Where Evil Grows Novels & Stories

He scratched his head using the mouth of his gun, "I definitely look delusional, if someone could hear me right now." "The thing is, Bulan, with all of these changes, curiosity, and rapaciousness--where people heedlessly scramble their way to the top, heartless and all--I live, I get stronger, and I continue existing. And that's not even the best part yet. With all these revising and adapting, I learn and replenish. It's so nice to be evil yet untampered rather than being untampered per se but benign."

I press the play button and instead of it playing music just as it's name implies I heard my grandfather's voice,he actually recorded his speech and it says thus; "Let all human race girdle themselves together for death is coming upon us,no one can save us,the evil mark is here and it will consume us all.Be prepared for damnation is here,the angel of death has come for vengeance and he won't stop until he has sucked our blood to it's satisfaction.BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Moonlight through the window cast shadows, but after a quick scan she knew the room was devoid of life save for her. And then she saw it. In the vanity mirror. A reflection of the window. And looking in through the window was a creature that should not exist. That cannot be from this world. Too horrible for words. Just know, that this thing was evil. Even in the pale light, she could see the vile intentions in its inky eyes and snarling, fangled mouth. It looked excited. And hungry. Its grey hands pressed against the glass, each elongated, alien finger leaving a film residue behind as it dragged its claw-like nails down the window.

meanwhile in the sky good angel is biting her nails in tension without understanding anything evil angel : do you want to eat your hands too good angel : no but I'm tensed evil angel : why good angel : he is saying to let her go evil angel : he knows very well what he is doing good angel : really evil angel : wait and watch

He almost lost his normal weight from 55 kilos to 45, he had not eaten well for the past weeks though Angelic never forget to send her healthy foods, he would not eat them, instead he would give it to the other detainees. One rainy night, he was feeling uncomfortable on his bed, there were rats under it making little noise which sounds irritating. He opened the light to check the underneath portion of his bed, the light flickered on and off. He thought that there was something wrong with the electric line so he turned the light off and returned to his bed. He gently closed his eyes and a cold breeze of the wind blown inside his cell, suddenly, the wall clock hung on the wall dropped and made

As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them, thus I only show myself in disguise. I watched him sleep and every time he is trying to do something bad I try to kill the evil around him. The things are, there are too many evil around him. They love to feed on the bitterness that Harold has in the life he’d been with. The more he harbors it in his heart the stronger they become. We call them Eater, because they only grow when something unholy comes out of the man’s heart. They grow as human desire evil thoughts and even hide anger, lust or any of its kind. Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off.

It was a face that should not exist in the realm of the living, a face that exuded malevolence. As if pulled by an invisible force, I inched closer to the water's edge. The face beckoned me, and an insidious voice whispered in the recesses of my mind, promising secrets and power beyond imagination. I couldn't resist its pull, and a trance-like state enveloped me.

A faint, unearthly mist creeps across the ground, like skeletal fingers reaching out to snatch the living, as if death itself was reclaiming the land. The trees, once green and vibrant, now stand as skeletal sentinels, their branches like bony fingers reaching towards the sky. The wind whispers an unsettling melody, a haunting dirge that seems to warn of impending doom. In this ominous hour, the shadows come alive, twisting and writhing like living darkness. The very fabric of reality seems to be unraveling, and the whispers of the unknown are a chilling reminder that something ancient and evil lurks just beyond the edge of perception.

The calm blue waters of the lake rippled softly as their boat glided forward in silence. As they ventured deeper into the Valley of Dark Granite, the air grew thick with an eerie, unsettling energy. The once-clear sky transformed into a foreboding canopy of dark, twisted clouds, like a physical manifestation of the evil that lurked within. The ground beneath their feet, once soft and green, became rugged and unforgiving as if the very earth itself was warning them to turn back. Eryndor's troops exchanged nervous glances, their eyes gleaming with a mix of fear and determination. They had heard tales of this accursed place, where the Evil Werewolf's dark magic had corrupted the land, twisting

It was a force of nature, a fundamental absence. For days, they tried. They played the most powerful harmonies they knew from the edge of the blight. The silence swallowed them all. The Warden's barrier of light held the blight in place, but it was slowly, relentlessly, expanding inward, consuming the greyed trees from the inside out. The blighted area was growing, inch by inch. Despair began to set in. They had learned to talk to the world, but how do you talk to nothing?