Novelas y relatos de Evil

"Ty said my eyes were red, my eyes turned red Chloe, they turned red just from killing that guy. That means I'm one of them." "Don't say that. You are not one of them and you need to stop beating yourself up, you only defended yourself." "You don't understand I don't feel guilty for killing that man that bastard tried to rape me. I feel guilty for drinking his blood, and guess what Chloe? I loved it, his blood was so good, I used to think the taste of blood bags Mr. Ross used to give me was the same as the taste of human blood, but it's not, it's so different. It's better, it makes me stronger." I don't know what to say to that because it looks like she's just saying what she's experienced.

Time to end this one way or another. ***

By 22, he had rebuilt the Voronin name into something even rival syndicates feared to speak aloud. Personality Emotionally unstable almost clinical in control A Strategic predator (always three steps ahead) Intensely territorial once interest is triggered Quiet dominance no wasted movement, no wasted words Violence is rare, but absolute when it happens! His obsession? KIRA! KIRA MOROZOVA’S P.O.V I don’t cry immediately which honestly should have been a first sign that I was losing my mind because normal people cry after getting kidnapped. Normal people cry after being informed that their entire future has been hijacked by a Russian psychopath with a superiority complex and a face carved by S

I set down the hand weights and walked to the bench-press. I loaded the amount of weight I wanted and laid flat on my back. Tuck stood close by as my spotter in case I needed help. I lifted the weight bar and closed my eyes so I could concentrate on my next set of reps, but all I could see were her big brown eyes. I sighed heavily as Tuck looked at me concerned. Her eyes looked pained as if they were calling out to me. They begged to be rescued but mostly they longed for understanding, love and affection. As I completed my last set of reps Tuck helped me return the weight bar to its resting place. I sat up and instantly felt regret for letting her go. I was an idiot for giving her the cold s

“How dare you accuse me of such baseless filth without concrete evidence!?” “And how dare you stand here and slander Daemonikai?!” Ottai roared, undeterred, “Knowing fully well that he could never, ever intentionally hurt Emeriel?!” “He hides behind righteousness, but in truth, he is nothing more than a sick, twisted, insane male!” Zaiper’s eyes flashed that of his beast, his pupils narrowing into yellow slits. “If there were an institution for the mad, he would be locked away in it for good!” Vladya saw red.

That's unforgivable! Jaime and Ivan flinches when the door of the last car slowly opened. Jobel Lopez stepped out of there on guard. But what fuel the anger of Jaime the most, is the pheromones that Jobel keeps emitting. His sight move to the person inside the car. It's Daveryl, he's unconscious. So that's how Jobel replaced his mark. He did it while Daveryl is unconscious. Jaime see red, red means blood. His anger turned hatred and his hatred leveled up. He.. Wants to kill.

she sneered. Her twisted words seemed to hang in the thick, musty air, lingering like a shadow that wouldn’t dissipate. They echoed softly, bouncing off the walls of the dimly lit room, filling the space with a dark, venomous promise. It was as if her voice itself carried the weight of her hatred, every syllable sharpened by her resentment. Loleng felt the power of her own spite surge within her, fueling her resolve. For years, she had harbored this bitter fire, allowing it to fester and grow, until vengeance became as much a part of her as her very blood. Now, her hatred had found a purpose, and she wouldn’t rest until it reached every corner of Carmela’s life.

tags)] LeekDontCry: [Returned +1! Not just the androids. I don't dare use any smart home products from Nightfall Corp. anymore. It's rotten from top to bottom! I support the victim's family in suing to the end! @Nightfall Corporation Official, how much longer are you going to shield this murderer employee? Fire Isolde Vancrest! Otherwise, lifelong boycott!]

As I got closer, the contents of the tanks became clear. They were wolves. Werewolves. In the first tank, a malformed creature with oversized claws and no skin floated in green liquid. In the next, a perfect human child with wolf ears, dead. In the third... I stopped. The face in the third tank was familiar. It was younger, softer, but unmistakable. It was Valerius. Or rather, a Valerius. "Subject V-748," Ben Carter read the plaque aloud, his voice devoid of emotion, purely analytical. "Defect: Aggression centers unstable. IQ below threshold. Disposition: Incinerated."

That's the least number I can imagine, they were way more than that. I'll count them once I'm done killing them all. I didn't stop, I didn't hide. I didn't flinch. I kill for fun, so I expect this to be just as fun. I stepped right into the middle of the chaos like a ghost from hell. They turned toward me-shocked, confused. And then-I lifted the AK again. BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAATTTTT!! I fired. No mercy. No hesitation. No emotion.