Evil Lair Novels & Stories

Liora felt a tightness in her chest, but she stood her ground. "That coldness is merely the shadow of death I bring for all of you, Valerius." The fire alarm blared abruptly. Chaos erupted in the hall. Amidst the panic, Mavric and Liora slipped through a service door leading down into the villa's basement. There, they found ancient stone steps descending into hidden Roman catacombs beneath the building. "This is no ordinary lab. It is an ancient temple they repurposed," Liora whispered as she saw symbols of black roses carved into the stone walls.

Blinded by the absolute silence of Lyra’s frequency projected through the building’s antenna, they began to collide with each other in mid-air. "Now!" Lyra grabbed Valerius’s hand. They ran. They didn't take the elevator—a death trap—but the service chute Lyra had prepared months ago for an escape route she had hoped never to use. Lyra led him toward a nondescript, armored transport vehicle—a "Ghost-Van" designed to be invisible to Imperial scans. Valerius stopped at the door, his ears twitching. He turned back toward the elevator shaft. "What is it?" Lyra whispered urgently.

To my knowledge, these tunnels were used as an escape option if the werewolves of this Kingdom were threatened either by humans, witches, or foreign werewolves from across the seas. Turning to my right, I let my hand follow along the right wall. Keeping to this side of the wall, I traipse until I feel the small stone protruding slightly from the wall. I press and wait as a latch opens and two pairs of churning grey eyes lock with mines. "Password." "Go fuck yourself, Jacob," I say to him. "Hmm, sorry stranger that ain't it." He goes to close the latch but I stop him. "Open the door before I tell Malcolm and he kicks your ass for leaving me out here. It cold and my tits are freezing."

Then, Verus' eyes narrowed as he amended, "But not before we kill Titus." "Agreed," I replied, nodding. I knew if we didn't, he'd try creating shape shifting vamps again. "Let's go." Staying in the shadows, we ran down the alley to the end, where we could see the metal citadel gleaming in the moonlight, knowing it would be blinding to passersby in the daylight. At the end of the alley, we slid against the wall, melding into the shadows. Verus eyed me, wondering what I was up to.

Rhysher thinks. Meanwhile in the Howling Valley " Ultima!" one of her lead warrior wolves was rushing unto her. He's looking like he has some bad news to say. Gaia rose from her throne seat with furrowed brows. " What is it?" she asked. " One of our packs has been raided!" " raided?" " yeah..." " who's the intruder?" " base on the warrior's suit...they were from the Lycan Blood!" " Lycan blood?" Gaia muttered with gritted teeth, of course, she knows the Lycan Blood.

After I returned home from traveling abroad, I found that our housekeeper had sued my husband and me. In court, she cradled her protruding belly and said with heart-wrenching anguish, "Gary and his wife are absolute scum! Under the guise of hiring a housekeeper, they lured me into their home, tied me to a bed, and abused me. "The child I'm carrying is Gary's!" Her mother, meanwhile, was sobbing uncontrollably. "Those two monsters have ruined my daughter's life. They deserve the death penalty!" No sooner had she spoken than a chorus of curses against my husband and me erupted from the gallery. "That scum is utterly brazen. He didn't even show up for the hearing! He must be punished sever

Liliana, once again, cut him off, and folded her arms. “So what are you going to do? Just continue to let them use you to achieve all their evil deeds?” Estan asked. Liliana averted her gaze, his eyes seemed too convincing. “Let me go, now, Liliana.” Estan's desperate voice rang still. … “How did you learn of this place?” Ivorie asked in surprise as she tried to adjust her posture in the extremely small tunnel she was cocooned into with Eva. “I sneak around the castle a lot.” Eva replied sheepishly. Ivorie shook her head with a smile.

Jade's POV The air in the subterranean core of the Cavallo Estate didn't smell like the rest of the house. Upstairs, it was the scent of expensive floor wax and old secrets; down here, it was the smell of ozone, chilled coolant, and the low, constant thrum of pure, unadulterated power. This was the "Vault of Sin"—the physical birthplace of the Weaver.

Chapter 17: Echoes in the Labyrinth The cavern entrance seemed to shrink behind them as Evie and Liam followed the hulking guardian deeper into the labyrinth. The blue light emanating from the Wellspring faded, replaced by the familiar bioluminescent glow of the fungi clinging to the cavern walls. A sense of unease settled in Evie's stomach. They were venturing further into the heart of Aethel than anyone had ever dared before, relying on a creature whose loyalties remained a mystery.

Elias said, "we can open the Manor’s central vault from the security sub-station before Liora even knows we’re inside the building." We moved quickly through the dark catacombs. The air was cold and smelled of mud and old stone, but it was clean. For forty minutes, we walked in near-silence, the shared weight of our history hanging heavy between us. Every step brought us closer to the heart of the Voss empire, the grand estate where Elias had grown up, and where the orders that ruined my life had been drafted. Finally, the brick tunnel terminated at a heavy iron ladder leading up to a circular metal hatch.