Evil Geniuses Book Novels & Stories

“Am so sorry, I still have a bit of a problem controlling my powers.” Oh, really, it wasn’t obvious. “It's fine.” I swallow dryly and pick up the book that had fallen to the floor. Tilting my head curiously, I study it. It’s bound with a thick kind of leather strap and though the pages are worn out and they smell a little stale, the ink is still very visible. I turn the book over in my hands and read the Latin words on the peeling hardcover. “The Genetics of Elemental’s.” The book is snatched from my hand before I could even ask what it is about and I glance up in surprise to see how pale she’s gotten. “You read Lat-Latin?”

With a nod, Grandma Genevieve said, “Now, my understanding is that the book has been stolen, the one the boys brought me not long ago to make sure the translation that you did, Everly, was correct—is that right?” “Yes,” Alyson said with a nod as Everly attempted to swallow what was in her mouth. “And we think it might have something in it that could be detrimental to Everly, some sort of a way to undo what Jack and Everly did to make her into a shifter. Otherwise, why would they want it. Do you think that’s possible?” Grandma Genevieve was quiet for a moment as she thought about the possibility. “Yes, I believe so, but it would be a great stretch.”

Morgan to his cell, Angelic promised her dad that she would do everything to prove his innocence. The next day, William and Angelicp went back to Miss Eleonor Catwood's lab to see the result of her study about the candy. Miss Catwood was a pharmaceutical scientist who had been used to examining different types of medicines. She looked old at her age of 45 yet her brain was so clever that she was able to describe the candy by just looking at it. She said that it was not really a candy, it was formulated to kill human system particularly the internal organs including the major parts such as respiratory and nervous system. The candy was just a trick to cover the deadly particles.

Owen bakes in the brotherhood. Of course, he was the only one who knew that Gen could be reasonable. The others see her as a really dangerous existence. He just hope Gabriel won’t have nightmare for years cause of this incident. “This is not funny, Gini. Your friend could have killed us,” Betty glared at him, but the laughter in Ginika’s eyes seemed to be choking him, so he started coughing. “Serves you right,” Gen muttered and walked back into the dark shadowed area she had been, before Ginika and the others arrived.

Chapter 48 The Werewolf Realm While Erin reunited with Kate, Zaki, and Kira on the other side of the territory, Levi and Micha remained in their shared study—facing the Living Book. It floated above the table, its ancient golden letters swirling across its surface like flowing fire. "Dearest reader… let us begin," the book hummed, its voice echoing softly through the room. Levi and Micha sat down opposite each other, bracing themselves. Every session with the Living Book revealed something darker than the last.

I screamed into the comm. We plowed through a server rack, sending sparks flying. Ava yanked Liam back, yelling for Dominic to run. But Dominic remained frozen. Genesis did not battle for power. He was fighting to replace me. "I am not a glitch," he hissed. "I am the final version." I slammed my elbow into his ribs—it felt like metal. Not armor. Structure. He hit back once. My vision blurred. AVA

Something is amiss. Mortal senses can beest easily deceived, mine own mistress. A most wondrous evil was born from the purest. I was speechless because of what he said. That means the evil who turned Agamemnon was long gone. "Then why the demons?" I wrinkled when I asked him. Demons, by the name itself, are already evil. Sushi looked in another direction, I don't know why. Demons art just pawns and influence'd but nev'r taint'd. I am a goodyear, but not tainted. Beast like us is just a tool f'r the most wondrous evil.

And in that moment, the first Hunter was born. In the aftermath of the tearing, Allen Erickson didn't return to the football field. The golden boy of Asheville had been hollowed out, replaced by a vessel of cold, focused insanity. He spent his days in the charred husks of libraries and the hidden basements of occult bookstores, the ancient mage inside him guiding his hands toward manuscripts that would have driven a normal man to madness. He was studying, not for a degree, but for a genocide.

Slowly, I read through the information and with every line of words about him, my heart began to hammer loudly in my chest and my eyes pooped widely with every sentence and words I read. The headline of another gossip information read. ‘The eldest son of Rolando De Luca, Bratva of the Saints Clan, opened a huge security company just last week.’ I chewed on my lips even harder, reading and reading until I was able to gather as much information as I could. And as I turned off my phone, an idea popped into my head in the form of revenge. I swear, I would enjoy seeing him waver once he found out a hacker is trying to break into his company’s firewall.

“You’ve heard of him.” “Everyone has,” the boy said, then flushed. “I mean, not like… I don’t mean he’s a criminal. I just mean—” “That he’s mafia?” Matteo said. “It’s true… Don of the Antonov Bratva.” The boy swallowed and Matteo enjoyed his nervousness a little. “Are you scared?” he asked. The boy thought about it. “No. Just… surprised?.” “Good,” Matteo said. “Fear is boring.”