Evil Spirits Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

They hadn’t expected that the lurking force was actually an evil spirit. The term "evil spirit" sounded deeply malevolent, and for good reason. Evil spirits were dark, corrupt entities that absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Their primary sustenance came from feeding on the power of beasts and humans, disrupting the natural balance. These spirits were often the lingering remnants of beings—whether beasts, humans, or others—who had died but failed to fully disappear. They had instead turned into malevolent beings. Tyron and the Violet Rain Bird's expressions darkened. The former looked at Adrian, feeling helpless. “This lurking creature seems to be at the Divine Stage, on par

“Um, they’re like, evil spirits? From some kind of hell dimension?” Vincent sighed through his nose. “A crude oversimplification. Demon is our word for the otherworldly beings that, before a few generations ago, could only partially access our world. Hauntings, poltergeist events, and other semi-material supernatural phenomena in the past were often the result of their attempts to affect conditions here. Other common examples of this would include…” He gestured for the class to call out answers. “Ghost lights,” called one student, and another said, “Crop circles, right?” Others threw out things like Bermuda Triangle disappearances, skyquakes, even spontaneous combustion – a bunch of stuff th

------------ ----------------- Three hours later . . . ------------ ----------------- "Never . . . EVER . . . ask 'How bad can it be?' EVER!" Henry said as the six "heroes" returned from their less than illustrious outing. Banshee and Lillian had been right. Some sixteen year old girl had attempted an "off voodoo" ritual to make a boy at school like her and had accidentally brought a next of EFIs into the Earth realm. EFI, as Banshee explained, stood for Evil Fucking Insect. They looked like ants, except for being six inches long, glowing yellow eyes, pincers that could bit a normal man's fingers off, and an extremely tough hide. There had been thousands of them wandering around, trying to g

The name is not Dustin, but Devlin this time, and a new desire below the name. “Remember at your highest moment, the devil makes his move,” the bartender whispers solemnly, forcing me to look back up, but he is nowhere in sight. Suddenly, an intense wave of fear washes over me and I stumble back as I look around. I’m not sure if it is the extreme intoxication, or if it is really happening in front of my eyes. The bar clears and I am left alone. The dim yellow lights change to blue, centred, making me the spotlight in a now dark room.

The evolution-fest continued for around two more hours, as the evolutions took some time to end, and after that Chaos wanted to name every single one of these little and measly monsters as well to give them one last boost. Will-o-wisps became Ghosts after the miasma, and after being named each Ghost attained some kind of element, there were Inferno Ghosts that used fire, Storm Ghosts that had wind, Dark Ghosts that could wield darkness, and even the rare Bright Ghost, who could use light! All of them were S-Rank, from measly E-Rank monsters such as Will-o-wisps who can barely hurt a weak orc child, this was a great jump!

"The prince of darkness traps souls into a suffering cage. That's where I am, but I can't escape unless I'm being released. Otherwise I would remain here as one of the messengers of the earth, till I eventually fade away one day." "Tara, what do I need to do?" I tried as much as I could to balance my patient, because, I was already loosing it. "Lilith is a demon of the night, goddess of independence. She bore the devil, and other powerful demons. She wasn't really his mother, but she's been in existence longer than he has. The devil, or also known as Al-shaytaan or other names by other tribes, is the manifestation and personification of evil. Each demon has a form of entity where their power

Anthony and I cover our ears to block out the sound, both watching in disbelief as the shadows disappear as if in a puff of smoke, and light returns to the street. “What…what was that?” I ask, my heart still pounding in my chest as I slowly lower my hands from my ears. The woman lowers her arm and turns to face us, “Those were shadow demons known as eyti. They’re drawn to malice.” She directs her menacing gaze towards Anthony and something about it tells me she’s not someone you want to mess with. “Maybe reacquaint yourself with the word ‘no’ and demons won’t want to swallow you whole,” she says acerbically.

Before leaving, some kind-hearted departed spirits gave Amelia and the others a look, telling them not to be too stubborn. The man in the black suit didn't think much, he just swung the Soul-Locking Whip. "Wait, why do I feel like there are evil spirits here?" The man in the white suit twitched his nose, then his gaze shifted slightly and landed on Amelia. No way, the evil spirits really did harm her, Ivan and Abel could feel it. The girl had clear eyes, with a sparkle in them, standing tall and elegant, looking calm and composed, as if she could see them.

They only disappeared when we turned on the lights. A heavy silence fell. The priest clapped his hands and asked sharply, Has anyone ever been murdered in this house? Hussein quickly looked away, as if to avoid the question. “No… never,” Miranda said, struggling to maintain her composure. The priest studied her for a long time, then spoke in a low voice: "Where did these evil spirits come from?" Miranda hesitated, her voice unsteady: "I don't know... Perhaps someone was killed in the neighboring houses, and their spirits have crept into ours."

The Vigil of the Bound Spirits was one of the manor’s most ancient and rarely performed ceremonies, held only when the solstice reached its deepest hour. In the vast subterranean Spirit Vault beneath the heart-grove, guests stood in a wide circle around a glowing pool of liquid starlight. The walls came alive with ethereal figures — not just the original winter spirit who had forged the first pact, but her sister-spirits: the Whispering Veil (guardian of secrets), the Crimson Flame (embodiment of forbidden desire), and the Silver Chain (binder of broken promises). Their luminous forms danced across the stone, whispering ancient truths and mirroring the sins of those who watched.