Evil Mc Novels & Stories

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

Aradan crept on all fours like a bewildered beast, and he was blind and ill from the terror. As the blade was drawn, it sounded. 'Do what you want, evils; but if it's possible, I'll stop you.’ Said Charlotte. But a gigantic Lycan standing in the distance. “The evils will fade away, and people will be terrified to approach them. Evils are situations in your life that are incongruent. Afflictions that have followed you around like a shadow are known as evils. Anything that isn't part of your natural destiny is evil. Evil loads, demonic attachments, and superfluous luggage are all examples of evils…” she said as she rose.

My mind was so conflicted that I didn't know what to think anymore. Kevin also informed me about a tech project that Damian had developed decades ago called Evanish. Its purpose was to hide a person in plain sight. Using technology against anyone trying to find that specific person, making them practically invisible. It was a gangster's dream. To be able to do as they please without fear of retribution. How could I possibly turn down this opportunity? In a way, it was like the cherry on top of the cake. The cake being the downfall of Stone Enterprises, the cherry being the acquisition of Evanish for my own personal gain.

Callista A week later. Valencia Everhart was sentenced to life in prison by the Supernatural Council for assisting the devil in his criminal endeavors such as kidnapping and harboring a werewolf, orchestrating a pack takeover on the orders of the devil, attempted killing of two pack members of the Rexellen pack and the biggest crime of them all, assisting the devil in massacring the entire Galdine pack. I thought the last one was a bit harsh because Valencia never really did know about that charge, but as Valencia had confessed in the court, she’d given the devil the location and information regarding her pack.

If Evelyn was involved, Lisa was in more danger than she realized. Evelyn’s words hit me like a sledgehammer. *The Sopor Veritas?* I’d heard whispers about it in my research, a rare plant, powerful, but also dangerous. It could unlock hidden potential in the mind, but it was also a potent sedative—lethal in the wrong hands. And it was clear now that Evelyn had been using it on me. My own sister, experimenting on me like I was some lab rat.

You've spent years working against us. Ema stumbled, her voice crackling, "I know," she said. "I've done terrible things in the past, but not like this. We are not as huge as this. There will only be mayhem if the Black Hooded Wolf is successful—no more packs, vampires, or werewolves. With surprise, Elijah crossed his arms. "So what has he got planned? With her eyes darting between the two men, Ema inhaled deeply. " He is gathering rogue wolves, witches, and vampires.

Brand's brother turned to him, seeking guidance, just as Brand became aware of the stickiness on his hand. He at first ignored it. He had been in too many bloody brawls in his lifetime for blood to bother him overmuch. But when his mate gasped and tensed in his arms, a wave of dread washed over him. He realized that the stickiness was not merely the expected aftermath of the fight but something far more sinister. His elskede, his alt, Ulfhild, was wounded.

How evil? “Cassandra '' The other man said that looked familiar to me. He is the man that the other me killed in my dreams. He is raping Cassandra too, the name of the girl they are sexually abusing. I am looking at their faces one by one. I am familiarizing them because I want to remember their faces once I am back to reality. Aside from the man that I saw in my dreams who got murdered. There’s another one who is familiar to me. I felt like I knew him and met him somewhere I just forgot when and where.

The man watched to his horror as the speedster doubled over to the ground and his body began to vaporise, literally, before his eyes. From one dark corner of the room, a tall figure stepped out and the man could make out that it was feminine, even though its face was concealed in some kind of dark mask and not even the eyes could be seen. The stranger walked up towards the 'evaporating' speedster who was groaning uncontrollably the entire time as his body wasted away. She stopped next to him, her heeled shoes making her tower above him before kneeling and stretching out a hand towards his head.

Drugs, guns, w*ores. Victor Erickson has a hand in all of it. He is the Alpha of a vicious and ruthless Pack, stationed in the Eastern plains. If there is a dead body floating in the River, Alpha Victor can be traced back to it within six degrees of separation. He is the Black Wolf, the grim reaper with red eyes, the beast with the face of a doll. He's what one would call a beautiful monster.