Evil Sonic Character Novels & Stories

She continued. Abuelito Kiko was waving his golden string around him to vanish Jheval’s flying demonic-face minions. And I was stabbing those little ones who wants to get closer to us. Then when we were getting outnumbered, Helena roars and there was like a sonic wave which and then Jheval’s creatures gradually vanished.

Who was she showing off to now? That’s when he follows her in, staring at her butt as she wiggles it with every step. His eyes flash to mine in an instance, before taking in the scene before him. “What’s going on here?” He grunts, his eyes on Elspeth with the gun to her head. “Welcome Alpha Odin, we were just terminating some rats that got in our way.” Vicky laughs like a banshee. “That won’t be necessary now Vicky.” He responds to her but returns his eyes to me.

It had a mind of its own when it wanted. "One of the conditions to the deal I made with Alastair was that I couldn't show my true form in the human realm or speak of my real name. He played the game very well if I do say so myself. I am powerful in this form, but in my true form, I am deadly. I knew what he was doing, but I was so confident in myself, so confident that I could beat him that I let it blind me. It's been a long time, a very long time since I had been in that form." Malcolm explained. A flash of darkness crept across his eyes. The first time we had seen true evil inside of him. His eyes were his giveaway, but they were also his weapon. As fast as it appeared, it was replaced wi

Cipher tapped furiously, searching for vulnerabilities in the power grid. Inside the containment unit, the black liquid grew more violent. The hum turned into a roar. Victoria’s smug expression cracked as she noticed their actions. “You’re wasting your time! The system will adapt! It’s self-regulating!” Suddenly, the black shape inside shifted again, this time, it wasn’t just Elias. The skeletal head reformed, and behind it, a ghostly image of David appeared. His mouth opened in a silent scream, full of pain. “He… used… me… freedom… help…”

I hum against his skin. He laughs, a breathless, broken sound. "You are... evil." "55%," Echo announces. "Faster, Alex. She’s hungry." I ramp it up. I’m relentless. I’m using every trick I know—the swirl, the suction, the hand-twist. I’m worshipping him while he saves our digital world. The sound under the desk is obscene. The wet shlopp, shlopp of my mouth mixing with the mechanical click-clack of the keys.

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

Stretching out a hand to tap his cheek, my long nail nicks his skin, drawing a small amount of blood. Bringing the finger to my lip, my tongue darts out to taste his stale essence. His memories flash behind my eyes, showing me everything that happened. Valik was excellent at executing commands. If I didn’t know he, did it for the money, I would say he almost enjoys chaos. The hunt, the kill, the destruction, it all gives him a thrill and I feel that thrill as the drop of blood tingles on my tongue. His soul called to me when I came across him a few years ago. I hardly had to convince him to join my cause, his spirit animal relished when my darkness crept into him. There was no fight, no will

Vulnerable. His tactical vest was gone, ripped away in the previous skirmish. He stood in a torn black t-shirt and combat pants, his left arm—the Obsidian Hand—pulsing with a dangerous, unstable violet light. The cracks in the black crystal were spreading up past his elbow. "You're ugly, Val," Jack said. He rolled his shoulders. "You used to be the pretty one. What happened?" "Power," Valerius flexed, and the air rippled. "Evolution is rarely aesthetic, Jack. It is efficient."

The loud unknown voice yelled impatiently. Vicoliz slowly walked towards the Spear and was about to place his hands on it but halted. "What am I doing? Vicoliz you are not evil. I am not evil. I can never be evil all in the name of power. This is greed" He yelled. Suddenly a copy of himself dressed in black appeared at his left hand side and spoke "Take it Vicoliz. If you want to be Action god, accept to be evil, grab this once in a lifetime opportunity and grab this spear. Being evil is what is best"

Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs. I was so distracted by how the doll's elegance had held me chained up that I did not even notice the entrance to the villa slamming completely shut until I realized it. I stumbled through it, but I was completely blown shocked when I started hearing a melodic line being hummed ominously from behind my back, causing my head to instinctively flip toward its direction. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened in sheer terror, and my body started to shrivel up in fear and panic, as my heart pummeled vociferously. I was screaming with tears i