Evil Husband Novels & Stories

It’s a mark to warn other wolves, and if the rumors are true, it also means that the moon goddess is upset with you. My tongue darts out to wet my lips. “I know you’re not the same person, but...that doesn’t stop me from trying to find pieces of him. I’m kind of hoping that you’re not entirely lost, Adrian. That you aren’t...” “Evil?” he helpfully suggests, and I avert my eyes from him before nodding. I don’t want to insult him, but it seems like I didn’t. He sighs before saying, “I am evil, and I’m not afraid of admitting that. I’ve done some terrible things, and I don’t want to mislead you into thinking I’m the same person I was back when you knew me. I’m not.”

"If you're capable of this monstrosity, what else have you done? Was Hector right about you? Did you infect him that time?" Eva's facade seemed to crumble, her expression shifting to one of malice. "Let's play your game, sister. What if I infected Hector? What if I murdered Milana? What happens now? Hector is fine now, and Milana... She's dead. Dead women tell no tales. Your bond with Dimitri might have deceived you into thinking you're important to him, but a bond can only get you so far." "Are you confessing?" I demanded. Eva snorted. "You're reaching, and I'm painting your picture perfectly. Let's continue. If I'm this big bad wolf as you believe, why am I committing these sins? For what

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.

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?"

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

I lean back and Keith rolls his eyes before getting up and walking away. Now, it’s just me and the silence in the room. Many thoughts raced through my mind. Sometimes I wish I had a normal life like Emily does. No enemies. No pressure. No bloodshed, which happens often. Even if I have Emily forgive me for my actions, I don’t think she would ever like me because of who I am. I am the devil and she is an angel. Sometimes I even hate myself for who I am today. Is it because of my dad? Or is it because of my wrong choice?