Evil Nun Novels & Stories

I press the play button and instead of it playing music just as it's name implies I heard my grandfather's voice,he actually recorded his speech and it says thus; "Let all human race girdle themselves together for death is coming upon us,no one can save us,the evil mark is here and it will consume us all.Be prepared for damnation is here,the angel of death has come for vengeance and he won't stop until he has sucked our blood to it's satisfaction.BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"His thirst for revenge became the only thing he lived for, and his evil side overwhelmed the good and took over his soul so much that he is now evil to the very core of his soul. "Because evil is powerful and fearful, this makes them more powerful and fearful too, but this scenario happens only rarely. Elliott is only the second that we know about in our history. He is now evil as evil dominates his soul and his heart is stone cold." Alisa gasped. That did not seem like the Elliott she knew.

meanwhile in the sky good angel : Did you listen he wants to abduct her evil angel : let him good angel : but that devil will hurt her evil angel : did you forget who is she good angel : what do you mean evil angel : she is viranica roy no less than a devil good angel : he is cruel evil angel : you'll see what will happen

“She never ca-cared about the s-screams.” Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes. “I am so sorry.” “S-she is evil i-incarnate.” “She is.” A movement at the corner made my eyes open. The duke was folding his arms, still leaning against the door. He watched us with a peculiar mix of curiosity and wariness. “She is devil per-personified,” Revandrel muttered, nose brushing my neck. My nails dug into my own sides. “You are not wrong.” “People-eating, s-soul-sucking being without a soul.”

This wasn't the Dante Salvatore who ruled through fear and cold precision. "Is this redemption from the Lord?" I continued, almost to myself now. "Was the nun that pure that her presence drove the demons that worry me away?" Silence. I picked up the glass again, swirling the whiskey. Watching it catch the light. "Il diavolo non merita redenzione, " I murmured. "Ma forse... forse il diavolo ha bisogno di un angelo per ricordargli cosa ha perso." The devil doesn't deserve redemption. But perhaps... perhaps the devil needs an angel to remind him what he's lost.

ALMA I was scared out of my mind. I thought I was going to die with no one to save me. Until Lazzaro came. I hated everything about the underworld with my whole being. A girl couldn’t escape her abductor without being abducted by another. Just that these ones were out to kill me. I didn’t understand Russian, but I knew what ubit meant. It meant kill. And they used that a lot. They were going to murder me.

Malen inclined her head in a greeting, her hand already starting to move in a quiet welcome. “You’re late,” Solenne said, her voice echoing faintly. It wasn’t a reproach; it was simply an observation. “We came as soon as the bell rang,” Kieran replied. Solenne’s fingers moved over a sigil interface. A map appeared in hovering light above the table. Rough plains, broken cliffs and a winding valley carved into the earth like an old scar. “Location: Eloir Valley, which is remote, sparsely populated, and with no outposts nearby. Three days ago, a villa was annihilated. An entire family has been massacred.”

Releasing a frosty breath through his nose, he lifted his head from his bow and gave Eliane a wide wolfish grin. “Funny how sometimes, evil starts to grow when we desperately desire something. No matter how you do something good, you end up listening to the whispers of darkness instead.” Eliane looked at him sideward, like a mother proud of her son; a sister that welcomes her long-lost brother with unwavering open arms. “Evil is like a flower. When it blooms, it will keep on blooming…”

And when it went south, he just moved on. And it hurt. To think that everything was nothing. Nothing at all. It hurt worse than any other torture I went through. But I still keep a blank face. And I lie. "No." I am a liar after all. And I'm Evil. I'm so evil that I can eat the God of everyone and shoot the angels dead. Arson for breakfast and homicide as seasoning. Toxins melt in my blood and plagues fear my gaze. Any vice would avoid me and sin can't bare to think of my clawing razing hands. Another dead soul is a piece on my mantle. Heaven dares not reign above me for fear of being grabbed and swallowed whole. Hell turns chilly when my name is mentioned and death runs to a holiday in obliv

"You don't get it. You're a murderer, Evelyn. You are still cursed. I don’t want you fucking up my life any more than you’ve already done.” The words slapped her forcibly. Luca continued venomously: “You may escape from Gloria, but her evil resides within you. Pretend all you want, but that's something everyone sees. You think the pack looks at you and sees a hero? No. They see the monster." Evelyn's throat constricts. "That's not fair." Luca ridiculed, "Nothing's fair about this. My father is dead, my mother is broken, and you get to walk around as if you have done nothing to destroy everything."