Evil Lair Novels & Stories

she muttered as she increased the speed. In exactly thirty minutes Eva arrived at the undercover building which they used as the headquarter of the LOVA GROUP. To the public it was just a skill acquisition center where you can learn any skill you want and there is a world class gym for people to register. But underneath the building was the headquarters of the most dangerous mafia group in the world, and the only way for someone to get inside was through the inside of the building. But there is a high tech device that identifies people and accesses people before you can pass through the door and the only two people that use the door frequently are Lucius and Eva.

It made the place look as if it was untouched and unlived for years, but I knew better. Liga stomped twice and then raked his claws in a half circle across the wooden floor. For a moment, nothing happened. Just when he was about to repeat the ritual, green light flared to life, pulsing with unnatural energy and the walls began to expand and twist until the ruined shak became a large cavernous den. The witch’s lair. My eyes scanned the cluttered space, taking in the old books scattered everywhere, with human skulls and bones and various vials and bottles until they landed on Ivanka.

He pulled her flush against his chest, his skin absorbing the violet lightning that was trying to incinerate her. ​As the two powers collided, the celestial heat of the Star and the ancient stability of the Ground, a vision exploded in Elara’s mind. ​She wasn't in the library anymore. She was in a dark, underground cavern. In the center was a throne made of bones, and sitting on it was Valerius. But he looked different. His skin was translucent, his eyes were pits of absolute black, and standing behind him was a woman in a veil of smoke. ​"Soon, my King," the woman whispered, her voice like a thousand snakes. "The traitor has already opened the back gate. Tonight, we feast on the Star."

George admitted, "but not impossible. We have to make sure that it is somewhere that he can't reach you." "I'm so scared," Elora murmured. "I know," George repeated quietly. "It's okay to be scared. But you are not alone. We're in this together." "Let's start with somewhere we can go. Somewhere that is not associated with him." "How about the old cabin?" Maya asked. "It is on the outskirts of town. It's simple, but it is safe. I know the way." "The cabin?" Elora questioned. "Yes," Maya said. "The cabin. It is in the middle of the woods. Remote. Hard to find. It is owned by my family."

Pots and dishes shattered into pieces, and chairs and tables were overturned, leaving the place in complete disarray. Mayor Kingsley’s eyes were wide with anger, his voice full of menace. “Frank, you’d better give me an explanation. My son’s death won’t go unanswered!” Dad collapsed to his knees, trembling as he repeatedly bowed, his forehead quickly turning red and swollen. “Mayor Kingsley, it was that wretched Eve who caused all this. She’s already dead. I even fed her body to the pigs. Please, have mercy on me.” Mayor Kingsley sneered. “And you think that’s enough?”

Metal clicked softly, and the ground shifted beneath them a circular platform descending into darkness. Adanna drew her weapon. “You could’ve warned me before stepping on a secret elevator.” He smiled faintly. “I like surprises.” “You like control,” she countered. He didn’t deny it. The platform stopped with a hiss, opening into a cavern lined with flickering blue lights. Giant data towers pulsed like heartbeats, each connected by streams of luminous fiber. It was beautiful in a terrifying way like standing inside the veins of a machine. “The Echelon Vault,” Victor murmured. “It’s still alive.”

And then I saw it— I mean, really saw it. The trees. They were standing tall looking green and vibrant. Those were the same trees that had stayed dry and lifeless for the last four years. They hadn’t been like this since… Since Elira. I lifted my eyes and then I saw it. A faint glow above her. A symbol. A stain I had long erased from my memory, one I thought would never come back. It was the same mark that had glowed over Elira as she drew in her last breath. A red dragon with a half moon tail.

Cassian Vale is still visible through the glass corridor. Julian Vale’s voice lowers. “Eva Monroe has to decide whether Cassian Vale built a cage…” “…or a shield that started cutting in too deep.” Later. Eva is alone again in the archive room. The system is still open. This time Eva doesn’t hesitate scrolling. She already knows where to look, hidden beneath three layers of encryption. Barely visible unless you know the pattern. CLAUSE 9B Eva reaches out. Finger hovering just above the activation field.

It was a mix of multiple scents and at each inhale a new mix of scents came in. “Eva allow me to introduce you. This is Alpha Johannes Hunter, he is the Alpha of the Red Moon Pack.” Alexandrov spoke out as Alpha Carter walked up to Eva and outstretched his hand. Alpha Hunter waited for Eva to grasp his hand but Eva didn’t. “My Apologies, Eva is blind” Alexandrov added. Alpha hunter understood and simply pulled Eva into a hug. Eva inhaled his scent and stored it in memory. “This here is Alpha Donovan Carter, he is the Alpha of The Snowflower PAck”

A bunch of assorted boards and beams rested against the wall in the corner between the boiler and the left wall. In the kitchen that still hadn’t been renovated, Brandon Price faced the wingman’s handheld cam to say they were about to investigate the basement, where rumor had it an evil entity was lurking, that wasn’t there for their previous investigation. He would go down ahead of the others, all by himself, to see if he was able to make contact with said entity, which he suspected to be of a demonic nature. “The brave dear leader,” I grunted. “Purposely.” “You mean he came already planning to get rid of his attachment here?”