Evil Ruler Novels & Stories

Then she whispers, her voice barely audible, "A... God?" I force myself to look away from Rowena for a moment, meeting Diana's horrified gaze. "Not just any god, Diana. Malicar is... pure evil incarnate. He's been imprisoned in the dark realm since the dawn of creation itself." My voice grows heavier with each word. "Every dark emotion, every evil thought that has ever existed in this world—they all feed him. They make him stronger." Diana's face pales further. "How powerful could he possibly be?"

“She never ca-cared about the s-screams.” Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes. “I am so sorry.” “S-she is evil i-incarnate.” “She is.” A movement at the corner made my eyes open. The duke was folding his arms, still leaning against the door. He watched us with a peculiar mix of curiosity and wariness. “She is devil per-personified,” Revandrel muttered, nose brushing my neck. My nails dug into my own sides. “You are not wrong.” “People-eating, s-soul-sucking being without a soul.”

"You turned my child into an egg, and you think it's just going to pass. Why did you do this?" "It wasn't me." Eric said. "It was never me. I fact, nothing that ever happened I this castle was by my will, not even the King's." Eric looked out the window. It was visible from there, the ship. "And she is coming." "Who, Eric, who?" "Vane." Eric said. "Who is Vane?" Nherisa asked. "Vane is an evil spirit that lived in the rulers' minds for generations and controlled whatever happened in the kingdom." Eric said, running down the hall with Nherisa following close behind him. "She is the reason your people have become slaves to ours."

Till he was just the breathing silhouette Sebastian had seen. Sebastian knows because he had felt the same. The day of Sarah’s death, he had felt a rage higher than a tower. He lost consciousness of every sense of morality that he had even pulled his gun scaring the kids that stood just where his daughter had left. He recalled the feeling of emptiness when he held lifeless Sarah on the ground, such that he had even wished a truce with the devil. If only it worked that way. So when Sebastian laid his eyes on the man, he knew exactly how he felt. A broken father.

He slowly knelt on the floor and grabbed both of her hands, she visibly flinched, “Please believe in every word that would come out of my mouth.” Olivia scrunched her brows and unconsciously bit her lip, “Go on.” Smiling, Lucius finally popped the truth. “I am a King from Hell. I have had help from both Emily and Victoria Davis to find for the woman that was destined for me and written in the scroll of prophecy. I need you, Olivia. My immortality is fading and I needed to marry the woman written in the scroll to retrieve my full immortality. I’m sure you noticed that you felt cold whenever our skin touch, it’s a sign. And now that I found you and you’re mine… we can go back to hell and marry

Alverto Cassiero a scientist was murdered by the government when the after effect of the substance A13 which he created led to the death of the soldiers that fought against the aliens in the early 80's. Maria Cassiero who was Alverto's mother decided to seek revenge for her son's death and this led her to meet a demon called Diemon.Diemon helped Maria to avenge her son's death after making a pledge to him.Some years after,Diemon was tricked by a Chinese monk who casted a spell on him and turned him into a statue so as to save his student from being offered to him as a sacrifice.

I exclaimed as I pushed every ounce of my power into them. Maverick slowly smirked as he looked around the room because we both were the same. Unfortunately I was the only one to realize that I had emotions that were not mine and was risking everything. Unlike everyone else all I had to do was force him back to his original state. He was pure evil just like me. We were one of the only Gods to exist that had not one ounce of light in us. Ariella's lies were slowly coming to light along with all her allies tricks.

I’d be tied to it—to every consequence—until it all came to an end. The kind of witch we were up against wasn’t like the ones in those fantasy stories or cheerful anime villains. From my mother’s old journals and grim notes, I knew better. Dark sorcerers were unpredictable, cruel, and coldly intelligent. They weren’t just villains—they were fanatics, executioners hiding behind power, and broken minds that thrived on chaos. Still, I couldn’t walk away. Ember believed in me, and that trust meant everything.

Suddenly, a voice echoed through the surroundings, deep and loaded with malice. He was the leader of that territory, revealing himself before us. His name was Valarok, a sinister being who fed on the energy of the disease, becoming increasingly powerful. "You are foolish to believe that you can challenge my supremacy!" Roared Valarok, his eyes shining with an evil fire. I looked at Randall and saw the determination in his eyes. He positioned himself between me and the villain, ready to face the battle.

Daemonikai crossed his arms. Vladya's mouth opened. They closed, words failing him. "Ukrae's balls. Not that the idea of erasing the entire human population isn't tempting as hell, but you can't do that," Vladya said at last. "You'll become that person again. Evie went through hell to purge the world of Daemonikai the Cruel. The Berserker. Vicious Destroyer. Harbinger of Ruin. What the hell is wrong with you?"