Left-handed Evil Novels & Stories

With hands on his hips his attention still on the darkness, he replies “I’m not sure.” Leneve also stands, taking Morgan's hand. Black vines begin to creep down her arms, her yellowy-green eyes lighting up and turning a shade more yellow. “Evil.” She says with disgust as if she could taste it. “Yggdrasil is close. I can feel her.” The cursed Lycan shudders dropping Morgan's hand and pulling out a small round glass vile. She holds it in her hands and utters a few words, the vile in her hand begins to glow brighter and brighter until it resembles a lightbulb, casting a ray of warmth and comfort across us all.

It was as if there was a battle of good versus evil of mother nature happening right now, as good was clearly taking charge, simmering the fires of hell from ruining the surface of the lands of my world. While I hung on in the tree, watching it from above, I began to realize what had just happened. The Angel of Death dropped Kylee’s blood into the pit of hell, which was a very bad move on his behalf, because my little mate here, was full of goodness. There was no doubt in my mind that her blood tainted the evilness that brewed inside its core, making it erupt to free itself from Kylee’s blood spreading throughout its inner core.

The baby you're carrying is a bastard! Then, Nicholas slammed Evelyn onto the ground before glaring at the gangsters shivering behind her. "I will double the amount of whatever she agreed to pay you if you'll do everything she told you to do, but to her." The gangsters exchanged glances at that and slowly walked toward Evelyn. Evelyn kept scrambling backward. However, two of the gangsters grabbed her and held her down while the others ripped her clothes off her body. A light golden liquid that stank of ammonia suddenly streamed down her thighs.

He drawled, and I bet he thinned those evil eyes at me because my skin started crawling uncomfortably underneath his watchful gaze, the hairs at the back of my neck standing on alert. “I needed some air.” I raised my glass to my lips, hiding the threatening tick of a muscle on my jaw before turning to my left and facing him. Black eyes stared back at me intently. Even underneath the night sky and lights, I could see the evil swirling just beneath his black orbs. The obsidian that coated his whites made him the true incarnation of evil. Not even a tinge of warmth whatsoever. And they say I was evil. If there was a fusion of both angels and demons, Damir would 70% be a demon and 30 an angel. I

"To an era of darkness and despair." Helen extends her hand, her fingers crackling with dark energy, and the air practically hums with malevolent power. "To an era of absolute control and unending power," she intones, her tone rich with anticipation. As their hands meet, a malevolent laugh spills from their lips, sealing their sinister pact in a chilling symphony of maleficent ambition. The duo's laughter reverberates through the dungeon, a chilling symphony of maleficent ambition. Little do they know, forces of light may yet rise to challenge their dominion, and the battle for the fate of the world hangs in the balance.

Just then, Aisha's voice echoed from the sky, "I had thought to spare you, but it seems unnecessary now. Prepare to face the descent of the great evil god, Bahamut!" Evil god Bahamut? Wilbur's eyes widened in shock. The ground beneath him began to tremble violently, soon splitting open to reveal a massive chasm. From this abyss, a gigantic black serpent emerged. The serpent hissed, flicking its tongue, and its blood-red eyes made Wilbur's heart skip a beat. By now, the sun had set, and the moon hung in the sky, casting its silver light. The enormous figure of the evil god Bahamut loomed over Wilbur, its shadow engulfing him completely. Bahamut's crimson eyes locked onto Wilbur like a predato

Striker scoffed, but still burned the ground the dead walked on. Abandoning the thought of keeping my identity hidden, I appeared in front of the dead one by one and knocked them down. Their bones scattered, and Striker burned them away. This felt like a horrible thing to do but I didn’t think we had any other way to stop this unless we found the root of evil—Aleister Anasazi—the puppet master. “ I didn’t want you to feel like I made a sacrifice for you when I made the deal with Levian. ” I breathed hard as I continued to move.

"Your essence? I thought you wanted your son to live?" "He has already been released!" The voice held a sinister laugh behind his words. "Katherine, don't be a fool. This is pure evil that wants to destroy our world." Elizabeth tried to beg me to do what she saw as the right path. The world isn't simply divided into good and bad or right and wrong, though. Evil, as we perceive it, is merely the absence of good, much like darkness is the absence of light. Within me, there exists no inherent goodness, light, or kindness, only a drive for self-preservation and a thirst for power to ensure that no one ever stands in my path again.

She looked terrified. "Throw it!" Jack commanded. Hailey closed her eyes and hurled the compass like a baseball. It tumbled through the air, spinning wildly. The shadow entity sensed the artifact. It released Jack and reached out a smoky tendril to catch the compass. "Now!" Jack shouted. He didn't grab the compass. He grabbed the shadow's arm—the smoky, intangible limb. But Jack didn't use his right hand. He used his left. He ripped the glove off with his teeth. The black, runic flesh of the Entropy Hand was exposed.

“Tyr, what are you trying to do?” Everyone seemed a little worried because they sensed something was wrong with Tyr. Tyr did not respond to any of them. He suddenly raised his left hand, as if he was being manipulated by something. He growled out, “You cannot humiliate a God! God’s Left Hand!” Tyr’s left hand shot up into the sky with a dazzling golden light as soon as the voice fell. The left hand of the ancient God appeared above the void at the next second.