Evil Under The Sun Novel Novels & Stories

Moonlight through the window cast shadows, but after a quick scan she knew the room was devoid of life save for her. And then she saw it. In the vanity mirror. A reflection of the window. And looking in through the window was a creature that should not exist. That cannot be from this world. Too horrible for words. Just know, that this thing was evil. Even in the pale light, she could see the vile intentions in its inky eyes and snarling, fangled mouth. It looked excited. And hungry. Its grey hands pressed against the glass, each elongated, alien finger leaving a film residue behind as it dragged its claw-like nails down the window.

he exhaled, then joined his forehead with hers, his hands still touching, they didn't want to stop, but he had to stare her in the face. "What are you doing here? When did you get here?" "Sofia, listen to me well. There are good and bad people around us. And even those who seem bad, are not. The other way around, there are good people disguised as evil. Whatever may, no matter who the people are, I want you to understand that it's in me that you will trust to the fullest." She looked right into his eyes. His were now injected with something she couldn't decipher. "Why do you say that?"

I was in the enemies’ territory right now, anything could happen. ‘Maybe Dawn is no longer what you need,’ sneered Ares. “Shut up,” I growled under my breath as I made my way back into the party. The fact that Soren had Valeriya Sinclair wrapped in his hands only a matter of minutes after they were acquainted was bad enough. Soren was one of those bulky guys with a surly expression on his face. He loved to mingle with others, boasting about his achievements and kills. He was selfish and had no compassion for others. More reasons why I was glad I’d never been associated with him before. But right now, I wished I knew more about him so I could be sure that he wouldn’t be too rash to actually k

Reid growled his arse clenching as he thrusted, all his weight on his elbow and the golden champagne licking the rim of the glass forgotten in his grasp. Jasper’s fingers wrapped around the straps binding him, the muscles in his arms and shoulders standing out against his skin as he lifted his head from the pillows, seeking to take more and more of Reid’s cock. Watching his mate so eager for him almost undid Reid, and his groan was harsh as he sank back until he sat on Jasper’s stomach, feeling the chill of the air catch on his saliva-soaked cock and the other man’s rapid breathing against his balls as Jasper fought with desire, his wolf an oily yellow-green sheen over the amber of his eyes,

Every kill necessary. Still—it wasn’t enough. The sky darkened unnaturally, clouds spiraling as if dragged by an unseen hand. The earth groaned, fissures splitting open and bleeding shadow. He’s here. I felt him before I saw him—the pressure, the wrongness, the way the world recoiled as if in pain. The Evil King emerged from the storm like a wound in reality. Tall. Cloaked in writhing darkness. His crown was not metal but bone and shadow fused together, pulsing with stolen power. His eyes locked onto mine across the field, and the air screamed.

He would choke on his own cruelty before I was done with him. I did not cover myself. I did not care who saw me. I moved further until the lands started becoming more familiar, until I knew the borders had been crossed. I was no longer on Bren’s land. I had walked into the dark, the territory of Nightbourne. The devil Alpha. The beast of the borders. The one they whispered about in fireside tales, whose claws had shredded entire packs, whose hunger was never sated. And yet, I went willingly. __________ I crossed the border.

The sun burns through the sky in its full glory, scorching its way through the skins of the people gathered out in the cemetery. The wind howls carefully, soothing their skins in opposition to the effect of the sun as they stood in all blacks waiting for the young dark-haired girl to finish her speech. Sadness fills the air in a way words cannot describe and each man and woman wore a mourning face. A frown that draws through their chin and waters their eyes as the words of Laurel Brown escapes through speakers placed beside neighboring tombs.

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

Daniel asked, "How did you escape?" "I told Zelik a story which killed him." Vala told him, walking slowly towards them, her chains which had loosen itself from her wrist, rattles on the floor. "Once, there lived a powerful evil sorcerer who wanted to rule, this sorcerer has two best friends who are like him. One day, this sorcerer decided to kill his two best friends and take their powers away from them, but what he didn't know was that, his two best friends knows his plans and were ready, when he casted the net on them, the two best friends outsmarted the sorcerer, they lifted the net up and flew away." she added as she passed Daniel and went over to where Zelik dead body lay, raising one

There was no one else who could carve cultivation methods here without anyone noticing! Therefore, although it was impossible, it could only be him. Could it be that the chosen one was really so special that even that pervert, Eight Desolations Heavenly Book had to help him? Suddenly, Sun God smiled bitterly. He also completely understood. "Evil fate, evil fate, what an evil fate! Haha!" Sun God looked up at the sky and smiled bitterly. That person was not ruthless, but he was also ruthless. He didn't mean to be so abnormal or torture them.