Evil Old Man Novels & Stories

After some time there was a sound from behind bushes, there movement caught attention of old man and he looked towards the direction from where sound was coming. The same woman who murdered Jessica wearing same clothes appeared from behind bushes. Both grandfather and granddaughter passed a vicious smile to each other and then laughed like maniacs. "Good job. At last the day has arrived where we White's will take our revenge and this is our first step." ~ Old man "Yes grandpa first I will remove that bitch Margaret and then Romanov and Smirnov's." ~Mysterious lady "Of course, after all they deserve this. But you have to be careful. One mistake and we will be doomed. You have to control Lucif

he asked again. “Nothing useful.” “You expect me to believe that?” “I honestly don’t care what you believe.” The old man’s eyes narrowed slightly then slowly, he stood up. Even with the cane and his age there was still something deeply unsettling about him. Something cold and dangerous, like a devil in human clothing. He walked toward me carefully before stopping directly in front of where I sat tied down. “You disappoint me,” he said quietly. I tilted my head slightly despite the hand still gripping my hair. “Join the club.”

An old man shouted at Mickey, "It turns out that you've reached Heaven Ascension. No wonder you are so arrogant. Teach me something if you can!" The elderly man walked forward as he spoke and slowly drew a wooden stick from his clothing. Everyone's eyes were on Mickey. Mickey frowned and looked at the old man. "Who are you? Can you tell me your name?" "Monty Hondulez, an elder from Beggars' Sect," the old man said. Mickey nodded and said, "Since you are the elder of the Beggars' Sect, maybe I'll be the one who learns a thing or two instead." Then he slowly walked toward Monty.

“DO NOT SPEAK ANOTHER WORD! Giampaolo laughed at his anger. “Evan, I wish you had not come in front of me and stayed hidden like you did that night. Like a scared kitten…” Evan fumed, his eyes coldly watching the old man. Oh, He could kill him. He could do it right now, it wouldn't take a minute to do so but Evan controlled the compulsion. This old hog’s death wouldn't be easy and simple. He would choke on his own blood before dying.

“You’ve got to tell me now.” “Fine, fine. If you insist.” I rolled my eyes at him, but he paid me no heed as he began his story. “The old man was called Anderson. He was an evil, shrivelled little thing. He ran with the Soul Stealers for a while, but then he turned good. Turning me was an act of kindness on his part – he saved me from what could have been a nasty death.” I snorted. “I don’t know if I’d describe being made into a vampire an act of kindness.”

My hands are itching from some time to hit someone really cool. Can I hit this old man? Without actually killing him? No!? His old bones can't bear my force. “Okay, leave! Your work will be done before evening.” Valencia said, and I frowned my eyebrows in confusion. Why is she doing something for him? Even when he hurts her in return!? “You better stick to your words!” Old man said and turned to leave but he whispered something that I couldn't hear but Valencia heard it and the brightness in her eyes turned into darkness.

"In addition to her, the one on the right seems to be the Old Black Demon!" Soon, the person on the right was recognized by everyone. On the far right was a tall and thin old man. His face was stiff and expressionless. When he stood there, he didn't say anything, as if nothing in this world could move him. This person was known as the Old Black Demon. "Rumor has it that the Old Black Demon is both righteous and evil, and his methods are ruthless. If he is happy, he can dance with a demon. If he is angry, he will instantly become a human-shaped demon!"

The man cried, but his evil laugh made him gulp. " I'm a too restless and spoiled kid, old man. I think you underestimate me. " He stroked the knife on his scalp and his hair fell off. " I like blood. It's red and I'm obsessed with red. " He slit the knife on the old man's cheek. The flesh ripped off and blood oozed out of the deep cut. The old man was screaming out of his lungs. But no one came to help him. " Son, Allah won't forgive you. I'm old and you're collecting wood for your hell's fire..." The old man cut off when his second cheek ripped open and he laughed. Laughed. And laughed. Like a maniac.

the older man growled, his voice reminding Leone of the time he sliced all ten fingers off a man who had double-crossed him. A wide grin spread on his face, one that looked too satanic, making a sense of doubt and fear cloud their faces. Deep down, they wondered who this man was. A relative of one of the many people they had abducted and sold to the slave establishment? There was no way it could be possible, though, as they always made sure to keep their tracks clean to make themselves untraceable. Still under the impression that the man who stood in front of them knew nothing about their evil deeds, the elderly woman tipped her chin up. “You’ll definitely regret this. You have no idea who w

It was a picture of a man and her, the same woman she kept on seeing. ‘What the hell?!’ she muttered under her breath as another picture of the woman with the same man flashed on the screen again. “Who’s that?” she asked the old man. “He’s Arthur Locke,” the old man answered. “The billionaire?” the woman probed. “No, the bartender standing over there serving you drinks,” the old man answered sarcastically. “One more sarcasm and I’m ripping what’s left of your hair,” the girl threatened. “I wonder what sin I committed to have met someone like you,” the old man cried out as he touched his hair.