When Evil Lurks Torrent Novels & Stories

Something divine—a succession Theo was mumbling about before he vanished like her father. Nexus must really have told her everything before— which she must have clearly forgotten. She’d lived with him for what felt like ages. Surely he could’ve left her a scroll, a letter, maybe a PowerPoint? But no, she had no manual. Just glittery trauma and a cryptic fever-dream line: “Tame a very powerful being.” Selena’s eyes widened as the words echoed in her head like a bad horror movie line. “He was talking about Theo... right?” Her voice quivered. “And if Theo is a spirit... d-does that mean h-he’s... an evil one?”

One breath of hell. Behind that vault door: a new virus. Launched remotely. Rooted in the ruins of BLACK SUN’s final satellite. A digital serpent. Elias’ last weapon. Project: LUCIFER. “It only activates on blood recognition,” Vika had warned. “It knows him. It knows how he thinks. It’s not code—it’s him." Aria wanted to destroy it. Emilio wanted to see it. “I won’t hide from my ghosts,” he had said. And now here he was. Facing one last ghost.

Lightning's POV "The lycanthropes are taking over!” A paranoid werewolf screamed before a gunshot split through his skull. His body crumpled to the ground, lifeless. My pack warriors surged forward like into the territory, tearing into everything that dared move. Screams filled the night, mixed with the thunder of gunfire, steel clashing, and the wet rip of flesh. The chaos was a symphony, and I reveled in it. The wailing, the begging, the desperate cries for mercy—they were my orchestra, and I their conductor.

Relief washed over me, though I realized my palm was covered in cold sweat. She chuckled and implied, "What are you looking at so late at night that has you so nervous, Luna? Honestly, you should just get yourself a boyfriend." I felt awkward at what she implied, and had nothing to say, so I crawled back into bed. I reopened the online website after pulling the curtain tightly shut, but the website had been shut down. I pulled out the instruction manual and looked carefully. Hidden against the black background on the back, I finally noticed a line of dark red text.

We emerged onto a rooftop where a helicopter sat waiting, its rotors already beginning to spin. “Oh God,” I muttered. They loaded me into the helicopter, strapping me into a seat near the door. Dorian climbed in beside me, still holding the gun casually in one hand. “Ever flown before?” he asked conversationally as we lifted off. “Not like this,” I managed. The city fell away beneath us, lights twinkling in the darkness. The flight felt both endless and far too short. My mind spun with everything Dorian had told me. Werewolves. Calder was a werewolf. That explained so much, the inhuman strength, especially when he was pressing against me.

"Be on the lookout for Ruthven, I don't trust him." Lauren nodded in acknowledgement of his words. Her heart had suddenly begun to race, at the thought that Ruthven was likely to be on his guard, watching and timing. "Do you think he'll attack in broad daylight?" Lauren asked. "Like I said earlier, just be careful,"Roman retorted. I "Uhm." Lauren nodded. "Get going." He said to Lauren's retreating back. The lapis lazuli around Emily's neck was a daylight amulet that enabled the vampire's walk in daylight. Just like normal humans.

“Can’t they come here and treat her? I’ll close the door.” “No. Tabatha told me that Evander has been researching this demon since we first ran into it a few nights ago. He has a lead, but if it’s true…” He sits on the edge of the bed, looking down at me with glossy eyes. “If it’s true, we don’t have much time.” “What is it, Lucas?” Eliza snaps, unable to hide the fear in her voice. Lucas tears his eyes away from mine, looking pained. “Pestilence.”

Under the other women's terrified gazes, I was taken away. Suddenly, the other man grabbed my arm. I was confused for a moment. He slapped the back of my head, then waved at the spectacled man with a sinister leer. My breath hitched. I could smell a subtle fragrance, but I did not pay much attention to it. I followed behind the spectacled man nervously while looking for an escape. The basement was dark. There were cobwebs all over the gray walls. The smell of mold permeated the air, making me choke and cough.

The ground trembled beneath their feet, and the shadows twisted unnaturally, whispering secrets only the damned could understand. Lucian led the way, his senses sharper than ever. He could feel it—the heart of the curse was close. The entity that had plagued his bloodline for centuries was waiting for him. The others sensed it too. Even Dorian, who had always masked his emotions with a smirk and a sarcastic remark, was silent. Eldrin’s hands twitched near his daggers, and Evangeline muttered a quiet spell under her breath, her magic pulsing around her like a protective veil. And then, they saw it.

Jonas had no choice but to stop. "This is my true form," said the woman, realizing Jonah's confusion. Following this, she thundered her fingers, and they both appeared in a camp. The place looked poor, and there were barely four tents. When Lucifer and Jonah appeared, they saw a little man with no hands and legs, who was wallowing on the ground, similar to chickens when they decide to bathe in puddles of earth. When he saw him, he crawled quickly like a worm, until he entered the biggest tent, he seemed afraid.