Evil Ruler Novels & Stories

My thoughts were interrupted by this red-eyed snake, confidently striding ahead of me: “Well, well… Since you and I were left alone, without witnesses,” she began, without slowing down her pace and continuing to head in a direction known only to her, “I will clarify something for you. So, first of all, you are in the palace of Oera Dakhar. For you to understand better, let me explain. "Oer" means "Lord". Dakhar is his name. By addressing him "Oer Dakhar", you are referring to his status as "Lord of Dakhar". So, this is his castle, and I'm his anaya, which, as you already know, means "mistress." Secondly, Oer Dakhar is the ruler of everything, I repeat, everything, of the Dark World, eskha! H

A brutal death to all that failed. He had become a legend, a living nightmare. One which was whispered in hushed tones. The Alpha of the Rogues, they called him, but the whispers also spoke of the Butcher of Healers, the Tyrants of the Blackthorn Haven. A wolf who emerged from nowhere and built a massive empire. His army was equally as monstrous as him. Darius was evil, pure evil. His actions were driven by a desperate, twisted love for his daughter, a love that had warped into something so monstrous, it scared everyone.

Ivar said. "Look at their intent. Is it evil?" "But what is evil father? Why do we have to live in hiding like this? Those Seekers who came here, I want to know what they want." "Ivar, the emperor himself fears that our existence could hinder his plans in the future. He wants total control over his dominion and he sees us as a threat to his position as the all powerful ruler. You ask what is evil. Evil is a selfish thought that manifests through action— an intention that aims to benefit only oneself while causing harm to others.

Amused, I steady her and say, “It pleases me greatly to know that you seem to forget who and what I am.” Her head snaps in my direction. “I don’t know how that is even possible. I mean, you’re the king of hell. It’s not like you’re a normal man.” Feeling offended by her tone, I grip her elbow and pull her body to mine. “No, I’m most certainly far more than any normal man.” She scoffs. “You certainly don’t lack humility.” My lip quirks. “It’s difficult to be humble when I have the power to make anything happen.”

The Dark Lord spat, enraged. The Dark Lord wanted to be a slave to no one, and was willing to turn to evil sorcery to achieve that. He was now so close to becoming an evil god, but now this other evil god was demanding to make a servant out of him. Wilbur smirked. "Oh, I'm not trying to humiliate you. It's quite the opposite, actually. I do really want to work with you, and I think we could be a better evil god together."

“I knew he was a villain, but I didn’t realize he was a sadist as well.” “Not too hard to imagine though,” I reply, feeling sicker than before. “Teller said that the devil wishes to unite all the races in the world,” Matron Aldar pipes in. “He wants to be the benevolent ruler of the whole world, to stop the wars that plague the world, to bring peace to humanity and supernatural community alike.” “Explains why he is so fucking condescending all the time,” Master Tsertinand growls. “Every fucker out there who thinks they’re better than the rest of humanity and the supernatural community almost always ends up a psychopathic wacko.”

He was all these things and more. And now, after so many years, the terror of Igodo forest has beheaded the only sorcerer who was of help, poor old woman, Matendechere. "There is no mercy. There is no mercy in this field." It yelled at Abednego. "There is no living. There is only eating and sucking up brains, yes sucking up brains, tearing their flesh, skinning them alive," it kept on yelling at Abednego.

"You are just an evil man who wants to keep me chained to your side forever so you can control my powers. You're despicable." His head fell back as he laughed, the noise coming deep from his belly as if he were genuinely entertained by what I had said. "That is where you are wrong, my little witch. I am not an evil man at all. Don't insult me by comparing me to the inferior males of your kind. I am a demon, a King, and I will get what I want. If I want you, then you will be mine."

She backs away ready to leave and my mind is short-circuited thinking about the thousand ways in which the planet will turn around us and the thousand ways that I am going to fight it. "I am going to be Pandora once more while you are the Zeus who oversees the universe." -It will be a pleasure. -Surely yes. Secrets we all know how to hide. Some more than others. She already said it, she is the one that keeps the most evil within her, the one that has evil with her. I an expert in the cruelties that are not seen. We are two people capable of everything, we were born from evil, to govern evil, and be evil. We are the villains the world doesn't know exist, but at some point they will, not today

When Berilla resolutely remained silent bidding her, Valerie waited for his answer with a straight face. The demon was entertained, and he decided to humor the daring witch. “So a new, greater race can be born, one with the means to annihilate anything at will: something never seen under the sky. A being deserved to be worshiped: The child of the Crimson Rukh and The Guardian of the Flame.” He was a lunatic. An ambitious lunatic, Valerie concluded. He was delusional enough to think any creature could ever overcome, the limitation of living beings. Even if such a creature did exist it could never be invincible. Nothing was powerful against nature, this is how God showed living creatures their