Evil Capricorn Novels & Stories

He felt good repeating the insult, and this time, Cavil tried to calm himself down. "I am not a bastard. I am Cavil Voss of the BloodClaw Pack and an heir to the Royal House of the Lycans' throne. I am a Lycan, the first of his existence in 200 years since the Lycans’ extinction," Cavil said loudly, his eyes glinting with pride—a coping mechanism for his boiling anger.

“He appears unbothered; seems superficial. Maybe we can do it right now?” Valencia's eyes widened. Although she knew that this person was crazy, she didn’t expect him to be this crazy. Even when Maverick knew that Corbyn was outside, he still dared to... Valencia’s eyes turned grim, and she glared at the unfazed Maverick fiercely. “You dare? If you dare touch me, I’ll scream for rape…”

His cold voice indeed gave a chill down on her spine but she remained calm. “Mr. Belerick. Can you not show me Audacity right now? I am super frustrated just trying to understand what the fuck happened to me. I am a very materialistic person who loves to trust what she sees. But seeing you all, I think I am going crazy. What did I do that I ended up in such a messy world? Where I am, who you all are. How did I end up? Everything. everything is freaking me out. And stop ordering me around. I am not your fcking slave. I can do what I want to do. It’s my right to decide for myself.”

A couple was having sex on the desk. The girl’s straddling a guy, grinding her hips while flipping her hair like a whip. Her naked boobs bounced like two freaking melons. She casually turned her head and she saw me. “FUCK!” she screamed. I hastily wanted to back out of the room. But it was too late. The guy lying on the desk turned his head to me. He’s got dark hair, green eyes, and the face of an angle. Ezra Ravenshire. The Lycan King’s heir narrowed his eyes at me. The expression on his face turned deadly.

"How dare you hit me?" I hissed. "I should have done that a long time ago! You deserve a slap for how shameless you are, you homewrecker! You deserve that for how evil you are. You are a scheming, evil crone!" I slapped her six more times before stopping. She was paralyzed with shock. That was when Emil rushed to the scene. The moment he saw the state Caprice was in, his face darkened. "Tara, how could you be so evil?"

Two of our pack warriors stood to catch their breath directly beneath the tree where I was hidden. “That bitch!” one hissed. “She just had to run on another night instead of the full moon.” The full moon was when werewolves were at the peak of their abilities. They could shift easily on nights like that. Please leave. My grip on the tree branch was beginning to falter. I feared I would fall and expose myself. “Did you see her?” Another man walked to where the other two stood, trying to sniff me out. “She’s a traitor. She tried to set the pack on fire. She’s an enemy of the pack. She’s trying to escape. Do you know what that means? She leaves with the pack’s secrets!”

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!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Killian cursed for what was probably the hundredth time in that morning alone, maybe the thousandth, even. Damn humans and their many festivals! Everywhere was blocked to maximum, a real human traffic all around as naked men ran around, lashing elite, proper women of the ton… women of rank with shaggy thongs, simply because they had been foolish enough to believe that they who were barren would become fertile, and they who had managed to make it to pregnancy would have a safe delivery if struck, courtesy of some silly Lupercalian belief.

“So, this was your intention all along? You wanted to toy with my family just to corner me, so I'd be left with no choice but to run to you and sign this stupid shit, but guess what? I'm not signing it, you old fuck! You'd have to find another desperate guy to satisfy your fucked up, sexual twisted fantasies because it definitely ain't me!” Neither his smirk nor his calm and relaxed composure ever faltered, and that made me even more pissed. Fucking, sick psycho faggot! I keep saying it, billionaires are the most disgusting and twisted creatures on earth, and this one right here just proved it. “Very well, then.” He said in a cool tone, unfazed. “You can leave.” “You bet I will!” I shot at h

Three– is the curse which they know nothing about, how it works or how it is bestowed. Epsilon is a ruthless, merciless king and a satyromaniac. At a height of 6 feet and a body of 150kg with pure muscles, tanned caramel complexion, and an intimidating wolf tattoo covering his left arm, he could be the drooling material of a young woman. But his habit of always wearing red velvet cloak, brutality, greed, and sodding medieval concept that a woman is just for sexual satisfaction, made him nowhere fit into the modern, civilized world.