Evil Within Ch 9 Novels & Stories

The smell of rotting flesh and vomit welled up as a dark figure began to climb up over the two females. Isabella shut her eyes a moment as light surrounded her protecting her at the same time. She saw a vision of an ancient forgotten race of men who were much taller and very evil. They had reddish hair and long skulls. Their eyes were dark and filled with malice. All at once she understood everything they had done and who they were today. The knowledge that was hidden on purpose by them flooded into Isabella all at once from deep within her mind. She opened her eyes. “So, you chose the smallest and weakest among us as your prey. You raped them. You killed them. You ate them. You are filth. Y

“This thread of chaos will live in your heart until Valen kills you.” Truly she cared nothing for me. I balled my fists, yanking on the strings that detained my limbs. They cut my flesh and red marred the white lines. Rage and anger boiled in my veins. Her hands inched closer and her stone voice asserted, “Join me in my cursed world. The thread of chaos will lead you to do evil. No matter how much your good side fights you………….you will have no choice but to submit to the evil that torments you. Or live in excruciating pain for the rest of your life.”

Just then, Aisha's voice echoed from the sky, "I had thought to spare you, but it seems unnecessary now. Prepare to face the descent of the great evil god, Bahamut!" Evil god Bahamut? Wilbur's eyes widened in shock. The ground beneath him began to tremble violently, soon splitting open to reveal a massive chasm. From this abyss, a gigantic black serpent emerged. The serpent hissed, flicking its tongue, and its blood-red eyes made Wilbur's heart skip a beat. By now, the sun had set, and the moon hung in the sky, casting its silver light. The enormous figure of the evil god Bahamut loomed over Wilbur, its shadow engulfing him completely. Bahamut's crimson eyes locked onto Wilbur like a predato

"The thing is, Bulan, with all of these changes, curiosity, and rapaciousness--where people heedlessly scramble their way to the top, heartless and all--I live, I get stronger, and I continue existing. And that's not even the best part yet. With all these revising and adapting, I learn and replenish. It's so nice to be evil yet untampered rather than being untampered per se but benign." This dark entity has dwelled in a lot of evildoers with different levels of wickedness and wrath, eventually embodying a variety of evil. It assimilated shrewd drills and strategies from the different perspectives he had possessed. He witnessed how evil shifted from aggressive and rash to devious and smart. H

All he can hear was the sound of a kid crying for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." The voice of the little girl sounds familiar, Doctor Morgan was in fear that moment, but he tried to keep calm despite the creepy scenario. He tried to looked around but he can see nothing but the blinding darkness, he heard the voice of the kid, chuckling, laughing and crying out for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." "Who killed you?" "Mentris... Mentris.... He will come to kill you Doctor Morgan!"

With Chantal as the living sacrifice, he remembers his words and the bargaining trick he offers that made Him agree to this very tricky plan. “How about I tell you that, after this game of cat and mouse chase you will have the embodiment of two of the sins. By which falls within, Greed and Pride?” Drawing a sinister smile as those words is the ticket to everything right now where everything is falling according to the grand master plan. A door appears that indicates the other book and world that is also one of them, yet different. Just then as the door opens, a familiar footstep from a few echoes and where by which Arius steps out with a smirk and proud stance, asking.

A person without a heart is a monster and a heartless person only awakes when they have nothing to lose. Arnold strides towards the abandoned cottage wistfully as these sickening thoughts bombard against his throbbing skull. The female in his arms weighs like petals of flowers as he barges inside the walls of their warm sanctum and immediately heads towards the bathroom. Settling the cocooned female on the wooden plank, he reaches to remove the blanket from her shivering form but freezes in the midst. A voice cackles in his mind. The Evil. It grips his shoulders in a numbing grapple with the pointy tentacles and hisses in which category Arnold falls after killing Arthur mercilessly. His act

The voices became louder and louder again. Two. "Come." This time, the voice came like an order, dragging me into the unknown. To an obscure darkness. Because light does not come, and rubs you off of your best senses, cramps your muscle, and makes you unable to move. I was just one step towards the bed, and I should have turned. Walked away from this inscrutable evil. But it would make no sense, because the maleficent was already in me, and the throne of hell, I was already seated upon.

Third-Person POV Antonio couldn't shake the feeling that something felt wrong. He hadn't dreamed of Natalina in ages, but tonight, he dreamed of the look in her eyes during their last fight. It wasn't a look of hatred or resentment. All she had done was calmly stare at him, as if she was looking at a ledger that was written off. That calmness unsettled him. He picked up his phone to call her, but two notifications caught his eye. The first was an alert from the Ragusa Famiglia's intelligence network with the headline reading, "The Corradini Famiglia is set to seal a marriage alliance with a Famiglia in Nipalino."