Evil Lord Novels & Stories

Emorie glanced at me, “Okay now you’re starting to scare me. You really know nothing about our world, did you? Cormac Graves? As in Prince Cormac Graves?” “So he’s a prince?” “Not just any prince.” She corrected, “He’s the Lycan prince of the realm. King Killian’s son.” Oh! “Yeah,” She said, taking in my expression, “He’s royalty, but we all call him the devil prince, or in other words, Chaos.” Chaos. I tested the word on my tongue. “Why Chaos?” “Because he’s like... the God of destruction.” Emorie waved her hands all over the place, “I don’t even know how to put it, but he’s… intense.”

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

Aradan crept on all fours like a bewildered beast, and he was blind and ill from the terror. As the blade was drawn, it sounded. 'Do what you want, evils; but if it's possible, I'll stop you.’ Said Charlotte. But a gigantic Lycan standing in the distance. “The evils will fade away, and people will be terrified to approach them. Evils are situations in your life that are incongruent. Afflictions that have followed you around like a shadow are known as evils. Anything that isn't part of your natural destiny is evil. Evil loads, demonic attachments, and superfluous luggage are all examples of evils…” she said as she rose.

Perhaps it was the conviction in which I spoke, but I suppose it was more to do with my sudden turn from pained girl to angered woman. “I didn’t have a choice. I am nothing more than a solider in evils army. Where he beckons, I must go.” He stood back, drawing himself to his full towering height. He became even more imposing standing over me. More dangerous if that was at all possible. “Your master?” “Yes, my master.” “Who is this great master that asks so much of you?” “He doesn’t have a name. Yet he is known by many. Some call him Hades, whilst others call him the devil. He is pure evil incarnate. The creator of the underworld. King of hell. And he will stop at nothing to get his desire.”

do you know where I'm going? -No ... you wouldn't find them- says the man with a broken voice. Azael laughs again. -Don't you know who I am? The man shakes his head. Azael takes a few seconds to respond. A malicious smile forms on his face before he does so. -I'm Azael Volkov. Dutson's son. I feel the man's face go completely pale. We all watch the scene in silence, no one dares to speak. - That mafia is dead ...- he says in just a whisper.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

Two World The world was divided into two it was the world of human and the world of the immortals. Ambrogio is the name given to the world of the immortals. Ambrogio is divided into four territories and these are, 'Vlademort' territory of vampires, 'Wulf Mensis' territory of wolves, 'Deitas' kingdom of gods and goddesses, Maguš territory of witches or wizards. And the last is Orphan this is the kingdom under the earth.

They glowed in the dark, but a menacing, monstrous glow that a vile creature possesses. "You think 'cause you got the jump on me last night in that attic that I'm wrapped around your little finger, now?" he said lowly, the vibrations in his voice weaved in with the growl emanating from his chest. "Your gods and spirits don't give a fuck 'bout none of y'all - you're just their little plaything. Erzulie just wanted to get off on me fucking you. You ask for her help again and all you gonna hear are crickets."

The loud unknown voice yelled impatiently. Vicoliz slowly walked towards the Spear and was about to place his hands on it but halted. "What am I doing? Vicoliz you are not evil. I am not evil. I can never be evil all in the name of power. This is greed" He yelled. Suddenly a copy of himself dressed in black appeared at his left hand side and spoke "Take it Vicoliz. If you want to be Action god, accept to be evil, grab this once in a lifetime opportunity and grab this spear. Being evil is what is best"

it kept on yelling at Abednego. "The game is now, to bring him down, the time is ripe for Igodo forest, yes, for the entire evil forest to drink his blood," the things thundered as it crunched down on the head of Matendechere and chewed, laughed and cried as it devoured her flesh from slit area. Licking the blood that was dropping from the head. Abednego's mind, body, soul weren't prepared for this moment. The thing pulled bowels out from the lifeless body of Matendechere. Abednego's world… shattered and crumbled right before his very eyes.