Facing Evil Novels & Stories

Just to be sure, I ask him. His gaze shifts to me, and he nods his head. "Well, our people have enemies." Folding the zip lock bag, I place it in the empty space on the seat, "There are other feral wolves who are nothing like our wolves. They are what you can say..." Momentarily, I think of the right word, "They are like evil. They have no morals, and they are packless."

I said nervously. "I noticed, no problem," he adjusted his suit and headed towards the elevator, right where I was going. I followed him, hoping he doesn't think I'm following him, even though deep down I want to find out everything about this guy. The elevator doors closed, and we both raised our hands to press the button. We looked at each other. I laughed nervously. I'm pathetic. "Go ahead," I told him. "Ladies first, please," he said, so chivalrously.

Once again, he used his foot to shove me aside. However, I crawled over, even though my clothes were stained with blood. Dad’s face was ashen. He stared murderously at me, his facial muscles twitching with rage. It was as if he would kill me any second now. Eve’s eyes filled with fear, and she shook her head desperately. “No, don’t worry about me. Just stay back.” Dad dragged her into the room, and soon, the sound of agonizing screams filled the air. It was heart-wrenching and sent shivers down my spine.

“Individuals driven by greed may go to extreme lengths, even making deals with malevolent forces, to attain their peak desires in life. This can be seen as a dangerous alliance with the devil himself.” ___ XANDER. As soon as I heard John’s car engine, I hurried down and equipped myself with a gun and ammo in case there would be a confrontation.

Just then, a powerful force surged from Adrian as a mysterious rune appeared in his hand, radiating an overwhelming, terrifying energy. The surroundings trembled violently, and the energy in the air felt like it could tear apart the very fabric of space. The evil spirit’s presence seemed to embody pure destruction. Yet Adrian stood unshaken, staring into the abyss with cold, unyielding resolve. His face hardened with murderous intent as he braced for the coming danger. "You reckless fool! How long do you think you can hold out?" the evil spirit roared in fury. It hadn’t expected Adrian to destroy its two prized puppet beasts. Losing these powerful creatures—its most valuable assets—had ignit

Some still believe that the world will be better, and there are good people around them who fight for the desperate people for life. Baron and his friends are standing in the second choice. Become a hero in the shadows by becoming something evil. Someone said that; You have to fight evil with evil. They fully stand by that principle. There's no naivety, and there's no clear path that can wipe everything out. If you want to take eyes, you have to use eyes-said Baron. It might be a simile that you can repay with evil, in addition I know that Baron's intentions are good, even though a bloody path always follows him wherever he goes and leads him to his death.

“Who said you could touch me? Your dad sleeps around with who knows how many women. Who knows if you’re carrying some disease just like him!” I stood there, helpless, tears pooling in my eyes. Grandma sighed from the side. She gently wiped my tears and tried to comfort me, saying that Mom was just a germaphobe and that that was why she didn’t like being touched. However, I knew that wasn’t true because Mom only rejected me but never Becca. Even when Becca’s hands were dirty and sticky, Mom never showed the slightest bit of disgust. Instead, she would hold her hands gently, patiently cleaning away every bit of dirt. That kind of tenderness was something I didn’t even dare to dream about.

His voice was low, but it carried weight to every corner of the room. “I know what you are all thinking. Especially those who experienced the tragedy years ago. And as much as I want to deny it, but after careful study, we can’t disregard this possibility. The greatest foe, the greatest enemy our kind has ever faced…it seems there are remnants of them that are hiding in the dark. We believe…” Grandpa breathed heavily before continuing, his eyes turning sharp, “The faceless are back.” The atmosphere instantly dropped. The Faceless? A chill suddenly spread down my spine.

You could also be assured that all travelers were doing the bidding of the conclave. His face screwed up with disgust at the thought of the conclave. They were nothing more than a group of pompous supernaturals who were focused on snuffing out evil and darkness in the world. Since he much preferred the company of those from the underworld and enjoyed a bit of evilness now and then, he had little use for the conclave. “I see you’ve been feeding,” he said as he looked from Victor to Jeremiah. “We didn’t take much,” Victor explained. “Just enough to put him in his place. He’s pretty arrogant, if you ask me.”

It was not amusing. "Well, I was just worried about you, ma'am. But now that I think about it with a clear mind, even the devil is scared of you. Dealing with a nutcase detective will be a piece of cake." "The devil is afraid of me." She repeated his words with a raise of her eyebrows. "Why is that? Because I'm too innocent and good?" It was amazing that there was someone who thought so. He was definitely blind. But his next words proved that he wasn't. On the other hand, he must be the most ballsy employee in the world. "Because you are too evil. Even the devil has to step aside and take notes whenever you get into action."