Hush Novel Malevolent Novels & Stories

The dark energy imbued in it is so powerful that even as trivial as a few lines of the first page was enough to create that haunted maze and summon those malevolent evil entities. And also...I lift my gaze from the Grimoire to look at the huge pile of debris that blasts apart to reveal him. I see his camouflage is coming off. His boiling furious face is twitching between that of his original Pixie and Mayor Tuyen. “What the hell? Is that...dad?” I hear Christian behind me and say nothing while calmly walking towards him. I sense Tara and the others and spare them a glance to see them all holding their breaths with tension. I hold Elizabeth’s gaze.

Memories of Rush and Nightshade exterminating the wolves and, after that, every manner of supernatural species. I looked into his eyes as I dissolved the mind link but held my hands tightly to the sides of his head as my eyes flared. "Ex potestate maleficarum tui homicidii, per hoc removeo potestates tuas et te excommunicam de ostio maleficarum!"

He liked the way she blinked innocently while talking. 'girl don't play with my mind' he said to himself. 'you're making feel hot down there' he told himself blaming her as he saw her gulping juice inside and down her throat. Her lips getting all wet and heavy with the liquid, 'i want to fuck you so hard' he thought. But Alaya was unaware that someone with hunger eyes is keeping watch on her. Gerard made up his mind that he needs that girl beneath him, today or tomorrow. He picked up his beer and took a large sip, and gulped it thinking like he was taking Alaya inside. His lust was very visible in his eyes. While Alaya was busy meeting guesrs with her father. And every men in the room had hi

Her eyes snapped open, horrified by her own betrayal. Hastan’s gaze darkened, his stare turning dangerous, almost feral. He leaned closer, their faces nearly brushing, his breath a furnace against her cheek. “See?” he whispered, a cruel smirk tugging at his mouth. “Even your body refuses to lie to me.” Click. The third button surrendered, fabric gaping wider to expose the swell of her chest. His hand drifted lower, fingertips brushing her sternum before drawing idle circles across her bare upper stomach. Each stroke was languid, taunting, a game of power he played with cruel precision.

Behind her was Beelzebub and his company, the demon who drives death, Samuel. A sudden ambience was felt as a third individual appeared out of nowhere. The figure was of a masculine attribute and this very figure was hooded, clothed in a medieval grey warlock hood. "The feel of earth, how humble mortals are." The voice was heard for the first time, the voice of this very person. It was the most malevolent voice ever heard and this very figure radiated evil. He slowly turned over, as sight was about to catch his face which by the side angle was total darkness. All that was seen was nothing before the scene ends, thus concluding the chapter.

*"All night by the white stars' frosty gleams Descent of thy Goddess appear in thy lofty dreams And the eyes forget the tears they have shed Who succumb shall come forth from the dead The breeze comes whispering in thy ear Till the Gods comes flooding back with a ripply cheer Slender and clear were his crystal spars As the flashes of light that trim the stars His dimension awaits yet he seeks for the void Adversary behold coming back to the world What hast thou seek is power above all To defeat evil heavens shall fall”* For a moment after the voice vanished silence filled the room. I was overwhelmed by what I have heard. Did I just hear a prophecy telling of the world’s end? Now I know why t

Emma let out a defeated sigh but decided to wear it after not finding any other suitable option. As she stretched her hand back to open her zipper, it hit something firm, followed by a waft of warm breath, sensually caressing the nape of her neck. Fear rushed through her veins, rendering her body motionless. He's here! "Husband and wife don't hide from each other," he whispered, his voice growing huskier as their bodies drew dangerously close. She inhaled sharply, and an enticing blend of his luxurious cologne, laced with a subtle note of alcohol, enveloped her senses.

Sparks flew, arcane energies crackled, and the very fabric of reality seemed to tremble under the weight of our conflict. But just as victory seemed within our grasp, a sinister laughter echoed through the halls, drowning out our triumph. Malachi Ravenswood's eyes glowed with an unholy fervor, a malevolent glint that sent a chill down my spine. "You think this is the end, little lambs?" he sneered, his voice dripping with malevolence. "Oh, how mistaken you are." Before our eyes, the manor walls began to shake violently, as if the very foundation of reality was unraveling. The air grew thick with an oppressive darkness, suffocating our hopes and dimming the light that had fueled our resolve.

But as she settled back into her bed, her mind continued to churn with questions, her dreams filled with uncertainty and apprehension about what tomorrow would bring. In the dimly lit room cloaked in secrecy, a clandestine conversation unfolded between a man and a woman, their words dripping with malice and deceit. Shadows danced on the walls, mirroring the sinister intentions that permeated the air. As the man delivered his report, his voice held a palpable sense of trepidation, wary of the woman's formidable presence.

“How are you feeling?” Iselyn asks, taking a seat beside me on the worn fallen tree trunk. “I’m fine,” I nod while digging my bare feet deeper into the sand and rocks. Letting the whistling wind, splashing water and the chilling breeze coming off of it, calm me down. “You?” She looks up at the darkening sky and sighs. “It’s called a curse for a reason, Mal. We knew this day would come.” “Still,” I shrug my shoulders, and let my gaze roam over the rolling waves. “Aren’t you worried?”