Evil Rey Novels & Stories

They weren't moving to help her, no, their eyes gleamed with cruel amusement, like wolves circling a deer that had just bitten one of them. "Enough," Orion's voice was a razor. But his beast didn't agree, his nails had already lengthened into claws, gouging lines into the wood of his throne as every instinct screamed to rip Iver apart. He had not missed the way the General's hand had touched what was his and in front of the council. Rey's gaze darted toward him, not in fear, but in a strange, unreadable challenge. Iver rose to his feet slowly, towering over her. The cut on his temple had already begun to knit together, but his eyes... his eyes promised violence.

Psyche pulled me and Psyche also pulled Kylo so I also pulled erah but erah just removed my hand that was holding him. "Erah! wake up! think you'll die here if you keep doing that because we don't know what's going on with that demon!" I was angry when I told him that I was in front of him and I even shook him to wake up to the truth. But I suddenly felt sad when he cried in front of me, I could feel his anxiety, anger and sadness that I experienced when I lost my grandfather. "R-rey is dead v-because of him! R-rey is dead!" she said again and again now while crying while she pushed me.

Rayne's POV The tears welled up in my eyes as I continued running. I heard them struggle, and a blast stopped me in my tracks. “Oh no,” I murmured as I turned to look from a distance. Elvis was on his knees, and the leader was pointing a gun at him. I couldn't run as I knew Elvis' life was on the line. I didn't care what promise he made to my father, but I wasn't going to watch him die. “Kill him,” I heard the leader say, and my whole body grew tense.

Her energy was concentrated in her hands, ready to deliver a perfect slap to the guy. "Because I know you haven't forgotten about me, have you? Including...," Roy closed the distance, getting closer, not caring that he was the center of attention. "...my touch, right?" "YOU BASTARD!!!"

It’s amazing how he can make it look real when, in reality, I am in New York, under his club named Aurora. “What’s that? Wanna say something?” On another screen, Rylee, Cali’s assistant, is rounding a metal chair where Egor, Zakharov’s second in command, sits in a rather compromised situation. Her voice, teasing and menacing, whilst she flashed him a sweet smile. His fingernails detached from his body, a hole present on all joints… a gruesome sight that will surely push me on a liquid diet for weeks.

It only bought her ten seconds, but that was enough for Mira to get away. Fury boiled over inside me, and I slapped Cody.

Ivar asked, his expression wary. "I need your help. I no longer want to be the man I was. I want to be honest with you. I have not been a good man. I've been selfish, cruel, and arrogant. There is no reason you should trust me or want to follow me. But…" he met each of their gazes with his own. "You are the only family I have and I do not want any further harm to come to you. If we can help each other, maybe we have a chance to escape the destruction that is headed our way."

Alpha Clayton Blackridge I have seen and done a lot in my life, including killing my own father, but the way these people were mutilated was something else. Whoever ordered and did this was seriously messed up, I draw the line at children. I mean I try not to harm females but I will if the time requires it. Enyo has been quiet as we work to make the Pyre for the fallen, the two children look haunted by the whole situation and I don’t blame them.

She couldn’t deny how his muscular body and pure masculine magnetism drew her to him. If he regained movement she’d die. She knew that and he probably wished he could get his hands on her. She glanced across the room to stare at the cracked and peeling white paint that ran the length of the room on the floor by the door. The staff called it the kill line. All test subjects were shackled by each limb. Though they were strong enough to break chains occasionally, none had ever broken all four at once. They only needed one free limb to kill. She sat inside the kill zone with an enraged, huge male whose two arms were chained but they weren’t connected to anything anymore. That realization made he

Ray smiled brightly as he mocked the Dark God. With his confidence restored his Spiritual Pressure was unleashed and it joined his Fire Energy. Together the two merged to create Ray’s second Emperor Lease as a huge fiery apparition was born. This apparition wore no armor, only wielding a giant claymore. The claymore’s hilt was made of fire, but its blade was made out of lava. With mockery dominating his expression, Ray cackled and swore for the first time in a long while. “Ignis Dei Iram” “Let’s dance, asshole”