Evil Uno Unmasked Novels & Stories

The city's most notorious outlaw motorcycle gang. ​The leader stepped off his bike. He pulled off his matte-black helmet, shaking out dark hair. He wasn't wearing a suit. He was in a grease-stained white tee that clung to his muscles, a leather vest, and heavy boots. ​Elena gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. ​It was him. ​The cold, calculated billionaire who had told her to go home hours ago. Julian Vane was standing in the center of a circle of killers, his face no longer a mask of corporate indifference, but one of raw, unfiltered malice.

“I just thought, you know, just like the popular adage, ‘The enemy of my enemy is my friend’, we could turn it to, ‘Great minds think alike’ and team up to get what we want.” He finally pulled off the stupid mask, revealing a face I’d never seen before. “Who the hell are you?” I spat, regarding him with as much trust as a normal person would give a scorpion. “You do not know who I am, but I have heard enough about you for us to be besties.” He said, laughing again as he stripped himself of the police badge. “My name is Valour Everhart, and you and I will become well acquainted as soon as we get to our other partner.”

I had heard of his stories numerous times, but I had never been opportune to see what he looks like in person, not until this very moment. This was the saying of Elder Malachi: if you ever thought for a single second that Eldric Thorne was a deceiver, a conniving serpent that moved in human flesh, then you haven't met a man like Malachi who was a physical representation of the seven deadly sins in human form. This man was just a step away from taking that title of evil from the devil himself.

The door hissed open. Inside Crimson Vault Dark velvet, gold bars, and shadows wrapped around her as she stepped inside. Music throbbed like a slow, steady heartbeat. The club smelled of cigar smoke, blood, and forbidden things. She was led down three flights by a silent woman in a red mask. Then into a lounge with no lights, only flickering candles. Waiting there was him — Valen Serrano, the man who used to be Matteo Nero’s ghost. A former Council information broker. A man everyone believed was dead.

I knew just then that I was in for a good show for my party and if it was the best or not, I had to accept it as it would be. As I was contemplating what it could be, the people separated to both sides and I had a clear view of the band which was playing but there were no people besides the band. Just then, a young man dressed in a black shirt and black trousers. He was wearing black shades on his face stepped out from the people and walked toward us. He had a microphone in his hand and as soon as he got to us, he held his hand towards me and my brothers left my hand and kept them in his. Then, they both whispered into my ears, “Have fun.”

He stared into them for some time and just as dad was about to speak, he said; "These are the words from the mouth of my master! It has turned out that the moonlight Pack had forcefully abducted and kidnapped a member of the Crimson Pack named Ema Brooks and had severely, Consistently and viciously maltreated her. Hereby, this battle line is drawn. There is no going back as you all are demanded to come forth and give your worst." The messenger said with his eyes still glued to tgethe ground. I just stared back and forth from Mum to Dad to Star silver!!

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

Nagtaas-baba pa ang kilay nito. Sumunod ang tingin ko sa tinutukoy ni Athelia. Naroon si Adamson. He was wearing a black button down shirt. Nakabukas pa ang tatlong butones. He was a bit sweaty and under the lights, his sweat shimmers like they were diamonds. May suot din itong kwintas na may dog tag na pendant. Mukhang may magpipigil ng ngiti ngayong gabi ah. Natawa ako nang umirap si Ena at sumiksik sa akin.

He stopped for a second, cleared his throat, and arranged his shirt to look decent in front of his idol, and he arranged his messy hair. " Hello Vex, my name is Elias Velelaio and I....." Before he could finish his words, Vex turned his back and faced him. Elias couldn't find what to say. His heart did something stupid just for that stranger. His face was red, and Elias's ears turned red as well. His idol, right in front of him, felt like a dream. Vex, the untouchable, was standing right in front of Elias. "Hello, Vex. I was... I was..." he said, his words unstable. Words were stuck in his throat. "I actually want your... bio... biography." Elias finally managed to utter a word. Vex, however

she asked Brian who was tossing his head thoughtfully. “Sounds unique and ruthless, Sole Survivor?” Brian hummed and tossed his head once more to ponder, “I think I love it. Sole survivor. Defiantly I am going to survive,” Brian said and beat his chest. “So it is a deal,” Eva said and reaffirmed jocularly, sole survivor is the trending, musician now.” She laughed briefly before pulling out the face mask, “Here this is for you. Because, I don’t want you to be known which is also Doctor Bill’s instruction. Your costume will go with a dark face mask. How about that?”