Evillious Chronicles Novels & Stories

Her eyes are full of stars in a way that is not metaphorical — there are actual stars in them, pinpricks of cold light that have no business being inside the eyes of a creature that lives at the bottom of an ocean trench. Black veins climb her throat to her jaw. The veins are mine, in nine years, if I am not careful. "My name is Morrigwen, host. I was the first. The Salt Throne was mine. I burned it down. I burned my own children. The pearl made me hungry and I ate everyone I had ever loved and then I ate the kingdom and then I ate the continent and then there was nothing left but the trench it sent me back to. I have been here for eighteen thousand years. I have been waiting to tell someone

Her plans are working and she’s only waiting for the results now. Duke Raziel Valen Donovan, the villain. According to the book, before the crown prince and her female lead’s wedding, the female lead would be killed and the empire would be in chaos, Duke Raziel would initiate a coup d’etat to kill all the nobles, including her. And that is her problem. She managed to be killed in the hands of the crown prince, how about in the hands of the villain? She needs to find Dillon. The key to her plans. It’s time to test if her plans worked. And any minute now, Duke Raziel would appear.

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

The Invitation: Amara couldn't stop staring at the invitation. It sat on Alessia's desk inside a clear evidence sleeve. Black paper. Silver lettering. One name. DANIEL QUINN Below it was a date. Tomorrow. Amara looked at Alessia. "He's been dead for six years." "I know." "So whose funeral is this?" Alessia didn't answer. That scared her more than anything else. "Alessia." "I'm not sure." "You're not sure?"

I looked toward the peaks of Silver Moon, where the black moon was still slowly eclipsing the violet sun. "Silas, Kael—prepare the iron," I commanded, my eyes glowing with a lethal, emerald-crimson light. "We’re not just going to Silver Moon anymore. We’re going to burn the Void until it remembers what it feels like to be afraid of the dawn." But as we began the final climb, the Chronicler appeared from behind a frozen tree. Her silver eyes were filled with a dark, ancient grief. "Darlene, you must know the truth before you enter the Vault," the Chronicler said. "The man you see in the cage... the man Lucian calls Eryx... he isn't just a battery".

When it spoke, its voice carried the weight of eons. "Selene of the Eclipse Covenant," it announced formally. "I am Chronicle, Keeper of Supernatural Records. We have come to evaluate what you have created here." "Evaluate for what purpose?" I asked, stepping forward to meet them at the base of the temple steps. "To determine whether your confederation represents evolution or dangerous deviation from established supernatural law." Chronicle's crystalline features shifted to reflect moments from what I recognized as Eclipse Covenant history some showing cooperation and healing, others revealing the forced unity that had led to their destruction.

Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried. "I was just messing with you. Why did you actually drink it? Maddie, since when did you become so weak?" he asked. The original Maddison was not fragile at all. After all, she was the villainous side character whose job was to frame the female lead before meeting her destined death. The female lead was Cynthia. Just a while back, the original Maddison had tried to stop her from taking the SATs by slipping laxatives into Cynthia's food. However, halfway through, the original Maddison got scared and switched the drugged meal with a normal one.

"But you lack perspective. You think this is a war between good and evil? No. It's a war between order and chaos. I am Order. I am the mountain that does not move. You... you are just erosion." Valerius squeezed. Jack’s vision went red. He clawed at Valerius's arm with his Entropy Hand. The black flesh touched Valerius's skin. Sizzle. Smoke rose from Valerius's arm. The King hissed, dropping Jack. He looked at his forearm. There was a burn mark—black and necrotic—where Jack had touched him. "It hurts," Valerius murmured, looking at the wound with fascination. "It actually hurts."

His heart pounded, each beat a bell that echoed throughout Valenfort. Lucien whispered hoarsely: “Evelyn… I saw you in the light. But this world does not deserve you. Let me be the unclean one in your place.” And then he stood up. Valenfort shook. Black blood began to drain from the ground, gathering around him as if summoned. He spread his arms, his voice deep: “From blood and darkness, I create a new order. The Crimson Pact is no longer just the Blood Emperor and the legacy of the one who sacrificed for this world!”

He observed the visible shift in his demeanor at the mention of Cielo's name. “What? Surprised that I know what you know? Let's rewind quickly and catch the fun along the way,” he paused and pushed the gun hard on his face.“Seventeen years ago you masterminded the death of Matteo Verrilli. The plan was to kill him and his entire family but when you heard his children escaped, you went in search of them. Luckily you found his daughter after many years. You recruited her into your dirty organization, gave her a new identity, and made her do your dirty work even when you knew she was a Verrilli.” he hit him hard again in anger before he continued.