Does Eren Become Evil Novels & Stories

“And why would I know where he is? Do you think I keep track of either of you after the misery you’ve caused me?” Her anger simmered, but then she turned back to Darius, her tone dropping low, almost pleading. “Alpha, I do not know where Eron is. But there is one thing I do know about these two…” she gestured sharply toward her ex-husband. “They are evil. Both of them. They will do anything for money, anything for power. And yes, even protect each other if it suits their needs.” The prisoner’s mouth opened, ready to defend himself, but Darius finally moved. Slowly, he turned his gaze on him. The look alone was enough, it froze the words in his throat.

"What she means is werewolves usually don't shift in front of the opposite gender unless it's danger, an emergency, or their fated mate. She's asking questions to avoid saying it outright." "Hah?" I looked at him. "Are you sure?" "Yes." He offered a small smile. I turned back to Serenity. "Do you have any problem with me shifting?" I asked directly, holding her gaze. Earnest facepalmed. "No. As long as it doesn't kill me," she shrugged, then began warming up her muscles. Earnest stared at us like we were two peas from the same pod. "You lead," she said. In seconds her body twisted with controlled grace, bones shifting and reforming under gray smoke that swirled like mist from the ancient for

I forgot my own struggle and just prayed to the Moon goddess that he doesn't sense her power or bloodline. He looked back at Edward before looking back at her. Titling his neck to the side, "Seems like we have a correlation here." He said before he looked back to Daniel, "The Lycan King fated with a lowly Wolf? What abomination the fates are bringing to our realm." He spat, shaking his head before standing up. I have never been so happy that Eva took more of her Father's features than I'm now. At Least he believes she is just a She-wolf, just like her Father. A 'lowlife mutt' like he always addressed the Wolves as back then.

I did not care about my father’s political games, nor about the stunned whispers growing louder among the lords. There was only one thing that mattered. I turned toward Eira. She still stood exactly where I had left her. Her chin remained defiantly raised. Her spine was perfectly straight. She looked like a warrior goddess who had brought an empire to its knees with nothing but her words. But the moment my eyes met hers, I saw it. The fire was gone. The blaze that had kept her standing, fueled by hatred and survival alone, had vanished. Her face, already pale, turned the color of ash.

My throat tightened. “The kind of pull she had on men,” Eren continued, running a hand through his beard. “Mabe it was just… her black magic. But I know this. If I had stayed around her long enough, I don’t trust that I would have resisted if she would have tried to make a pass at me.” He shook his head. “So no. You’re not the only sinner in this family.” The car climbed higher, the air thinning, the terraces looming closer. Steam drifted faintly from the hundreds of turquoise mineral pools, giving the place an otherworldly look.

The words came faster now, as if he had held them back for too long. “I cast her out. I never saw her again. But what did it matter? You were already gone.” “Hades,” I said, “that is over. You and I are no longer bound to each other.” His body swayed slightly. I continued in the same calm tone I used with families who refused to accept a diagnosis. “Eren’s condition is serious. He needs stable, long-term treatment, not shock, guilt, or denial. Because of my history with him, I am not suitable to remain his primary healer.”

I will not let him stain his hands. "Stop him, Erin, or it's his next funeral. Alpha Ezekiel is ruthless. Axel will not win. You knew better what he is capable of." My mind is torn between Liya and Axel. On the other hand, I want to avenge father, too, without Axel getting in my way. Some werewolves are vicious, and they are stronger than humans. He won't stand a chance. But how am I going to talk him out of it? I resorted to drinking rum in the bar and noticed that Mario wasn't around—his father's butler. The last time I saw him was at the funeral. I went to the kitchen to find Ophelia, Lily's caregiver.

I wonder what he was trying to prove, did it make him feel good hurting me and pretending like I never existed. Well on the plus, Eren and the tons of girls he has been swapping has been the only talk on campus. Everyone literally forgot and moved on from their hate for me. Fucking hypocrites, I thought they cared about getting justice for Randall, but look how easily they jumped off my hate train the second some new gossip rolled in. I just couldn't understand it. Why did he suddenly change towards me? This all happened after his time with the Elders, he returned as a totally different man from the Eren I knew. What happened during the time he was in the Elders captivity?

“So he found someone else. A man, I think he said. Someone who’d supposedly left the dark path behind. Said he cast a spell to protect you.” Eren looked troubled as he shifted his weight uncomfortably, uncertain of my reaction. “He swore it worked. Told me not to worry anymore.” The colour of Eren`s face was drained. “I told him he was wrong, that he was grieving too deeply for your mother Rüya, who was killed by a street dog, like the police said. But he became obsessed with the occult, and I warned him not to be led astray. I was worried about him. He seemed a little better when he moved back here, when he got his business on its feet again, and I could help him out.”

“What is all this drama about? You sound crazy. You loved me so much that you abandoned me? Is that really the best you could come up with?” “I did not abandon you, Valeria,” she insisted desperately. “I was forced to by your father, you have to believe me.” “Like hell I’ll believe a single word that comes out of your mouth,” I shot back immediately. “Stop lying and trying to turn me against Dad. It won’t work.” “Eren is obsessed with you and it’s making him ruin lives, including yours. Especially yours.” That was it. I pushed myself off the bed despite the sharp pain that flared in my head, ignoring it completely as I made my way toward the door.