Evil Monster Novels & Stories

------------ ----------------- Three hours later . . . ------------ ----------------- "Never . . . EVER . . . ask 'How bad can it be?' EVER!" Henry said as the six "heroes" returned from their less than illustrious outing. Banshee and Lillian had been right. Some sixteen year old girl had attempted an "off voodoo" ritual to make a boy at school like her and had accidentally brought a next of EFIs into the Earth realm. EFI, as Banshee explained, stood for Evil Fucking Insect. They looked like ants, except for being six inches long, glowing yellow eyes, pincers that could bit a normal man's fingers off, and an extremely tough hide. There had been thousands of them wandering around, trying to g

I had to turn away immediately because he reminded me of a demon from hell. "You're supposed to be dead," I said, my voice trembling. I was so scared. I thought Evans had died in the fire. But he hadn't died, and his face was now completely disfigured, burned and scarred. Evans sneered at me, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You can't get rid of me easily honey." I spat at him, trying to hide my fear. "You're a monster, Evans. A devil." He laughed, the sound sending chills down my spine. "I'm just getting started, Scarlett. You see, if I die. I'll make sure i take you with me."

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.

He drawled, and I bet he thinned those evil eyes at me because my skin started crawling uncomfortably underneath his watchful gaze, the hairs at the back of my neck standing on alert. “I needed some air.” I raised my glass to my lips, hiding the threatening tick of a muscle on my jaw before turning to my left and facing him. Black eyes stared back at me intently. Even underneath the night sky and lights, I could see the evil swirling just beneath his black orbs. The obsidian that coated his whites made him the true incarnation of evil. Not even a tinge of warmth whatsoever. And they say I was evil. If there was a fusion of both angels and demons, Damir would 70% be a demon and 30 an angel. I

After I returned home from traveling abroad, I found that our housekeeper had sued my husband and me. In court, she cradled her protruding belly and said with heart-wrenching anguish, "Gary and his wife are absolute scum! Under the guise of hiring a housekeeper, they lured me into their home, tied me to a bed, and abused me. "The child I'm carrying is Gary's!" Her mother, meanwhile, was sobbing uncontrollably. "Those two monsters have ruined my daughter's life. They deserve the death penalty!" No sooner had she spoken than a chorus of curses against my husband and me erupted from the gallery. "That scum is utterly brazen. He didn't even show up for the hearing! He must be punished sever

Suddenly, from the very center of the pentacle, a swirling mass of black smoke began to materialize, coalescing into a towering, amorphous form. This entity, devoid of any discernible features, exuded an aura of pure malevolence. Belle's heart raced as she took in the sight before her—this was her first encounter with a demon, a being she had scarcely believed could exist. Paralyzed with fear, she watched as the smoky figure loomed closer, its presence suffocating and terrifying.

Moonlight through the window cast shadows, but after a quick scan she knew the room was devoid of life save for her. And then she saw it. In the vanity mirror. A reflection of the window. And looking in through the window was a creature that should not exist. That cannot be from this world. Too horrible for words. Just know, that this thing was evil. Even in the pale light, she could see the vile intentions in its inky eyes and snarling, fangled mouth. It looked excited. And hungry. Its grey hands pressed against the glass, each elongated, alien finger leaving a film residue behind as it dragged its claw-like nails down the window.

The car looked like many she had seen, and she was running away from it without stopping when suddenly, another vehicle joined the stalking, coming towards her from behind. The blonde had to brake, she had no escape. From the newly arrived vehicle descended a hooded guy with a bat in his hand, which he raised with both arms to make it fall hard on the taillights, splintering them and, once again, recharged the force to break any part of the bodywork. "Roll down the window! Roll down the window, or I'll break the glass in your face!" the guy demanded, who was frightening the blonde. The window slid down, revealing Elizabeth shaking. The guy tried not to show his astonishment at seeing her so

“If a person lacked these things and was instead ruled by fear, the blank tiles could instantly change into Downfall tiles—ones marked with signs for Pestilence, Downfall, or Misfortune. Drawing one of these tiles forces you to return all your tiles back into the pile. Then you must start again.” He looked back up at us, his gaze somber, eyes intensely black and probing. “Of course, if your soul is plagued by deeper, blacker things—cowardice, jealousy, envy, greed, hate, or evil—the blank tiles could summon any of the Four Sacred Beasts or even worse, Chiao, ending the game and exacting the Price.” Silence.

But as for reaching them. Oh, I’m such an idiot, after all. Hastily, I drew a pentagram, spilled blood in the center, and started the familiar summoning. He appeared immediately, a small minion, something between a demon and a demonic creature. He had a wolf’s body with a clean human skull on top. He did, however, have a magnificent set of fangs sticking out in all directions. Ak-kvir. “What did you summon me for, necromancer?” “Do you want the blood of eight people, fresh and warm?”