Evil Servant Novels & Stories

Teresa held his hand and begged, “ Sir Robb, please just help us,” “ Teresa, I can't risk helping a Daemon, they are deceitful, blood-seeking bastards who want one thing and that is to destroy this world, the only thing they know how to do is kill ”Robb yelled, the Hybrid went on his knees and said,“ If you do see me as a deceitful, blood-seeking bastard, do behead me sir .” Amaria furrowed her eyebrows and glared at him,

she blurted out and Hades gave her a sideward glance. "You're getting more and more brazen. Making another deal with the devil." "As long as I am still a potential curse breaker, I will help you. I will help you find a way to break the curse. We do not know if I am what you're looking for but I will do my part and help you, Hades. This place can't die. You can't die. There are people that deserved to be in this place for the pain and suffering they have caused." She sighed and went on. "Forget the servicing you in the bedroom. I'll strike a new deal. I can't sit and do nothing. I will help you find a way. I think that's worth my freedom rather than the...service."

"He agreed but on one condition, the first victim had to be someone close to her. Someone she loved dearly. This was to prove her devotion to the Daemons and their lords. So, her first victim became her daughter. She cried for a while afterward, but her soul died at that moment as well. Thus, she became what we know as a Malefica an evil Sorceress. Once she becomes this evil thing she is completely consumed by her thirst for power, for the souls to pay her master and I can't stop her." Avamarie sobbed. Deep heart-wrenching sobs that tore at me until I couldn't help wrapping my arms around her for comfort. I laid her head on my shoulders and rocked her back and forth murmuring to her much as

The four exchanged strange looks and hushed words. “I’ll try to say it as simply as possible,” Demeter said, folding her hands on the table. “You’re one of the two Children of Iniquity, the Child of Darkness. A malevolent creature of evil that appears in our world once in a while.” ‘Me? A malevolent creature of evil? That’s not possible. There has to be a mistake somewhere.’ She wanted to argue. She wasn’t calling herself a saint, but evil wasn’t a word she would associate herself with. She tried to be at peace with all people, no matter how annoying they were. Sweetheart? Yes. Nice? Also yes. Pushover? She didn’t like admitting it, but sometimes. But evil? No.

The older man at the door looked back and forth between my tormentor and me. His kind eyes were filled with confusion. It was clear that he did not know what to do. “This… He…” The cleaner pointed at me. My tormentor remained stunned for a moment. Then, he seemed to think of something, and his expression relaxed. His tone became arrogant as he said, “What are you looking at? Have you never seen someone discipline their servant?” He pointed at me too, the gold ring on it gleaming, and shot me a warning gaze.

One more minute and his beloved son would be gone forever. “Your time is up,” Vivica said, taking a step closer to him. “Take back your order. Declare that my babies are not forbidden children or a sin, and your son will be saved.” The Emperor clenched his fists at his sides. “I don’t take orders, girl.” “But now you have to,” she replied coldly, “because you have no other choice.” His jaw clenched so hard it looked like it might shatter. His other sons were not in the Heavenly Realm, and he could not leave the palace himself to fight the Devil Emperor. If he did, the devils might seize this opportunity to invade and take over the palace forever.

“Some twisted game to see how long I’ll fall before I break?” My fingers tilted her chin up. “No games,” I said, voice rough. “I’ve been playing games my entire life, Isla. But you? You mess me up.” She laughed. A small, sad sound. “That’s rich, coming from the man who tossed me around like property—” “I know.” My voice cracked. “I know I’m a bastard. I never pretended to be a good man.” Silence. Then softly: “But I want to try.” Her lips trembled. “Try what?”

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

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.”

She swallowed hard. “And… what if I don’t cooperate?” Her voice trembled now, barely audible. Zayn leaned in with a smirk, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Lady, oh my lady,” he murmured, his tone coated in mock reverence. He sat on the bed now, face-to-face with her. His stare was intense, unblinking. It forced her to hold her ground—even if her spine had stiffened like steel, trying not to flinch. “My intentions toward you are not evil,” he said. “But my plan is. In this world, you’ll find people whose goals match mine. Maybe even go beyond… but in the worst ways.”