been released!" The voice held a sinister laugh behind his words. "Katherine, don't be a fool. This is pure evil that wants to destroy our world." Elizabeth tried to beg me to do what she saw as the right path. The world isn't simply divided into good and bad or right and wrong, though. Evil, as we perceive it, is merely the absence of good, much like darkness is the absence of light. Within me, there exists no inherent goodness, light, or kindness, only a drive for self-preservation and a thirst for power to ensure that no one ever stands in my path again.

Something divine—a succession Theo was mumbling about before he vanished like her father. Nexus must really have told her everything before— which she must have clearly forgotten. She’d lived with him for what felt like ages. Surely he could’ve left her a scroll, a letter, maybe a PowerPoint? But no, she had no manual. Just glittery trauma and a cryptic fever-dream line: “Tame a very powerful being.” Selena’s eyes widened as the words echoed in her head like a bad horror movie line. “He was talking about Theo... right?” Her voice quivered. “And if Theo is a spirit... d-does that mean h-he’s... an evil one?”

Just a boy with bloodstained fingers and eyes too old for his face. “I’ll be out soon.” Lucian hesitated. “Okay. Just… don’t lock me out, alright?” Elias softened. “I won’t.” Silence returned. He dropped the towel and stood in front of the mirror again, wiping it clean. His reflection stared back — hair damp, skin pale, eyes bright gold in the dim light. “Valarieth,” he whispered again. No answer. No power. But something deep inside stirred. Like a long-sleeping beast cracking open one eye.

A scream tore through the forest — and the light from Eloria’s staff burst outward in a violent flash of violet flame. Then — blackness.