Evil Nun Novels & Stories

For a moment, just a brief moment, in the corner of her mind, something in her had almost began to believe that he wasn't completely evil, but alas, his true nature proved her wrong, he was a merciless devil. Vivian slowly picked herself up with shaky legs, she walked away from the garden and from the stack of dead bodies feeling painfully disgusted with her self.

Daniel and Jai both recognized the men as the one Jai had killed at Otto Müller's funeral and the other as the man who had broken into the castle, nearly killing Ella. "What do you want, Cain?" Daniel sighed, rubbing his eyes. "What do you see when you look at these men?" Cain asked them. Cain speaking in a normal speaking voice in the small, metal room made an echo that rung in Jai and Daniel's tired ears. "I see corpses who are getting more sleep than I am," Jai muttered. "You're looking at Vampires who had once been human," Cain said crossing his arms. Daniel and Jai were suddenly very intrigued.

As much as he was annoyed, he can't seem to shake off his babysitter even if he was a thousand-year-old. "Well then, go ahead and work in my stead now, Dom. I just want to be laid and be indulged in the sins of the world. Truly, the earth is fascinating and full of cardinal sins that it was delicious that I needed more," he said with a smile on his face, and Dom just shrugged his shoulders with a smile. Daemon left the place and walked away and was about to teleport to a place but then he passed by a woman who got his interest. A woman who is quite rather plain, wearing an oversized hoodie and pants. Quite different from the woman who always sees. But the reason why she got his interest is t

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

"What have I done wrong? The truth is crystal clear to everyone. You, a vile creature with twisted desires, a deranged monster who would extinguish any life for a taste of power. You have bathed in the blood of the innocent, driven solely by the insatiable hunger for POWER. Open your eyes, if you dare, and witness your own reflection—a living manifestation of pure evil." "Indeed, the time has come for the reckoning, for you to face the weight of divine retribution...," "Ivar, you have raised under my wing. Why have you chosen this treacherous path? Cease this madness, for there may still be a sliver of hope left...!" Ivar's lips curled into a sinister smirk, his eyebrows twisting with a wick

I blinked a few times in total shock, "Why haven't I heard of this before?" Bridget swallowed hard, "You don't understand. Everyone thought the purple demons had been whipped out. Before this all happened, the purples were in close relation with Royalty. Your father and your grandfather had a purple advisor but also, a purple bodyguard. Purples are known for their brutal aggressiveness, the strongest of demon kind, the most heartless." Bridget grabbed the rest of her things and looked back up at me, "Purple demons are known as Death Demons." And with that, she quickly walked out of the room, the doors slamming shut behind her.

"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.

Mira stumbled back until her spine met the rough wall, trapping her. His eyes burned with rage, muscles tensed. "Lord Daemon despises your kind. He finds great joy in eradicating vermin like you. What did you do to earn his favor?" Panic clawed at Mira's throat. She glanced at the door, longing for escape. "I swear, I've done nothing wrong." "Liar!" he thundered, closing the distance until he loomed over her. His hand shot out, gripping her jaw tightly, forcing her to meet his stare.

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

do you know where I'm going? -No ... you wouldn't find them- says the man with a broken voice. Azael laughs again. -Don't you know who I am? The man shakes his head. Azael takes a few seconds to respond. A malicious smile forms on his face before he does so. -I'm Azael Volkov. Dutson's son. I feel the man's face go completely pale. We all watch the scene in silence, no one dares to speak. - That mafia is dead ...- he says in just a whisper.