Facing Evil Novels & Stories

"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

his voice seethed with possessiveness, his words an ominous declaration. A surge of panic overwhelmed me as I realized the danger lurking within these hallowed walls. Desperate to escape the clutches of impending doom, I leaned towards Elliot, my voice a trembling whisper. "Please, we must flee before he unleashes his wrath upon you or anyone else," I implored.

“You know nothing about sacrifice.” “Maybe,” I replied calmly. “But I know evil when I see it.” For the first time since entering the council room, fear appeared in Malvora’s eyes.

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?

She spilt the words. His finger stopped moving but he didn't lift it. When he didn't say anything. She looked up at him. His face wasn't hard anymore. He was just staring at her. She gazed in his green eyes. She felt his thumb moving again, " No, " He said. A broad smile spread on her lips. He inclined in more closer that his hot breath was fanning her pink lips, " I rule the evil, babe, not weak people. " He said impassively.

, they told themselves even if they are very scared seeing on their sweat flowing on the face while experiencing the hot temperature from where they are. "Then, FIGHT FOR YOUR LIVES!", the evil emphasized. "Get the swords and kill each other. The one will survive will get a chance to escape. Just one of you. Can you do the challenge? the voice asked them and laughed at them again. Just choose, kill each other and one will get the chance to survive or fight against my demons? What will you choose?", the evil teased them. Bwahahaha (evil laugh) The demons walk towards them, there are demons at their back, at their right and left side and in front of you. They were cornered by the demons. They

Moreover, the addition of the Fauna Imperial Sect was equivalent to having an extra good fighting force. In an instant, the remaining evil cultivators were also killed. Even though evil cultivators were willing to take other people's lives, it did not mean they would be one of those people. In truth, these evil cultivators were even more fearful than other people when faced with death. In the end, the constant death of their companions and the pungent stench of blood crumbled these remaining evil cultivators' spirits.