Evil Rey Novels & Stories

” Evander told Anubis and Wepwawet. “What else can she do?” Reilly asked anyone who would answer. Reilly was trying to keep himself calm. Reilly knew of the prophecies he read many books about the wolf they call Rana. Reilly didn’t think any of it was real, not this kind of real anyway. Reilly was also remembering something about being immortal. Reilly was realizing he was marked and mated to the most powerful deity of the Supernaturals. But why?

Their vacant expressions had been replaced by genuine terror, but it was too late for them to escape the fate that Evangeline had orchestrated. "He's not just feeding," Iris realized, her voice carrying the horror of someone who had finally understood the true scope of the tragedy. "He's enjoying it. The hunt, the kill, the absolute power over mortal life. She's not just broken his restraint; she's awakened something that was always there."

The door began to swing open, revealing the man who stood on the other side. Mason Sylvester. Her fated mate. Her husband. Her murderer. Her heart raced, pounding so hard she was sure he would hear it. Every instinct screamed at her to run, to attack, to do something. But she forced herself to stand still, to keep her face neutral, to breathe.

I wanted her to live and answer to everything she had said and done to me. Reynold made a mocking sad face, puckering his lips and bringing his eyebrows together. “Aw. Are you sad? You haven't even seen half of what I'm capable of, Rayne.” He dropped the expression, revealing nothing but cold evil. “No one is coming to save you or your mother.” I turned to Sloane, who for some reason couldn't look me in the eye. She turned her gaze elsewhere, on a forgotten spot on the opposite wall. Her mouth had been pressed into a thin, serious line.

My mouth hung open in shock as she let go of the door slamming it behind her and with careful strides she made her way to my bed. “I see nature did a good job, punishing you on my behalf” she said looking at me from head to toe immediately she got to my bed. I stared at her speechlessly, did she really just say that to my face?! Everyday she gives me reason to confirm that I underestimated how evil she can get? Nature did a good job?! My hands balled into a fist as I stared at her face, Damon gently placed his hands on mine trying to calm me down.

The Devourer, though momentarily stunned, roared back, its red eyes burning with renewed fury. The chaotic energy within Evie sputtered, nearly depleted. The staff trembled in her hand, a constant reminder of the tenuous hold she had on this volatile power. She looked at Liam and Xal'dar, their faces a mix of hope and fear. It was all or nothing. With a final, desperate cry, Evie poured the last vestiges of her energy into the beam. It surged forward, brighter and more potent than before, a last stand against the Devourer's overwhelming presence.

Gutierrez, and he had driven there. "Gael is not well at all. He was arguing with Asgard, something that happens very rarely, seldom. His reaction was to be expected." "We haven't done anything. You shouldn't call me." "Ah, no? Then, if so, it means that our deal is broken, and I will have to make other alliances to keep my hands clean, but I don't think that suits you; you know what will happen to you if I expose you." Raymond was furious, but not with that female, but with himself, for having made deals with the devil's wife, taking advantage of the bizarre opportunity that she also wanted to see that demon fail."

She licked her chapped lips, she had been drained of blood in those seconds that her heart was finally pumping new ones and circulating it through her. Her legs felt like jellies and she almost crawled to the bed and sat down on it, she placed her hand on her chest one more time and closed her eyes, God, I’m alive, I am really alive, she thought as she covered her mouth with her hand as tears blurred her vision. Her father was the scariest men she had ever seen and she hated seeing him angry but this man, the man she just saw? She would gladly watch her father angry a million times than have another scene with that monster. It was as if his eyes were an empty vacuum, no, bottomless pit of he

To fall for any schemes Formed by the immortals He knew that soon the gates of the portals Would close on the last ever Halloween The dead would remain lost And the earth would finally bear the consequences of his wrath It’ll be a bloodbath When the decease will rise Claiming whatever the livings had baptized To belong to them And no qualms heaven or earth could stop this rain of abhorrence Till of course, The paths were closed by the only one Son of Cain Whose heart is changed But no play could do that For a changed heart came with no small pay Was this the chance to save the enduring earth and its people? Could she journey the course and be a hopeful ray? Deadly Love Ink splattered sky tur

"Eva, whatever woke up inside Grace—it's not rational. Not moral. Not safe." "I can hear you," Grace said. "I can hear everything. Every thought. Every fear. Every desperate plan forming in your primitive minds." She smiled. "You're thinking about killing me. All of you. Wondering if you attack simultaneously, maybe one of you gets lucky. Maybe one of you ends the threat." "We're not—" Reaper started. "You are." Grace gestured. Reaper flew backward, pinned against wall by invisible force. "You're terrified. All of you. Because you finally understand what I am. What I've always been. What Eva created when she got pregnant while carrying quantum signatures of hundreds of thousands of people."