Evil Husband Novels & Stories

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

"His thirst for revenge became the only thing he lived for, and his evil side overwhelmed the good and took over his soul so much that he is now evil to the very core of his soul. "Because evil is powerful and fearful, this makes them more powerful and fearful too, but this scenario happens only rarely. Elliott is only the second that we know about in our history. He is now evil as evil dominates his soul and his heart is stone cold." Alisa gasped. That did not seem like the Elliott she knew.

I questioned. “Because I’ve seen it before.” His expression became grim. “The Evil God Organization uses it to mark their enemies and create a deadly explosion using the blood and wolf spirit of the target as a catalyst to trigger a dark curse.” “Self-destruction,” he explained. I looked back at the dead warriors. There was barely anything left of them now, just chunks of bone scattered across the floor. “Then one of these men was working for them?” I asked. “No,” Kingsley said.

He was staring at each Elder in the room. Whatever sick game he was playing at, I wanted no party of it. I turned on my heels and raced out of the meeting hall. I didn't dare to stop until I was in the confine of my home. I clicked the lock in place, heaving heavily to warm my breaths. Alpha Zevansh has always been rumored to be the devil’s incarnate. Heck, he had shown me just how ruthless he could be during our short encounters. But to slowly snuff the life out of a woman was the highest form of torture I could think of.

Suddenly, a voice echoed through the surroundings, deep and loaded with malice. He was the leader of that territory, revealing himself before us. His name was Valarok, a sinister being who fed on the energy of the disease, becoming increasingly powerful. "You are foolish to believe that you can challenge my supremacy!" Roared Valarok, his eyes shining with an evil fire. I looked at Randall and saw the determination in his eyes. He positioned himself between me and the villain, ready to face the battle.

He laughed maniacally. He's not just a monster and a beast. He is an evil. An evildoer. An evil that loves to taste the pleasure in blood lust. To see a murder. To kill and to destroy anyone's life. They say that evildoers achieve nothing but nothing. But in this situation, it might actually turn upside down. Raising the flag of his hellish self. A murderer.

He slowly knelt on the floor and grabbed both of her hands, she visibly flinched, “Please believe in every word that would come out of my mouth.” Olivia scrunched her brows and unconsciously bit her lip, “Go on.” Smiling, Lucius finally popped the truth. “I am a King from Hell. I have had help from both Emily and Victoria Davis to find for the woman that was destined for me and written in the scroll of prophecy. I need you, Olivia. My immortality is fading and I needed to marry the woman written in the scroll to retrieve my full immortality. I’m sure you noticed that you felt cold whenever our skin touch, it’s a sign. And now that I found you and you’re mine… we can go back to hell and marry

I know he wants to lurched an attack but I pinned his hand down, motioning that it’s not the right time. “Well, what do you want us to do? Sit back then relax, and watch you all escape from our sight?” he laughed. “No.” he exclaimed afterwards. Words can not express how my blood is heating right now in choler. Auger stood there with pride while his eyes are wandering around the whole zone. There was no hint of censurable in those satanic eyes he has. It doesn’t matter to him to see countless of bodies lying. He’s a monster… He proceeded to take a step forward. I screamed when he step on Harry’s back, taking his time on the top, before proceeding.

I looked at him, still feeling as if something was wrong, "What's up with you?" "Fucking rogue jaguars, man! They have absolutely no self-control." I raised an eyebrow inviting him to continue. "I had to rip one of those horny bastards off of some poor guy. He had him pinned down in an alley. The whole place smelled of fear and arousal. I think I got there just in time, too. Any longer and the cat would have probably been mid-deed." "Shit. Was the guy okay?"