Evil Shadows Novels & Stories

Chapter 29: A Desperate Stand Evie's breath caught in her throat, a strangled gasp lost in the cavern's echoing silence. Liam, her friend, her confidante, had become a stranger consumed by the darkness. The tendril's corruption had warped him, twisting his form with a malevolent energy and replacing his familiar blue eyes with a chilling red glow. The swarm of creatures, spawned from the darkness, surged towards her, their multifaceted eyes gleaming with a ravenous hunger. Panic threatened to overwhelm Evie, but she forced it down, channeling the desperation into a cold, steely resolve.

The glow around her wrists intensified, spreading up her arms in arcs of brilliant light. From the shadows, multiple figures began to emerge, their forms grotesque and shifting, flickering between humanoid and something far more sinister. Their eyes burned with hunger, reflecting the dying light of the twilight sky. One figure, larger than the rest, stepped forward, its aura almost tangible, pressing against the edges of Eva’s consciousness.

All he can hear was the sound of a kid crying for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." The voice of the little girl sounds familiar, Doctor Morgan was in fear that moment, but he tried to keep calm despite the creepy scenario. He tried to looked around but he can see nothing but the blinding darkness, he heard the voice of the kid, chuckling, laughing and crying out for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." "Who killed you?" "Mentris... Mentris.... He will come to kill you Doctor Morgan!"

The air over the Shadow Vale was thick with ash and despair. A gray pall clung to the jagged peaks, and the ground itself seemed to shudder under the weight of countless undead souls. Selene stood on the precipice of the valley’s entrance, her silver eyes reflecting the devastation below. Before her lay the amassed legions of the Revenant—fallen warriors, corrupted beasts, and spectral phantoms—stretching as far as the eye could see.

Malthea turned toward them, face grave. “You haven’t crossed the line yet. That comes next.” They fell silent. She began drawing a diagram in salt. “Valeria has joined with a cult that predates written language. They call themselves The Choir of Hollow Eyes. Their magic is blood-based, but they’ve corrupted it — spliced it with soul-anchoring and dream-channeling. You can’t fight this with guns alone.” Bain stepped out from the shadowed archway, arms crossed. “I don’t plan to fight it with just guns.”

The gravity in the Archive didn't just fail; it became Recursive. Leo felt himself being pulled toward the black-eyed child who wore Elian’s face—the Shadow-Elian. The boy stood at the center of the white fire, his small feet unmoving as the glass floor beneath him turned into a liquid obsidian mirror.

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

"I am in your mind, your blood. The chains will break, and when they do... all will burn." The wind was moving, now a cold, unnatural breeze whispering through the trees, carrying with it tidings of darkness yet to come. Evelyn gripped her mother's hand tightly and held it firm. No matter what lay ahead, she would not let Gloria take root in their world again. Even if it meant going to fight in the shadows of her mind, she would. The spirit may have set a trap, but Evelyn was through being caught.

Young Hope was asleep against her shoulder. Dream was curled beside her. It looked peaceful. Almost ordinary. Evelyn whispered: "Why did I destroy this?" The woman didn't answer. The memory changed. The peaceful world was gone. Fire covered the horizon. Lucian was screaming. Hope was crying. Dream was disappearing. David was dragging Evelyn away. And Evelyn herself was standing in the center of the destruction. Her eyes were silver. Her hands were covered in blood. "No." Evelyn stumbled backward. "That's not me."

Yes, Chloe, because he had done that one, and I have a little faith he had do that again. “You’d better be talking to the low life and not my daughter–in–law.” Francisca was on her feet, eyes glaring at me. “What is going on here?” Logan Bouchard walked in, his ego heavy on his shoulders, face in a deep frown as always, the only time he would ever have a smile on his face was when he had some disgusting shit going on in his head. “Your son has been bewitched. Not only has she returned to ruin our image like her dead father, but she has also come to destroy our following the disgusting evil acts of her father.”