Novel & Cerita Evillious Chronicles

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!”

“This thread of chaos will live in your heart until Valen kills you.” Truly she cared nothing for me. I balled my fists, yanking on the strings that detained my limbs. They cut my flesh and red marred the white lines. Rage and anger boiled in my veins. Her hands inched closer and her stone voice asserted, “Join me in my cursed world. The thread of chaos will lead you to do evil. No matter how much your good side fights you………….you will have no choice but to submit to the evil that torments you. Or live in excruciating pain for the rest of your life.”

"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?

The loud unknown voice yelled impatiently. Vicoliz slowly walked towards the Spear and was about to place his hands on it but halted. "What am I doing? Vicoliz you are not evil. I am not evil. I can never be evil all in the name of power. This is greed" He yelled. Suddenly a copy of himself dressed in black appeared at his left hand side and spoke "Take it Vicoliz. If you want to be Action god, accept to be evil, grab this once in a lifetime opportunity and grab this spear. Being evil is what is best"

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.

My eyes flashed open and I was back in the marquee on my chair, alive and well, without a scratch on my skin but terribly shaken by the experience as my heart plummeted and brain buzzed madly. “Madam Maxima, what does that demon want from me? Why is it after me?” I cried looking forward, expecting a series of explanations. But, no voice was heard as the motionless figure of Minerva Maxima lay motionless on her chair….Her tender body filled with cracked boils and ghastly marks as a result of thunderously repugnant electrocution. The creature’s voice had addressed Maxima, not Ellie, and the massive lightning discharge and struck her, leading to her gruesome demise. With her crystal ball lying

The evil spirits emitted Qrohm that had reached the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank's Ninth Tribulation middle grade. Lyla was curious to find out what cultivation rank James had reached. However, before she could speak, a black-and-white force struck the four violet-gold evil spirits, causing them to rotate rapidly. Lyla watched in shock as the four evil spirits gradually merged into one. The combined evil spirit slowly enlarged with a dazzling red light and did not stop until it reached hundreds of thousands of meters tall.

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."

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.”