Evil Rick Novels & Stories

What does he mean by between us? "Rhyker and I were enemies more like competitors, every year there was a competition where they held who is the best prince of the world. I always ended up being the second while he was the first because of his smart brain and his preoccupation with his people, I wasn't like him and soon fell into the dark world which was dealing, murdering and human trafficking. I took an interest in human trafficking, it was more heartless and horrible for humanity." He's not human. Definitely.

Rick interrupted my thoughts. “They won't last long in my pack.” Surely, they would try to come after me again. And this time, with full force and I wouldn't see it coming—you know those things villains do when it's their last resort plan. They go harder—they acquire what they want mercilessly and I am ever ready for them. “What can I do?” Rick asked, “I mean, it could be anyone. Should I have all the maids and gammas questioned again—with the seer around?”

This is what Mike does: if there are some groups that dare to betray, then he will destroy them, and there will be no survivors. Mike never chooses not to hurt women or children. If a meta betrayed, then they deserved to die, no matter if it was a woman or a child. Mike also doesn't care if they don't know what his family members are doing because all he knows is that he has dared to challenge Mike, so he must also be willing to die because of their own carelessness. "Get him alive," Mike pleaded with his men, who were chasing the traitor. Mike was currently in a small, run-down house. The air vents were very small, and the room was quite dark. Out of the darkness came the sound of a small c

“I will—” “Young lady,” Ricky interrupted as he walked toward us, reloading his weapon. Blood was dripping steadily from one of his hands, as though a wolf had ripped a chunk of flesh clean off. “I am pretty sure whoever came here tonight came specifically to take you out of here.” He pointed the gun toward a rogue sprinting toward us and pulled the trigger without even looking. The rogue collapsed immediately. “So having you on the battlefield is the worst fucking idea right now.” “But I—”

He was probably doing that right now. The car was filled, there were four of us heading in. I tapped my fingers on the door handle as I counted down the minutes until we got there. I was nervous today and I knew exactly why. Rick, widely known as The Butcher, was sitting in the car next to me. He was our enforcer, the man my grandfather called when he needed something taken care of that required a certain amount of intimidation or force. Typically, one look at Rick and whoever it was we were threatening that day would capitulate.

a voice shouted across the car park to me, barely audible over the sound of my bike. “Hey there, Karma,” I replied once I shut the engine off. Erica ‘Karma’ Hart is my oldest friend, confidant and second in command. If there’s a problem, she’s my solution. If someone ends up on the wrong side of the Valkyrie, they’ll come face-to-face with Karma. I pulled my helmet off, letting my black curly hair down my back. Karma skipped towards me, smiling like a schoolgirl, and flung her arms around my neck. Sometimes she really did come across like a child in a ruthless killer’s body… but she was my closest friend for a reason, and she was great at what she does.

she whispered, licking his lips and whispering to her quietly, awaiting her reaction She smiled sarcastically as she thought he was her friend.. just fuck her.. "So you're a criminal too, have you come to gloat at us now?" She screamed to continue with hatred and hate while crying

A twisted and mad-looking grin spreads across the rogue’s face before he says the name that has us all rearing back. “Juniper.” Killian roars and lunges for the rogue’s neck, it takes all three of us to hold him back, as the rogue cackles in the most cliché evil villain way possible. “What do you need Juniper for?” I growl. “Now little Alpha King, that’s not any of your business.” He chuckles.

Red, raised scars covered this thing from its arms to it skeletal face. It appeared to be covered in oily brown rags, one small, wrinkled breast exposed. This was the woman in his dream. This was the demon living invisibly among the drifter, the death goddess willing his destruction. Tears welled in Abednego's eyes as he heaved and growled. When the light hit her face, she let out a shrill, high-pitched wail.

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male