Evillious Chronicles Novels & Stories

“Am I cursed, or am I going crazy?” “You're neither cursed, nor are you going insane my child, on the contrary, yours is a uniquely blessed soul that I have ever come across, you are a glorious child of god Ellie, and I feel honoured to have encountered you,” she praised, smiling at me widely, who showed off her sparkling white teeth perfectly arranged. “I, Minerva Maxima, from this day onwards, consider it as my sole responsibility and obligation to obtain your freedom from this malice, even if it is at the cost of my life,” taking this oath, she magically summoned the crystal orb with a gesture of her opened palm and it landed on it gently. “But first, we must look into your past Ellie, co

“You’ve only reached the peak of Yuraeceon Daelm Rankʼs Eighth Tribulation. I’ll end you with my own hands then!” Quartney extended her hand and charged toward James. James conjured a huge evil spirit before him at that moment. It was too late for Quartney to stop, and her hand fell right over the evil spirit’s crotch. James said sarcastically, “Wow! I never knew the Iustus Sectʼs leader was such a bold person. Are you attracted to evil spirits too?” “You bastard!” Quartneyʼs cheeks were burning. She tried to rush toward James but was sent flying out of the hall by the evil spirit’s forceful punch.

I looked at it and froze. No, I think I looked at it, died, and came back a statue. My heart that was beating rapidly before just stopped altogether. I couldn't breathe anymore. My lungs quit their job and stopped functioning. Then we made eye contact. No. Then I believe I blacked out. The last thing I remember seeing were those haunting gray-blue orbs ... ************** Thanks everyone for reading so far... Here is the end of book one on THE VICIOUS ALPHA.. Please, kindly leave an encouraging comment, review and highlights. Keep sending your votes and stars... I appreciate and love you all.

she asked. "Unknown at this point," Saint answered. "Where is this section found in the book?" I asked. Saint shook his head. "Taryk and Atlas should have more info when they get back." "Are there any legible captions with the bestiary pictures?" I moved back to those pictures. "There's one, but it's only a partial. Muliebris animi mutatio procedit ignis. Dr. Atlas says that loosely translates to female soul starts the fire transformation." Saint looked at something on the table, nodded his head. "Yeah. I got that right."

"Heather, I don't care if you hate me or not. Call me names or tell me things whatever you want. But I will wait. I believe that time will come that we no longer need to treat each other like this anymore. I want us to get closer. I will patiently wait." "Oh, don't wait!" I chuckled, annoyed and pissed. "Because that time will never come. It will never happen. And stop acting like a protagonist. It's true that you're an excellent actress since you excel in acting and pretending, but you can never deceive me. You're a disgrace to the movie of my life. You're a nuisance. The kind of villain with no brain!" "Sister, please don't be like this," Hyacinth pleaded with her trembling voice. I think

Howard waved him off before continuing, “I heard you talking about the old hag who took Miss Norris. I happen to know something about it.” “Huh?” All three of them turned to look at him. Howard said, “When I was helping to cure Mr. Yardley from the venom, I found out that it was the venom of the Nefarious Roach.” “Venom of the Nefarious Roach?” Finn and Iris looked bewildered. It was the first time they had heard about this. Chase cut in, “The Nefarious Roach is a low-level spiritual beast. It’s shaped like a little green snake and is very agile in movement. It understands human speech and its venom is particularly lethal. It would cause instant death for an ordinary man with one touch.”

No wonder I am called the worst to carry the Inyoka spirit; I can’t seem to do anything right without it going left. Zachariah is being bewitched by my seduction. “Why do you always put on a glove? I want to properly hold your hand,” Zacharaiah said. “There, why don’t you take it off and see why?” I stretched out my hands to him, evilness running through my veins. That’s right, take it off; maybe turning it into stone can help get rid of you once and for all. Zachariah took both gloves off, and I couldn’t help but cackle evilly within me. His hand slowly came into contact with mine, and nothing. “Your hands are soft,” Zachariah complimented, and I was bewildered and utterly confused.

There were many things about King Akyran and Queen Ecaeris Monster Hunting academy that I hated – the food, the draughty rooms, the haughty dark elves, the mockery of the knights being amongst them – but the gauntlet easily topped that list. “You can do it, Daethie,” Valerian called out whilst exchanging a coin purse with Caraway. “She’s not going to do it,” he added to his twin. “Not even halfway.” “It’s beginning to rain,” Caraway tipped his golden head back and caught a raindrop on his tongue. His violet eyes had concave pupils like our father, something which Tarragon, Rue and Valerian hadn’t inherited in their human forms. “Makes things slippery. Two obstacles.”

Emma gulped and felt her heart pounding in her chest. Damn, something so inexplicably exquisite about the way he calls her name. A tear streamed down her cheek—but the water droplets swept it away before he could even take notice of her vulnerability—as she lowered her arms revealing her nudity to his hungry eyes. Holding back a sob Emma stood in front of him completely naked, drenching with water and humiliation. The nudity was not only of her body but her soul and morals also laid bare, crushed by his arrogance and majesty. What had she done wrong to deserve such a cruel fate?

“They all say that.” “I’m not them.” “No,” he agreed, something unreadable in his expression. “You’re not.” Silence stretched between them. Then Dorian moved to his desk, pulling out a thick leather-bound book. “This is the Veyrath chronicle. Every heir for the last five centuries has recorded their experiences with the curse.” He opened it, revealing pages filled with cramped handwriting, dates, names. Names of dead women.