Facing Evil Novels & Stories

"We have as much good as evil in us. It's not worth wasting time-fighting evil with good because it doesn't work. Give them what they deserve, and don't look back. Because they wouldn't." I stared at Caris, considering her words. They were a little scary, but they carried the truth. We are told that we should be good and that we should forgive, and sometimes, we only expose ourselves to further suffering by allowing evil people to trample on us again. Not this time. I am returning to this dungeon with one task: to play my part and not let the bad guys win.

He had the culprit. His fangs descended. His face tightened, morphing into something else as he finally lifted his head and looked at the people before him. He knew what they saw. Eyes as black as sin, fangs sharp and deadlier than most, evil seeping out of every pore. This face was the one people whispered about, the one that haunted them in their nightmares. This was the face of the beast that had too much blood on his hands to ever be redeemable. The one that would slaughter them all without thought if they made a wrong move. And his intended prey was making all the wrong moves.

That first kill will always stay with me. The wolf standing across from me snaps his teeth at me, challenging me to make the first move. I wait. I want him to be anxious and make a mistake. And he finally does. He hesitates briefly. He goes to lunge, but hesitates for just a moment, remembering what I did to his friends just moments before. Then he commits to lunge at me, but I already anticipate the maneuver. I shoot up onto my hind legs and tower over his wolf. My front claws are in the air, lining up with his wolf’s exposed abdomen as he attempts to land on me. I dig my claws into his chest, then slowly lower down, digging my claws in deeper and deeper as they slide down his torso. His wo

“The mark. Anyday now you will be forced to succumb to it. Anyday now, you will walk willingly to me. Evil always prevails. I only came here to see how much progress has been made since Jet was stabbed.” “Somehow, I don’t believe evil always wins.” I frowned, unbothered by his words. “He has held on longer than I expected, but no matter. I will have one of you real soon… or maybe both!” “Why do you think that?” “My dear, not even the animals want anything to do with you. Mother Nature’s daughter herself is turning evil. What irony. The animals she created are scared of her daughter.” It sucked to admit that he was right about the animals. They are staying away from me. That almost hurt my fe

I would do more more but I had left the decision of killing or leaving her alive to Freya. Either way, she would be haunted. In life, and in death. I made the inglorious mistake of following Freya's advice at first: "keep your friends close and your enemies closer". That couldn't work. It hadn't worked. Evil is vehement and relentless. It eats deep. Drawing it closer would only make it eat deeper. Give it an inch, it takes a mile and another and another till it consumes you entirely. This is why there was only one way to fight evil. With a stronger, more ruthless evil. I was the stronger evil.

"What if Doctor Morgan was telling the truth? Like there was really an existence of ghost in the cell." "But he was insisting that it was Anika who was crying out for help," Angelic added. "Angelic, I am not sure about this, but, it was not possible to happen. Sometimes, one way to know the truth behind a mysterious crime was through ghosting. The victim asked for help, it could be visiting someone in his dream or invading his real world. What happend to Anika was mysterious, I had encountered cases where demonic possessions took place. And it was not possible that it could happened."

He spun around theatrically, holding the crowd of timid townspeople in the palm of his hand, “For her mate - her chosen one is Rocco Valence! Or as you know him, the orphan of the last whore to get her throat slit on these cobbles.” The crowd mumbled and whispered together, checking the perimeter I saw Selene’s blonde sisters hovering nearest to the cage. Adam, the one from the photographs was nowhere to be seen, I’d rather know where that sneaky fucker was before it all kicks off. Wicknace then suddenly threw the axe at us with a strength that was surprising considering his fat, ancient age. As we separated to avoid the spinning blade the three of them shifted. Jimmy and Julien were huge, w

The chamber door creaked open, revealing a sight that took their breath away—a colossal ancient being, known as the Everforge, who held the power to unleash or seal away the ancient evil. The Everforge spoke in a deep, resonant voice that echoed through their souls. "You have braved many trials, faced your innermost fears, and proven yourselves worthy. The time has come to make a choice—will you use the key to vanquish the ancient evil or risk everything by embracing another path?" The expedition members exchanged glances, their gazes filled with a shared understanding. They realized that vanquishing the ancient evil was not merely a matter of wielding power but a test of their conviction to

I did not wear a crown. I wore scars. “My brothers,” I began, my voice carrying without effort. “My sisters.” A low rumble of acknowledgment passed through them. “We are not marching today because we crave battle,” I said. “We march because something ancient and vile has decided this world is his to consume.” Growls rippled through the ranks. “The Evil King believes he has already won,” I continued. “He believes the earth will kneel. That wolves will break. That love makes us weak.”

The game was shifting, and we were all only pieces in a fight far more grand than any we could have dreamed of. "Run! Evie's voice cut through the anarchy, but I stopped as I turned to see her. Not behind me, she was standing there confronting the thing that had us caught in the clearing. Her hand reached out, her face set in terrible resolve. Evie—!: I started to yell, but she interrupted with one word. Back off. Her eyes, those wide, fearful eyes, betrayed her even if the words came out like a directive. I saw the struggle in them. Her body was stiff, coiled like a spring ready for anything. But, what?