Evil Mc Novels & Stories

But there was something else, something dark, lurking beneath the surface. As she contemplated her situation, a chilling thought crossed her mind. What if Elvie, their pack member and a witness to their recent actions, began to regain her memory? Elvie had been there from the beginning, a silent observer of their treacherous journey to power. A shiver ran down Carla's spine as she considered the threat Elvie might pose if she were to remember the sinister details of their rise to authority.

Writer's POV “Vikram,” Emilio muttered under his breath, his fangs glinting as he clenched his jaw. “You’ll pay for this.” Earlier, Emilio had returned home to find his parents dead. The gruesome scene was seared into his memory—the lifeless bodies, the blood pooled on the floor, and the hollow silence that followed. But now, as a vampire, his senses were sharper. He could smell Vikram’s scent lingering in the air that night. And Donald Dale’s name had surfaced in whispers among those who thrived in the shadows. Together, they had orchestrated the massacre.

Imelda's eyes twitched visibly, her intersex body reacting instantly—her dick hardening under her clothes at Eli's mocking tone, the defiance in his voice like a direct challenge. Zeke caught the shift, his own instincts kicking in; he knew Eli had a way of riling up dominants, turning them on without even trying. Eli was a switch through and through, but his rebellious energy was a magnet for sadists. Tamar and Damien were too lost in their laughter to notice the tension thickening in the air, but Zeke's gaze locked on Imelda as she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "He's going to rile me to death, Zeke," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and frustration.

How did he know when I don't? "Don't be surprised. I know everything after all I am the sitting sourde de san. I know everything that goes on here. Nothing happens without my consent. If you don't come of as desperate maybe......just maybe she would put a name on whatever is going on. It will be more than a sneaky sex or maybe you are just another rebound", Seb takes a step forward and I stand infront of Davil and Aiden did the same, we stare deep into each other's eyes. Both of wanting to strangle one another "Take a step and you will realize why I am called the evil premonition- Vahemir"

Having said that she picked up the bolw and went to her, Kate questioned this time. "Who is " David Wastle was inserted by Kate as Ema was already sitting down and holding it down. Ema was punched in the middle, she inquired in confession. "Do you recognise him, David Wastle asked the girl. Kate confessed and asked. Her best friend said in a whisper, "Ssshhh, don't say anything "He is a demon, and even the thought of him fear everyone, young lady. David Wastle is a disciple of sin and the devil who was brought up in an Italian Mafia household Don himself girl. He dominate Hawkins this whole freaking city with his power he is Heartless He has slain people and taken innocent lives; he is a mon

And Evan laughed out at this as they entered the room filled with sick scent of blood, sweat and piss. “Mama Mia! No. Finally, I got my compagno back. Finally…” Evan cheered before throwing the gun at Viso who caught it in his hand before looking at the ugly vulture tied to the chair, beaten up nastily. “I thought my compagno would lose this game, his temptation would suppress his Bonkerhood.” Evan grinned while looking at the victim's fearful eyes who was seeing the Bonkers. He knew his ultimate death was standing in front of him.

I motioned my hand, gesturing the place that it’s about to disintegrate. Dr. Mend gritted his teeth, narrowing his eyes into slits. “Your day will come, Ethan! Your sins will get you! Your fucking ideology will crumble into pieces, and you taste the sweet flavor of karma-” I sliced him, and took out the central part of his body. He instantly kick off the bucket, his head hanging like a puppet that’s not being controlled. I snort then went drop his body on the floor. I inspect the surroundings, realizing that I did make a mess here. I sighed, tediously, before digging up a hole that would cover the crime scene.

Just far enough from Ottawa that it was isolated from the city but close enough to make the trip to fulfill one’s desire. But I knew that he, the sick, murderous asshole, was not from Ottawa. No, he was like my mom and me and knew our secret. He lived deep in the forest where humans did not go. But close enough to come here regularly, to get his fix—his fix being my mom. Yes, all the women here wanted regular clients, but he was not like other regulars. He had evil eyes, irises so dark that they were indistinguishable from the pupil. He was sadistic. He regularly left injuries on my mom. And while the brothel banned bad clients, for reasons that eluded me, my mom would never report him and a

"I should praise you for acting too well and being very smart." Selina didn't know what the man was talking about, but she was so calm that she said it didn't seem like anything was going on. “Do you want to go out?” Robert Evans is a serial killer. He tricks and kills a lot of girls. Every time he killed, Robert Evans dismembered his body in so many ways. Robert Evans is a brilliant, caring man. He always knew how to hide in this city. He thought he was being approached by Selina when he didn't pay attention and denounced him, so he brought the Police here.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.