Evil Ruler Novels & Stories

Prince Kayziel's mind reeled as he tried to comprehend the implications. The whispered tales of Soulflaying, a punishment so heinous it sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest warriors, now seemed all too real. He thought back to the ancient chronicles of the Nordor Elves, Evil Elves that had ravaged the lands with their insidious machinations. Their ruthless leader, Nordor, was said to have inflicted this unspeakable torture on any Elf who dared defy him.

All he can hear was the sound of a kid crying for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." The voice of the little girl sounds familiar, Doctor Morgan was in fear that moment, but he tried to keep calm despite the creepy scenario. He tried to looked around but he can see nothing but the blinding darkness, he heard the voice of the kid, chuckling, laughing and crying out for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." "Who killed you?" "Mentris... Mentris.... He will come to kill you Doctor Morgan!"

Perhaps it was the conviction in which I spoke, but I suppose it was more to do with my sudden turn from pained girl to angered woman. “I didn’t have a choice. I am nothing more than a solider in evils army. Where he beckons, I must go.” He stood back, drawing himself to his full towering height. He became even more imposing standing over me. More dangerous if that was at all possible. “Your master?” “Yes, my master.” “Who is this great master that asks so much of you?” “He doesn’t have a name. Yet he is known by many. Some call him Hades, whilst others call him the devil. He is pure evil incarnate. The creator of the underworld. King of hell. And he will stop at nothing to get his desire.”

“And that is the problem we have at Alkhemi. There is way more Evil than Good.” Rome smirks. “Okay?” “You said the evilest of the Kings was King Darius. Now, King Darius is dead. The air is a little clearer now. The King who caused the people’s pain is dead. The King who made the vampires cry is dead. The Kingdom of Vrys would surely get better after such an abusive King. Watch and see as the Vampires heal and thrive forward at the absence of such King.” I move closer to him, our skin almost touching. “But you should know that you are also evil. You killed King Darius. I would call that hypocrisy if I were you. You are just as evil as Darius, Rome.”

He had been tormented, aye, but he had never been broken. Now, unrestrained and consumed by vengeance, Vosvak Spade Il'Sharak had become something much more sinister. The evil which had taken hold of him had only served to increase his hunger for destruction. His form, once human, had become a corruption of deformed magic and evil. His heart no longer pounded the beat of life, but rather with a cold, unforgiving lust for vengeance. And now his eyes were on the ones who had wronged him the very ones who had worked to murder Perfera. Among them stood Miyal Rhax, the so-called king of the plague, the man who had taken everything Vosvak ever loved.

“Will you regret that now, the fake king of the lycan Kingdom?” Eloria's eyes were full of deathly complacent and menace. She placed the bloody sword on the floor beside her as she started advancing towards me. The glassiness in her eyes and the growing tension and the atmosphere brings back ugly memories. I should have stole that, I should have ripped her head off and neck when I had the chance to. But I thought she would get a change of heart, repent of her misdeads and become a devout worshiper of the goddess. But rather, she chose to continue a dark and evil magic in servitude to the devil and shamanism.

I feel anger running through my veins and I can't shut up. -And could yours be due to someone with more power than you here? -I imitate her.- Someone like ... your father? - I look surprised and she gives me a withering look- That you walked away from him? Please do not make me laugh. If you hardly have any friends ... nobody can stand you, not even Azael. Let's see if you find out at once. She looks at me with pure evil, then lets out a fake laugh. -In fact, I have quite a few, and at least mine is not dead- she says mercilessly. I really can't believe this. It can't be that bad. It is impossible.

If only I was senior demon, how great would that be? Lucas glanced around as he moved on. Finally, he activated the Mind’s Eye and noticed there were many Genetic Fighters. There was a valley, that looked extremely evil, appeared before Lucas. Given if it was any ordinary people there, perhaps they might get killed by the evil aura in an instant. Lucas sauntered up the mountain. … “Dad, is the Evil Lord really going to break through his seal?” Fanny looked at Fay and said. Her fair face looked worried. After all, she got to know from Fay that the Evil Lord was a Rank 3 Earth King Ranked Dark Race.

Being a dark sorceress here was worse than being an unlucky transmigrator. That woman was evil! I shouldn't have saved her. I looked up at Dante Scheledrus Wyrm. "I am not a necromancer." "Liar." The Commander pointed the sword at my hand. "We already know who you are." On my left ring finger, there was a black opal ring. I didn't understand what he was trying to say. What did this ring have to do with my identity? I couldn't recall anything about this ring at all. All I knew that the black sorcerers were seen as evil beings. They were found and burned at stakes. Obviously, I didn't want to be burned at the stake.

I shouldn't care for him. I gritted my teeth and fisted my hand. The sudden anger burns out inside me. I breathe out to calm myself. I will never let myself fall into his control. I won't let this side of him sway me. He is Sain Czar Ildefonso, it was coming from him that he is the opposite of his name. He's not someone who can keep me away from evil because he is the devil himself. I should be careful...