Evil Times Two Novels & Stories

Then I move to Teddy and gesture at Ava: "Kill her too." Ava's eyes were wide, fear and shock written across her face. Her lips opened in a silent cry, but Gamma Teddy beat her to it. Before she could even get out a word, he killed her too, finishing her off quickly. Her eyes went glassy, her body collapsing next to James's dead body. The beta and gamma of the Night Walker Pack, seeing their alpha fall, turned deathly pale. Horror written across their faces, they retreated, tripping on James's and Ava's corpses behind them.

Ground trembled ominous prelude, ruins-plaza shuddering cataclysm as below-cracks spiderwebbed volcanic wider—armored shadows erupting horde-feral: evolved abominations surging, coven-ghost shells plated hunger-black chitin pulsing vein-threads throbbing like engorged cocks, maws razor-multifold upgraded plasma-fanged dripping corrosive drool that bubbled flesh-melt on stone, numbers doubling swarm-insane. “Second wave—armored evo-horde!” Jenkins bellowed guttural war-cry, hex-blades reigniting plasma-dual screaming thirst, charging left-flank berserk with Mara axe-whirlwind decapitating lead chitin-beast fountain black-ichor arterial. “Flank ‘em—rip chitin-veins!” Sofia's tattoos blazed bin

“Can I see you tomorrow?” She gave him a half-smile. “We’ll see.” She got in the car, and as they drove home, she stared out the window, not saying a word. That night, the nightmare came again. The blood. The screams. The betrayal. But this time, when she woke up, she wasn’t shaking. She was burning. Not with fear. With rage. They were both lying—Kaelion with his false promises, Selene with her twisted jealousy. And Seraphina?

“Go public. Blow the whistle to the elders, the whole damn supernatural world. Your father couldn’t have that. So he sent his man that night. Quick. Clean. Or so he thought. But I was there, visiting my sister, hiding in the shadows when it went down. I recorded it all on my phone. Every shot. Every plea. Every confession he whispered to make sure the job was done.” Her eyes gleamed in the dim light. “That tape isn’t just evidence of murder, Sage. It’s the key to his empire crumbling. And now… it’s mine to burn. Or yours to take. But ask yourself—do you really want Eve knowing her parents died because your father was a crook? That you’re the son of the monster who stole her world?” I stared

The lights dimmed, leaving only the red glow from the walls. The sound of metal grinding filled the air, followed by heavy, slow footsteps echoing closer and closer. I pressed my back to the wall, my pulse racing. “What the fuck is that?” Nova grinned like a maniac. “Your first test.” Something moved in the dark massive, mechanical, dragging chains. The air filled with the smell of rust and oil. I stumbled backward. “No, no, no, this can’t be real.” “Oh, it’s real, baby,” Nova said. “Rule number one in Erevos if you can still scream, you’re still alive.”

It hit the wall and shattered, scattering into a heap of twisted metal and glass. The vile voices on the other end went abruptly silent. The study plunged back into stillness. Will lifted his head slowly. His eyes were bloodshot, and the fury burning in them could have set the world aflame.

Aleu spoke. “I’m ready.” I said to her. Letting out a deep breath. “Okay, let’s do this.” Aleu said. The bones in my body began shifting painfully beneath my skin. It was unbearable just like before, like fire. My paws pressed into to the grass, we let out a howl as pain took over. Closing our eyes, I began to feel the fur going away as my hands and feet began to turn back. After the pain faded, I opened my eyes. I opened my eyes. I was still on my hands and knees in the grass continuing to take deep breaths.

Evelyn's breathing became uneven. "No..." "It can't be..." The woman smiled. "You always were Father's favorite." Father? Elena's heartbeat quickened. The woman continued. "My name is..." "...Eve." "Echo Two." --- The room fell into stunned silence. Evelyn slowly stepped forward. "I watched you die." Eve smiled. "You watched the wrong girl." She casually folded her arms. "Samuel always prepared backups." "When he created you..." "He created me." "Twins." "But unlike you..."

Every party of mine has to come with a theme. A tear and a sad smile slid down my eyes as the horror I saw next flashed in my brain again, from a big smile plastered on both of their faces to their eyes widening in horror as they started to vomit out black liquid, a symbol of wolfsbane. I didn't even get the chance to get out of the house and find the pack doctor before they passed out, leaving me alone in this cold and hurtful world. My mother has said she can't go with the theme I left for them, and I should pick another one unless she doesn't attend. I thought she meant it jokingly until she passed off anddragged my father with her.

I scoffed. "It's just so easy for you tell a lie, not considering that I'm not a fool as well. It makes me laugh. You killed my father and there is nothing that can make me change my mind about that. You are Evil and aren't one that should be seen with. My parents did nothing to you and you killed them. You murdered them in cold blood without considering what would be the fate of those they left behind…"