Evil Stepsister Novels & Stories

"Free will has brought nothing but ruin. War. Poverty. Hate. With Ari tuned, the resonance will rewrite that. Globally. Instantly." "She’s a child!" Eva shouted. "Not your machine!" Evelina took a slow step forward. "She’s more than a child. She’s evolution." Lucian looked around. The crystal hum was building. The vortex below it spun faster. He felt his bones vibrating, his mind pulling toward something. It was calling to him. "She’s already in the field," Evelina said. "She can hear you, you know. Even now. But soon, she won’t be able to hear anyone. She’ll be part of something bigger."

"No more than you, sister. I can smell the bloodlust. You are itching to kill me." I approached her and crouched, gripping her jaw and turning her face up. Her eyes were glassy. "Oh, I am. I have never wanted to kill someone as much as I do now. But am I wrong for wanting to?" A tear dropped down Eva's cheek, and her mouth twisted into a sadistic grin. "No. But you are fucking pathetic even in this state." With that, Eva shoved what looked like a branch in the corner of my eye into my nostrils and jabbed it all the way through. "Die!"

I can only hope that she keeps that throughout her life. Little Eva is Calista’s mini me. Calista is constantly spending time with her. Every time someone is upset around her, she crawls into their lap on instinct then snuggles up close with them. The feeling when she does that is calming beyond words. Even when she’s not in our laps, she is constantly emitting her calming waves. Her waves are so strong that we had to cast a spell on her so that her waves would never go any farther than the room we were in. That will help keep anyone who might seek her out for nefarious purposes away.

“And who is she? I already told you everything I know!” Before I can say anything, the Headmistress chimes in. “Hello, Valencia Everhart. My name is Beadohild Meraldrar, and I am the Headmistress of the North American Witches Guild.” Valencia pales. “I consider Callista is a member of interest to the supernatural community, especially us witches, and the man you supposedly betrayed her to happens to fare from a race that is older than two millennia. A race that should be extinct,” she continues. “But above all, Callista is a friend. Finding her is a must, and I suggest that you give up every information you have regarding the devil right now. Including how you came to know him, what he wante

Evelyn looked at the silver snake on her wrist, then back at the ballroom where the sounds of Iris’s hysterical sobbing could still be heard. "I was born for the next move," she said, her voice as cold as the winter stars. Later that night, as the city slept, Evelyn sat in her darkened living room. The Discord notification pinged. [White Knight]: The Iris has withered. The Lucas is trembling. But be careful of the shadows you can't see yet. A new player has entered the board.

Sylvie's chest tightened with anger. 'I, a socialite from the Imperia elite circle and granddaughter of the Iron Dragon, am genuinely being outmatched by a college girl?' The speed of Estelle's turning the off switch on her sweet act had caught her off guard. 'So, this is her true colors. She's a sweet-faced devil with more than enough bite.' ... That afternoon, Evan taught Artemisia with unusual focus. Artemisia knew the reason behind it and couldn't help feeling a little sorry for him.

She tried to stand, but the vines around the altar seemed to tighten, brushing against her ankles like living ropes. A soft, wet sound came from the statue. One of the smaller tentacles near the base uncoiled slowly, glistening with a faint, pearlescent slime. It reached toward her, moving with unnatural grace. Evelyn scrambled back on the altar, heart pounding, but another tentacle slid from the shadows behind her, curling gently around her waist. “Wait.. no, this can’t be….” she gasped.

The air buzzed faintly, making the hair on my arms stand. Evangeline gasped, eyes wide as she took it in. Her eyes roved over the strange glowing flowers, streams of silver mist, and the butterflies made of glass. She twirled slowly, taking it all in. “What is this place?” she whispered. I didn’t answer. I just led her to the center, where the ancient statue of a woman kneeling, her stone arms reaching upward, begging. A black iron ring gleamed dully on her finger. Evangeline’s gaze fell oin the ring on her finger. “Weird ring.” Without hesitation, she reached out and slid it free.

He repeated his wish over and over, his voice so hoarse it was almost unrecognizable. "Please, My Lord, I'm willing to pay any price, as long as you can make the Jenkins family go bankrupt! Let me rise to the next level! Let the Jenkins family's assets become mine!" At that moment, a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred. The Evil Doll, which had been quietly placed on the altar, suddenly swayed slightly. At first, it was just a faint movement, like a dead leaf stirred by the wind. But in the next second, it actually floated off the altar, hovering in midair!

“Because soon, things are going to change. And when they do… I don’t want you caught in the crossfire.” “Crossfire?” My voice wavered. “Ian, what are you into? What are you talking about” Instead of answering, he smirked faintly, leaning close enough for me to feel the heat of his breath. “Stay close to me, Eve. Or you might just… disappear.” Before I could respond, he brushed past me and disappeared into the night, leaving me trembling at the gate, unsure if the shiver down my spine was fear or something darker. ⸻