My Encounter With Evil Novels & Stories

The corner of her lips curved into a devilish smirk upon seeing the lifeless multitude she had killed, absolutely feeling no remorse. April almost stumbled as she could not believe what she had just seen in the black pot. That lady.... that lady who had killed those people looked so much like her. Was that Margaux, the evil witch? Was what she had just seen the incident that happened three hundred years ago? She held onto her cloak as her hand trembled, horrified by what she had seen in the black pot however, a part of her wanted to see the end. What happened after Margaux had killed those people? Where was Damon and the other vampire princes when it all happened? Despite her fear, she still

And then a memory many years ago flashed like a movie scene in my mind. That night when a cute little girl who I thought was younger than me accidentally bumped me. She could have fallen to the floor if I did not manage to catch her. I even saw her taking secret glances at me. It fluttered my heart, though, and Ale was like that kid.

It was just like any normal day, walking down the path that goes to my neighbourhood. It was already sunset, and the sky was beautiful when i saw him, the famous David Carlson. He was sitting on a concrete pavement, with his left hand caressing his eyes. His actions didn't seem right to me, and he looked like he was having a bad day. At first, i hadn't recognised him right away because he was wearing a black cap, and looking down to the earth as if he was regretting his whole existence. To top it all, David was wearing a black t-shirt, black jeans, and black shoes which made the whole situation look like he had just come from a funeral. i stood there for some time, just simply staring at him

“Why the fuck did you tell me about your war? You know who I am. Did you plan to kill me all along?” He pulls me in tighter. “No, baby. You needed to know who I am. You’re naïve.” My body stiffens, but he keeps talking. “I’m not saying you haven’t dealt with the bad in this world. But my life… it’s an entirely different level of bad. It’s evil. In my world, the good guys don’t win.”

His eyes were dark with fury, and I gulped nervously. "Did I make myself clear?" He spat. I couldn't trust myself to nod against his grip. My head felt heavy, and I struggled to breathe. "Please..." I whispered. He finally let go, and I fell against the backrest again. I was sure he was about to kill me. If I hadn't realized the situation I'd found myself in, just in that brief encounter, I did. I'd been thrown into a pack controlled by the Devil... himself.

It, the prophecy spoke of things to occur in a given part of the book and not all. "And by the unknown reencounting act of one, And by the visit of time, Purgatory may fall by the hand of the Being Of Secrecy, For the prophecy to prevail. Hells' rules will falter, The skies will dampen, And the demon before demons may rise, All left to encounter shall be nothing to reveal, And all left to encounter shall be told by TIME!" "The unknown reencounting act of one." The unknown reencounting act of one is referred to as Pete's survival from death and his luck to meet the Moments. This was the reencounting act of one, and the one is referred to as Pete.

The car cuts through the night, the city lights flickering like warning signs of what lies ahead for me. I come to the daunting conclusion then that this man—Satan incarnate—is going to be the death of me. And it may not be the kind of typical death I’ve come to know. He’s his own brand of fucking evil.

"Not a damn thing I can say will convince you that your demise will be anything, but bad. That misconception it totally on you. I've been on the cusp of death and it was awesome for me...that was because I love and was loved. Laugh if you like. You are evil, so 'love' doesn't register with you the way it would to a normal person. Evil isn't strength. Evil isn't a 'tool' that the foolish mass of humanity can't conceive of. Evil is a defect and you are going to find that out the hard way, no doubt," I ruminated. "Philosophy major?" she wondered. "Philosophy minor - Business major," I replied. "Do you believe people can truly be evil?" Anima took her eyes off the road to drink in my introspecti

I explained, wishing he had known her before all of this so he would understand what I meant. Hell, the dark veins visible on her face should have been a dead giveaway that something had corrupted her. I refused to believe that her soul had turned to evil and that it began to reveal itself in her blood. “Yeah, she is evil,” Will said as if it were obvious. “I don't disagree, but what we just saw in there... that was different,” I muttered, looking up at the side of the building. “I need to talk to Kaiden.” I started toward the door to the pack house and did my best to remain polite and greet all of the guards who dipped their heads to me in submission, but having been in a pack before, I kne

In a moment of desperation, I slap his face, but it leaves only a red mark. He finally lets go of my neck and retaliates by slapping me hard, sending me crashing to the floor. I cough, tasting blood in my mouth. This isn't Alex—his eyes are different. He's not himself. He would never hit me. But then again, I realize that I know nothing about this man. He might be a horrible person hiding behind smiles. "You want evil, right? I will give you evil," he growls, his voice cold and menacing. A wolf hiding in sheep's clothing. Now I understand why they say that the devil you know is better than the angel you don't know.