Novel & Cerita Evil Within 2 Chapters

he exhaled, then joined his forehead with hers, his hands still touching, they didn't want to stop, but he had to stare her in the face. "What are you doing here? When did you get here?" "Sofia, listen to me well. There are good and bad people around us. And even those who seem bad, are not. The other way around, there are good people disguised as evil. Whatever may, no matter who the people are, I want you to understand that it's in me that you will trust to the fullest." She looked right into his eyes. His were now injected with something she couldn't decipher. "Why do you say that?"

How could Eve die? A/n: yay! The last chapter, thanks a lot for reading till the end 🤗 Love y'all my readers 😘

Chapter 28 – The Curse Valenfort’s earth cracked. From the city’s core, black blood boiled like lava, spreading through ruined streets. Above, the moon vanished entirely — only crimson reflections on collapsed towers. Lucien opened his eyes amid ash. Everything was eerily silent, save his slow, heavy heartbeat. In his hand, Evelyn’s blood-drop still glowed faintly — fragile light in the apocalypse. He remembered the final moment: her breath, broken voice, sorrowful gaze as she dissolved into the gate.

A familiar bitterness permeated through her veins. "Kill him.....Kill him..Kill him.." an evil voice rang repeatedly in her ears. The garden faded and she found herself in a burning room. She was surrounded by mighty flames of fire. The throne had fallen prey to the destructive blazes. Seized by panic, she took a step backward. Her feet tangled into something and she fell down on the floor. A shreik escaped her whe she noticed she had bumped into Elizah's dead body. His dead eyes were staring at her, dimmed with pain and betrayel. \

Einar's body goes rigid, but he still stands firmly in front of me. He straightens his body, releasing his aura in an attempt to suppress me. My horde members stare on in disbelief at our silent battle. Einar's aura coils around me, trying to force submission. I take a deep breath, allowing my aura to run wild. Einar turns pale, staggering ever so slightly. "Valdis was a coward and a liar and under no circumstances will we honor him. Those who choose to do so will follow his fate. Do you understand me?" I seethe.

I screamed and kicked him, but my drunkenness failed me to fight against his strength. Defeated and emotionally battered, I lay helpless and drained of strength while that man devoured and pounced on me. And just when I thought I would already die, the door opened. I hoped it was already Kim coming in to rescue me. But to my horror, I saw another two men. One of them was Zed.

Releasing a frosty breath through his nose, he lifted his head from his bow and gave Eliane a wide wolfish grin. “Funny how sometimes, evil starts to grow when we desperately desire something. No matter how you do something good, you end up listening to the whispers of darkness instead.” Eliane looked at him sideward, like a mother proud of her son; a sister that welcomes her long-lost brother with unwavering open arms. “Evil is like a flower. When it blooms, it will keep on blooming…”

A cold, sinister laughter erupted from her, echoing through the chamber like the haunting symphony of a deranged mind. For in that moment, the evil woman had become the embodiment of vengeance, her every thought consumed by a burning desire to annihilate the woman she despised. And as she reveled in her malevolence, the stage was set for a battle of wills, where the forces of darkness clashed with a single, unwavering ray of light.

Eva whispered as she held out the book for Alana to grab. Alana picked up the book and a small smile formed on her face. Alana knew there was no point in reading the book since it was based on Vampires and their Beloveds. Eva had a mate which meant she didn’t have a beloved. Either way, Alana opened the book and began to read to Eva. There was no harm in letting Eva know how the love between vampires worked.

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.