Emperor Of Evil Novels & Stories

“I think Daunator was extremely evil before he became demonic and has probably been terrorizing since he was a little Vampire baby running around in diapers.” An image of the emperor from Star Wars popped into my head as I’d always imagined that was what Daunator must look like, with his alabaster face and a long black robe. I could envision a baby version running around like Christian had said and started giggling. “As if he wasn’t an old dude when he was changed,” I muttered. If he wasn’t, it made little sense that he’d choose to represent himself that way now, but then, he was probably powerful enough to look like whatever he wanted to.

He wouldn’t allow himself to be swayed by such emotions. At least, that was what he told himself. But as he watched the branches bow to the wind’s embrace, he wasn’t so sure anymore. How was it that he could be ruthless enough to run a mafia empire, to kill without hesitation, yet be blind to the simplest truth—that he cared? How had he not realized that his lies and manipulations would only lead to his downfall? That he would lose the one person who had ever cared about him, leaving him utterly, irrevocably alone?

"Just because I work for you doesn't mean you own me. I don't belong to you or anyone but myself. Besides, I have a fiancé." Ethan stood up, his face expressionless and cold. A tall man with fair skin and striking blue eyes, he looked like a Greek god. Walking towards her, Sasha felt her heart pounding. Ethan Leo, the eldest son and president of the Leo Empire, was known to be ruthless and a monster. How had she gotten involved with this man? He pushed her into a corner, gently stroking her face before grabbing her neck.

It gives a physical description of the man, but other than that, there isn’t much on the page. “So, who is he?” I ask, causing Doc to sit at the table with a sigh. “Corbin Black is Duncan Ambrose’s number one henchman. He does most of the crime boss’ dirty work. We pulled him in a few different times to try and flip him, but it didn’t work. He’s Duncan’s puppy, loyal to the core. As sick as it sounds, I think he enjoys what he does,” Doc adds. “And, what exactly does he do?” I ask, not wanting to overestimate the man.

"I just wanted to say that Sebastian will do anything so save your grandmother. Don't let your self believe on anyone except on us." "If I trust you can you give my grandmother back to me? And who is Matheus? Why did he take my grandmother ?!" I promise with a trembling voice. "Matheus is the king of Orpheus. He's an evil and he'll do anything to destroy us." Its a cold answer. "And what have we got to do with you? We are just humble people." Is it just human? "Yes you're a human ... but, your grandmother is vampire." A vampire?

E C S T A S Y Joel creaked open Emily's door as silently as he could,thinking she was asleep. He entered the room and closed the door behind him. "Where are you coming from?" Emily who was standing by the light switch asked and immediately switched on the light. For the first time in his life,the CEO of EMPIRE WORLD CORPORATIONS felt chills down his spine as he stopped in his tracks. He had always said it, the woman standing before her was the devil. She-devil.

I wanted to turn away from him, but it wouldn’t be professional, so I maintained my composure. Silently, one of my co-workers whispered to me, “Isabella, did you know him anywhere before this moment?” I answered, “No.” She then said, “His name is Alexander Lucas, one of the most powerful billionaires in the country and also heir of the great Mr. Alexander, the owner of the popular Alex Empire.” I was shocked and realized I had made a terrible mistake that could ruin my entire life. The name alone sounded powerful. The Alexander family was popularly known for business and power. Most of their heirs were arrogant and ruthless billionaires whom everyone in the country knew.

I wanted to meet him sooner. The Blood Tyrant. The Emperor. The monster. I closed my eyes. And for the first time in years… I dreamed of blood.

The black sails loomed over them like the wings of a crow. "Welcome home, Prince Noah," Valerius said. He reached out a hand to help Noah up. Noah didn't take it. He grabbed the rope ladder and started to climb, pulling Ethan up behind him. They reached the deck. A hundred Southern soldiers stood in perfect formation. At the end of the line was a man in purple silk. He had Noah’s eyes. He had Noah’s jaw. The Emperor. "You look terrible," the Emperor said. He didn't move. He didn't embrace him. He just looked at the blood and the leather.