Evil Rings Novels & Stories

“ Of course! We can perform the revival ritual.” “ Emily, We will join hands together and form a loop. Then we will project our powers to Eva. I will make Eva wear the Alexart ring which will help her absorb our power. Remember to control the flow of your power, If you let it flow out of your body for more than two seconds you will be drained,” Erick explained. I felt Erick slip the Alexart ring onto my finger. Erick’s large palms held my right hand while Emily’s smooth and soft hand grasped my left.

I was the only one still looking like I wanted to scream. “Everyone here came the same way you did,” Nova whispered beside me. “We all fell. We all woke up. Some call it hell. I call it the Game.” “Why are we even here?” I hissed. Before He could answer, that same cold robotic voice filled the air again. “Welcome, participants, to Erevos System – Zone 1 . This is your new reality. You have been selected based on your choices, sins, and survival potential.” I felt my stomach churn.

“Go public. Blow the whistle to the elders, the whole damn supernatural world. Your father couldn’t have that. So he sent his man that night. Quick. Clean. Or so he thought. But I was there, visiting my sister, hiding in the shadows when it went down. I recorded it all on my phone. Every shot. Every plea. Every confession he whispered to make sure the job was done.” Her eyes gleamed in the dim light. “That tape isn’t just evidence of murder, Sage. It’s the key to his empire crumbling. And now… it’s mine to burn. Or yours to take. But ask yourself—do you really want Eve knowing her parents died because your father was a crook? That you’re the son of the monster who stole her world?” I stared

"And they'll have better encryption next time." "Then we'll get better at breaking it," Elara said, looking at the diverse crowd of the League. "We aren't just players anymore. We’re the Sentinels of the Source." She looked at the Rink, where the first "Glitched" wedding was still scheduled for the following night. The Purists wanted a world of silence and order, but the Sovereign Valley was going to give them music, chaos, and a game that never ended.

Whatever the Restored were—whatever Echelon had unleashed—they were spreading fast, assimilating cities in hours, silencing neural nets in minutes. “We can’t keep running,” Myles murmured, sweat streaking his dust-covered face. “I’m not running,” Evryn said, voice low. “I’m looking.” “For what?” Evryn’s hand closed around the broken Genesis emblem she’d taken from the Vault, the edges scorched by her strike. “The Inverted Flame.” Myles frowned. “You really think it’s real? A whisper from Elaia’s ghost?”

“She broke it. With the help of someone from her mother’s clan. There was a ritual—ancient, yes, dangerous, yes. But she did it. She cut the tether before it could root deeper. And then she faked her pain to manipulate Kaelion right back.” For a moment, all Darian could do was stare at the unconscious woman lying on the bed. She wasn’t just powerful. She was cunning. He exhaled once. Sharp. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” “I needed to be sure you were who you claimed to be,” Marlyn replied, eyes narrowed. “I’ve seen too many kings wear crowns forged by deceit.” Darian nodded. It was fair. And now that he knew—everything changed. By morning, the entire Bloodfang estate trembled under his com

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

Amaya pointed out feebly. Evelina’s eyes went towards the railing off the balcony. I could see the wheels in her head turning. Her tia was a powerful witch. Coven Head Melanie was an Earth Witch and an oracle. Evelina must have learned a thing or two from her. “Allright, all you need is something to channel your energy from. Use me.” Evelina extended her hand. “And once you throw those bombs, I want you to use your powers to ignite them. This place is going BOOM.”

Iris murmured. The envoy turned her pale gaze to Elian. “You.” Elian’s shoulders tensed. “Why me?” “Because you are a beacon. A child not born of prophecy, but one shaped by it. The Nameless One senses your power—your uncertainty. That makes you vulnerable.” Iris’s heart twisted. “Then we stop him.” “You cannot fight what you do not understand,” the envoy replied. “His name was once known. It was the key to binding him. But even the Goddess has forgotten it. Only the Vale of Roots holds that truth now.”

The second we reached the bottom of the stairs, the crows took off all at once in a flutter of dark feathers, almost distracting me from noticing the black soot mark at the bottom of Evan’s door. I sniffed the air, my nose scrunching at the odd odor. “Is that—?” “Sulfur and brimstone, yeah.” He took my face in his hands, looking down at me with a new intensity in his eyes. “Helaine, I need you to understand that we’re dealing with the forces of Hell, here. Even if Lilith isn’t loyal to any great power, she and her wives are still incredibly dangerous.” “I understand.” That much was obvious in the way her mere presence hung over the street like an ominous cloud. “But, what should I be expecti