Evillious Chronicles Novels & Stories

Unfortunately for me, Liora seems to have caught on to my plan because she just pleads for one of the maids to help her daughter to their room. Oops. That's another thing that'll get my little kiss thief hate me. Now, I can't wait for her reaction. Once Selina is gone, her smile drops, and there stands the Hellcat I know. Marek whistles as she storms toward us, to which we both glare at him, making him raise his hands in mock surrender and walk out. “What kind of bullshit have you been feeding my daughter, Evren? Stop it. It's not funny.” Her hands rest on her hips, her eyes narrowing, but my gaze only strays down to her cleavage, proudly peeking through her blouse, then to her abdomen, whic

It spiraled higher and higher, pulling her toward an unseen destination. Carmen's spirit felt the pull too, an invisible force dragging her forward. She tried to resist, digging her heels into the void. She really tried, but it was futile. "No!" she shouted, thrashing against the force. "I don't want this!" But the vortex didn't care. It swallowed her whole, plunging her into a kaleidoscope of shadows and light. When she finally stopped moving, the world around her had changed. She stood in a grand chamber, dimly lit by flickering torches. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings, swirling patterns that seemed to pulse with life. The air buzzed with an energy that made her skin prickle

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

"Well, he has a few questions. If you really do like him that much, please answer him." Miss Lillian raised her brows at my request, looking at Alpha Evan expectantly. "A friend of mine, he is a witch. In a war that had taken place approximately a hundred years ago between his coven and werewolves, the grimoire of his coven had been taken away by the werewolves. He was the sole survivor of the attack and was forced to run and hide. I want to help him get the book back. Have you heard of this war? Or have any idea who might have the grimoire?" Alpha Evan explained, asking what he wanted to at the end while Miss Lillian listened attentively, clearly willing to help as much as she could.

"I just wanted to say that Sebastian will do anything so save your grandmother. Don't let your self believe on anyone except on us." "If I trust you can you give my grandmother back to me? And who is Matheus? Why did he take my grandmother ?!" I promise with a trembling voice. "Matheus is the king of Orpheus. He's an evil and he'll do anything to destroy us." Its a cold answer. "And what have we got to do with you? We are just humble people." Is it just human? "Yes you're a human ... but, your grandmother is vampire." A vampire?

A loud voice echoed which got Vicoliz trembling. "But I am not evil" he yelled back as his voice echoed again. "Haha. Every man is evil. Every man who wants to wield this spear must be evil." The loud voice spoke back. "I have to be evil to wield this spear and get my powers back" Vicoliz mumbled. "Maybe after all, evil can really save this world. Maybe evil can stop Sorex. Maybe evil cancels evil" Vicoliz mumbled. "Make your decision, or your soul gets trapped here" The loud unknown voice yelled impatiently.

She looked at Maridelle. Maridelle reciprocated her smile, but smiling even better than her. “Game. Let’s do it.” They are full of excited anticipation. Hodor is sitting on his throne; Vamoire is on his right and the inseparable Jek and Viller found a corner to embrace. Whilst Maridelle sat on the foot of his throne, she filled herself with thougths of what she could possibly do the beings she is going to feed with her blood. All of her imagination is pure evil, leaving no space for kindness. She desired for something unbeatable and could cause real terror as she plays with a newly whetted dagger on her hand.

Terribly wrong. "He's changed," Siron whispered, more to himself. "Since the tomb... he's fighting something inside him." Kit took a deep breath. "You said your mother told you to look for records. We brought this book." He produced a thick book he had managed to grab from the shelf before fleeing. Its cover was worn brown, inscribed with Gothic letters: Die Verlorenen Chroniken von Aethelford (The Lost Chronicles of Aethelford). The Self-Falling Book. When the hands chased them, this book had slid from the high shelf and fallen right in front of Siron's feet, as if pointing to itself.

A clear scenario that keeps flashing into her head… causes Elise's face to lose its blood. Chills quickly occupy Elise's body. Her face turned pale and she’s having trouble breathing. She froze in her seat after realizing the identity of the man. The Duke and a powerful magician Zachary Molten. The evil villain in the story “The Lazy Lucky Princess”. He is merciless and kills the children after torturing them. He’s a crazy psychopath who didn’t feel any empathy for the people he killed. Molten was the one who abused Alicia and almost killed her in the story. Elise is threatened to tremble in her seat.

Livian shrugged and waited for Charles to say the words they were waiting for him to utter Charles took a deep breath to stop himself from passing out in shock and closed the folder. When he opened it, he found that to his dismay, the contents were just like they were when he opened it the first time. There were a few pictures of a young woman, with scars littering her skin. Her face had been pixelated but it was obvious that she had been battered. In the next pictures, her torn clothes were obviously soiled. It had taken a while for Charles to comprehend what Livian was getting at until he saw the next picture, which had been taken from a surveillance Camera. Declan was holding a woman and