Novel & Cerita Evillious Chronicles

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?

Serenya took the first step inside. The throne room glowed with braziers, though the light only sharpened shadows clinging to the gilded pillars. Thalric Veynor sat upon the throne itself, his lips curling into a predator’s smile as his black eyes fixed on her. He rose, his voice echoing across marble. “Ah, the ghost returns.” He spread his arms, mockery dripping from every syllable. “We had begun to think the last Vale blood had gone to ash. But here you stand—Serenya Vale, child of twilight.”

I could feel the King of Sorrows retreating, weakened by the Priest’s light, but I could also feel the Priest’s killing intent growing. The Priest raised the mace for the final blow. The air around the weapon began to hum, the light turning a blinding, lethal violet. But I didn't look at the Priest. I looked at the shadows behind him. The nine other Elowens—the ghosts of my past lives—were no longer chanting. They were moving. They crawled out of the darkness, their broken limbs snapping and popping as they surrounded the Priest. They weren't the beautiful women they had once been; they were the versions of me that Julian had destroyed. One had a purple ring around her neck. Another had a ho

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

After I returned home from traveling abroad, I found that our housekeeper had sued my husband and me. In court, she cradled her protruding belly and said with heart-wrenching anguish, "Gary and his wife are absolute scum! Under the guise of hiring a housekeeper, they lured me into their home, tied me to a bed, and abused me. "The child I'm carrying is Gary's!" Her mother, meanwhile, was sobbing uncontrollably. "Those two monsters have ruined my daughter's life. They deserve the death penalty!" No sooner had she spoken than a chorus of curses against my husband and me erupted from the gallery. "That scum is utterly brazen. He didn't even show up for the hearing! He must be punished sever

Kendall began to draw on my right thigh—a complex, sprawling design that burned where it touched. She picked up the vial and uncorked it. “Inhale this. It’s the catalyst.” The smell hit me like a freight train—bitter, acrid, like rotten eggs and decay. It flooded my lungs, and then everything exploded. My vision went white. My body felt like it was on fire. I could hear my heartbeat like a drum pounding in my skull. And underneath that, a presence. Dark, ancient, and hungry. It slithered into my mind, coiling around my thoughts.

like this velliam:- you have to trust me juliana:- please trust him for 1 time jammy:- if you say so (she trying to strip her cloth) velliam:- you don't have to do that let me just touch. and then you get unconscious are you ready (then velliam touch her and she became unconscious. novistle get in tension) velliam:- let me see through your past and soul juliana:- what happen velliam:- I think her parents soul are still live in her heart that cause she can't accept her past and slowly her parents soul make void in her heart

Wardric's actions astounded the audience. Wardric exclaimed, "I know what you're doing, or at least how you're doing it, and I'm not going to utilize the grimoire any longer!" He rushed forward, shooting a trail of burning fire that danced across the concrete floor, charring it as it approached Norval. Norval reacted immediately by grabbing for another vial and crushing it in his palm, but Wardric slid beneath Norval's reach and drew out a vial that stood out from the rest. It was labeled ‘Neutralizer' and had a green lining on the glass walls. Wardric pulled it from his utility belt and thrust it into the other hand of Norval. He seized Norval's palm with both hands and crushed it, smashing