Evil Todoroki Novels & Stories

In which I should give her a hand and an eye, in exchange, in addition to secrets, I should give her an arm and an eye, that's why she was a spider. Vandokar possessed several tremendous powers, including the ability to paralyze others with his touch, inherently cast a variety of powerful spells, and alter reality at will, discovering that he was immune to disintegration diseases, in which his mind control and a variety of other debilitating effects, if he could earn her trust, Tsuki would have a great and powerful ally.

The soul eater sits on the floor, covered in blood and something else that I don't recognize until I open the door further and step in. Looking down, I see a disemboweled baby torn to shreds. It's in so many pieces that I can't even tell for sure what it is, except for the baby bottle half buried in the blood and intestines. Suddenly, the smell hits me and I have to bend over as I lose my supper. Sandwich spraying everywhere, even on the soul eater. She looks up at me and smiles while holding an arm bone and then begins gnawing on it.

Bo would be agitated for most of the ride, and it would be easy to blame the beast for any accident Tova may encounter while mounted. Loki chuckled, knowing that he had gotten to me. “Drink this, or I will force it down your throat,” he said, thrusting the cup into my hand. I took it. “What is it?” “Something to make you sleep. It won’t kill you. We need your death to occur after Tova’s otherwise the timeline won’t line up and people will ask too many questions.” His eyes narrowed. “Drink.” I put the cup to my lips and gagged. It tasted foul, but I swallowed until it was gone before handing the cup back. Loki took it and stood. I pretended greater weakness than I felt and fell back,

It took everything from me until I was but the darkness that had swallowed me whole. Lorik Cattanio, the man whom I once looked up to as a father, the one whom I had dreamed of him being my superhero, happened to be my worst nightmare. He was the darkness that took residence in me, snipping every little fiber of my being and replacing it all with maliciousness, remorselessness, the emotionless devil that feasted on the pain and screams of those I had trampled upon.

Sudden energy rises through our bodies as we absorb the dark energy. I look to where Jiro is standing and saw his once full-of-life eyes... turn lifeless in less than a second, as his violet hair turns darker. He suddenly shouts in pain as a tattoo quickly appears on his lower arm. He fell on his knees the more his pain increased. Then the magic circle under him disappears, leaving him holding his arm before he fell to the ground.

(Obviously) More Information: Notorious assassin, ninja, and the founder of Azoukawa Credo in Japan. No photos of her. "Is this all you get? Looks like you’re really getting rusty, huh? What happen to the Orcus I know?” I sigh looking at the piece of paper. He didn’t say anything. “It does, as you say, help a little.” I consoled.

He quickly got up, took the knife close by and went to Nada. Nada’s eyes filled with tears as she saw her husband come back to life. But as he came closer, she was horrified by the look in his eyes. Before Nada could say a word, Edo slashed her throat with the knife. The sacrifice was complete. Edo pushed aside his wife dead body, without a care. “It’s yours now.” He pointed at the chalice. “It’s the Warlock Chalice now,” he added before he walked away. Rolo was terrified at the evil she had created. She took the chalice, ran to her hut, and told her mother what she had done.

Lana’s brow furrows, “You speak of the four horsemen of the apocalypse? Are you saying my sisters are the horsemen? But they’re…men. Arent they? ” Clotho nods, “You’re thinking of the human’s biblical terms. Of course, the humans would make them all males. Zeus forbid that females be just as vicious as males.” she rolls her eyes, which would be so amusing if the situation wasn’t so dire. “However, the basic concept of the horsemen is the same. You are Abaddon, the destroyer, the antichrist. Whatever religious moniker you are labeled leads to you being the ender of worlds. Once the balance was restored, your true identity and your sisters’ souls would be mobilized.”

"Valerie Nott... Tatiana Black... oh, and look here, the sad widow herself. Tatiana was pressed against the wall near Brock's casket. Her face was the color of ash. Valerie had gone perfectly still. Like a rabbit hoping the wolves wouldn't see her. "Now," Scarface said. He pulled out a switchblade. He used it to clean his fingernails. "I don't care if the man's dead. Dead men's debts don't disappear. They pass to family." The blade clicked as he folded it shut. The sound made half the room flinch.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.