Evil Shadows Novels & Stories

“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.

I should end her right now, put an end to this torment, and rid the world of her toxic presence. But as I stare into her dark, vicious eyes, she reminds me of the monsters mom used to tell me stories about. Those monsters that lurk in the shadows, patiently awaiting the moment when you let your guard down. They lure you with innocent smiles and honeyed words, only to ensnare you and drag you into the depths of hell when you least expect it. She should have died when I plunged that knife into her that night years ago, when Mir's father helped me seek my revenge. But fate had other plans, it seems. She lived that night, but her luck won't hold forever.

She even knew that the villagers would do anything for money. "Fredrick... Not all people are good. You see us Humans are creatures that are made of equal amounts of good and evil. sometimes Evil exceeds good and sometimes good exceeds Evil. At times we do evil for a good cause but... But there is none in this world who is completely pure. Neither you nor I... Nor the citizens of the Empire..." said Rubia I know that… Much more than you think I do Rubia... They arrive at Fredrick's palace opposite to which was a Palace built for Rubia by the Emperor when she was young. *

Vincelli made a sickening chuckle and I felt lightheaded thinking about that, “Ana- Maria's dead? She killed her sister?" "Oh the things that girl would do for me." He sighed in awe. “I know what this is, you enjoy it, don't you? Turning people against each other, families, killing lovers, causing pain to others, to children- you have a God-complex agenda. You live for it." "You know, I always admired you, Archer Devereux, you and that Sinister Salvatore. I just love the scenario." “Beep Beep Beep. Guys." Moe's voice suddenly echoed, "We're in the basement right now and we just found Miss Violet Proca and Vitaly Orlov's body dumped down here."

I feel the blood drain from my face, but I’m up on my feet in an instant. For lack of a better term, eyti are shadow demons. They were once people, consumed by evil and darkness to the point they not only lost their humanity but lost their physical forms. They became darkness itself. Just shadowy figures with piercing purple eyes. We can’t fight them; we don’t even know what their weaknesses are. All they have to do is touch you and that’s it, game over. First, you give into every dark, depraved impulse one could have and once that has happened the darkness fully consumes you until there’s nothing left. This pack can’t fight an eyti, we don’t stand a chance.

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.

"Just don't be afraid of me. If it bothers you, don't look." With those words, he seemed to dissolve into a thick stack of black fog. His face peered from the center and took on a horrifying, almost demonic appearance, with glowing red eyes and elongated features made of the same fog. Emily opened her mouth in a silent scream, but the only sound that emerged was an almost inaudible squeak. "Don't look," he commanded, his voice sounding like a haunted howl of wind. "Hold on tight," he instructed as the group barreled through the line of werewolves and into the night.

They were vicious against enemies, the shapeless assassins and spies that could penetrate the defences of any threat whilst also providing aid to those that they obey. A faint shuddering in the shadows hinted at the appearance of the wolves. They moved cautiously, looking to avoid the last of the dappled light that fell between the pine trees. Slowly their forms took shape like watery images of beasts, their bodies floating and swirling like smoke and mist. Behind the witch, the warriors shifted uneasily, still not used to seeing these curious creatures. “Look, Signe! Do you see them?” Estrid cooed to her daughter, pointing to the first of the shadowy figures that stepped out from the roilin