Hush Novel Malevolent Novels & Stories

I stood in the dark bathroom, heart slamming, clothes clutched to my chest, and listened to my brother’s voice fill the apartment. “Jesus, man, you look like you just woke up. Did I interrupt something?” Elias’s answer was too calm. “Just crashed early.” A pause. Then my brother’s footsteps moved deeper into the apartment. Toward the bedroom. Toward the unmade bed and the smell and the evidence we hadn’t had time to hide. I pressed my back to the bathroom wall and closed my eyes. There was nowhere left to go.

Ruthless Billionaire’s Little Sparrow Part 61-1 PLEASE VOTE, COMMENT AND FOLLOW ME Author’s POV Few hours back He was a heartless demon, drowned in evilness and darkness, feeding on fear to give sick pleasure to his psychotic neurons with drenching into blood.

Cries of despair and anguish echoed from the whip as soon as it was unveiled. Waves of malevolent energy resonated from within. Halbert whipped it toward Severin's direction, sending forth a cacophony of malicious and demonic energy that echoed for miles. The malevolent energy distorted the surrounding space, tearing apart even the glow of starlight.

My chest pounds. I push forward. Finally, the grove. The clearing is scorched at the edges, filled with bone-white trees and earth turned to charcoal. In the center, half-buried in soot and shadow, the Ashbane pulses. It glows faintly violet in the dying light, like it's breathing. I step forward. And the whispers begin. They rise from beneath. From the ash itself. Soft at first. Then louder. Clearer. Words I have not heard in years, monster… impure… wolfspawn… fatherless.

One of them hissed low, revealing sharp, gleaming fangs—something no human should have. “Who are you…?” I barely managed to speak. One of the men stepped forward. His nails grew into claws in an instant—sharp as blades. His voice was deep, distorted, like an echo from a dark abyss. “The seed inside you... it must be destroyed.” Thump. ***

The Hush Devours the Crown Kieran's POV Before the first crow broke the dawn hush, Kieran was already standing at the orchard trench. The wind pushed frost across the brine path in thin sheets, covering the blackened footprints they'd pressed into the soil when they dragged Thorell's last sons to the pit. It should've felt final. It didn't. His fingers rested on the old orchard fence , splintered rails tied together with scraps of old priest robes. Each knot was crusted in pitch. Each knot smelled like the night they buried Calor's crown so deep no lie could root itself in the hush again. He could taste it now, the hush , thick on his tongue when he opened his mouth to breathe. Somewhere b

Whispers, filled with hatred and despair, echoed in their minds, a psychic assault designed to break them. Maya felt a cold dread grip her heart as Xol'thul loomed before them. The sheer malevolent energy radiating from the entity threatened to consume them whole. Whispers, a cacophony of hate and despair, flooded her mind, insidious tendrils attempting to unravel her resolve.

A Dark Fantasy Romance Unholy Hunger ✦ Some loves are not forbidden by men. They are forbidden by gods. •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• Before Time Learned to Count •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × ••••••

He looks past me and to the wall. I turn back just in time to see silhouettes of faceless women stretching the wallpaper and reaching out to me. "No, no. This is... no." He pushes me and the hands stretching through the wallpaper grab me, pulling me inside the wall. "I'm sorry. I'm... sor—" One of the hands covers my mouth and pulls, muffling my cries. My screams are muffled until my body is past the wall and my face is the only thing left. "Chelsea."

He was already tense since yesterday and now that was the last straw! He took a deep breath and started walking quickly to his father's room. He opened the door without knocking and entered. He walked quickly to his mother without looking at the person who was coming. While Nevra was looking at him with eyes full of fear, she came face to face with the person who took something out of her bent bag. The mocking and dull gaze of the young man met with the angry eyes of the person in front of him. The two of them looked at each other with a mixture of hatred and the young man raised an eyebrow and looked at the person in front of him with a dirty smile. The world was really very small. I