Evil Husband Novels & Stories

Humanitas erit sacrificium si non sanguinis humani aestus avertere. He points to the section with the word Geminis. I read it out loud, “For destiny and The Creator cannot change that which is meant to be. Gemini shall be divided. One of death and destruction. The Devil shall lose his love, and humanity shall be lost. Only humanity shall be a sacrifice, if it were not in the blood of humanity, to turn the tide.” My throat clogs, and my voice stutters at the mention of the devil losing his love. Fallon places his hand on my shoulder as if to keep me grounded.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

His hands moved to caress Madeline’s face. “You know, I'm really evil. I'm talking about killing the father of the woman I love. I'm so, so bad and even right now, I crave to murder someone. Perhaps I'll look for the body of that bitch and tear till my satisfaction. So evil.” “You're not evil, Elias. You only did what you thought was right. You're not evil. You love me and you came to my rescue. You're not evil.” “You wouldn't know.”

Daniel asked, "How did you escape?" "I told Zelik a story which killed him." Vala told him, walking slowly towards them, her chains which had loosen itself from her wrist, rattles on the floor. "Once, there lived a powerful evil sorcerer who wanted to rule, this sorcerer has two best friends who are like him. One day, this sorcerer decided to kill his two best friends and take their powers away from them, but what he didn't know was that, his two best friends knows his plans and were ready, when he casted the net on them, the two best friends outsmarted the sorcerer, they lifted the net up and flew away." she added as she passed Daniel and went over to where Zelik dead body lay, raising one

"Seriously? Are you seeking justice here… for an evil man?" Emily scoffed, and the class erupted into mocking laughter. I clenched my jaw. Whenever I heard this story, I always felt curious about it. Killian Bloodthorne was undoubtedly a vicious man, but I didn’t like Viv Ironvale either. Just because he was a lycan and was on our side, he escaped the consequences of all the evil things he had done. In my opinion, he was just as evil as Killian Bloodthorne, he simply managed to escape the blame. But it seemed I was the only one who thought this way. Now I regreted asking that question.

“And Kira dear, it is not polite to call your uncle or your dead grandmother evil. They have their flaws, but evil is a very strong word to use!” “What would you call a person who backstabs their brother, kills him to steal his just few weeks old baby? Or the person who slaps their grand daughter, strips her in front of others and snatches everything that she owns and burns them, on their first meeting?” Kira asked in an amused way. “Evil sounds about right for my sister,” Sharia muttered under her breath. “And whatever maybe the circumstances, what do you call the man who killed your father?” Kira demanded as she noticed how Sharia talked only about Maria and not Adam.

He lived on the opposite side of the aisle, and I wasn’t sure we would ever meet in the middle. “There is good and evil, no matter how much you deny it. You are evil, and that’s why you are defending yourself.” “I was born evil, and I know that. I can’t tell you how many pets I killed—including the ones belonging to neighbours. I killed when I was very young and I don’t feel anything about it. But I kill people who deserve it. I have never killed anyone who didn’t deserve to die. Some people have never killed people but do heinous things. Who is worse?”

Our chests brush, and a rugged breath leaves my lips to fan his. “Look at me, Eve. You don’t deserve this… hell, no woman deserves this. That man, Killian—he’s a monster. A fucking psychopath. Do you even know what people call him? The Devil. He… he’s said to have killed his own mate. And not just that… he paraded her dead corpse in front of the entire city.” My heart thumps to a stop, and my throat goes dry. I killed my mate… I killed her by shooting a bullet right into her betraying heart.

I was too angry to face such a kind soul. Valefar was evil. I had known that all my life. No-one pretended he was anything other than a vile, vicious, villain. I had seen him destroy human lives and break the souls of brilliant werewolves. I had seen him take his anger out on imps and kill creatures for the fun of it.

The smell of rotting flesh and vomit welled up as a dark figure began to climb up over the two females. Isabella shut her eyes a moment as light surrounded her protecting her at the same time. She saw a vision of an ancient forgotten race of men who were much taller and very evil. They had reddish hair and long skulls. Their eyes were dark and filled with malice. All at once she understood everything they had done and who they were today. The knowledge that was hidden on purpose by them flooded into Isabella all at once from deep within her mind. She opened her eyes. “So, you chose the smallest and weakest among us as your prey. You raped them. You killed them. You ate them. You are filth. Y