Novel & Cerita I Am The Evil Lord Of An Intergalactic Empire

The alien radiated the crushing aura of a mid-level cosmic noble. "I am Lord Vexx of the Orion Conglomerate," the alien sneered, looking down his scaled snout at Jack. "I heard a hairless ape somehow stumbled into the Galactic Mint and caused a localized glitch. Tell me, primate, did you get lost looking for the janitorial supply closet?"

Yet, they aroused a feeling of a dark, untenable evil, death, and an infinitely boundless abyss of savagery. Once he was out of the pool of blood, the Bloody Red Humanoid Figure levorotated it's neck twice, before it spoke, "I've been in this hell of a place for so long, thanks to this blood offering I'm finally revived. Hump! you Lords Of The Skies, just you wait for me. I'm going to be the end of your race and the doom of your descendants." From the way it spoke and the emotion reflected in his voice and face, it was clear he had an intense hatred for the one's it called 'Lords of The sky'.

"Master I'm not sure how to say this... but your life and my life is connected. When you die I die also. That is a master and slave seal. But when I die... you won't... as a slave, a master won't die." "I pity you." "Don't worry Butt I'm going to become Immortal! Hahaha!" "Is it true?" "Yup! I'm going to become an Immortal! You and I will be going to become the Immortal! Luis Park laughed. 'When I become Immortal I will fuck all the Gods here! I will surely kill them!' His thoughts were evil! Butt wiped his tears and smiled. 'My master is not like any master out there. My master is a good person.' Butt thought.

"Yeah, anyway, on the planet where I was raised, there was this particular legend, that when the universal empire of the originals fell and they were wiped from the cosmos, they had a secret plan to bring themselves back, they left these heirs among the lower races, granting them the power to command origins." "Okay," Nya nodded. So there were also legends about the Regis? "Well, there’s strong evidence that these 'heirs' actually exist, and that they possess capabilities beyond adepts and phantasms," Terror explained, “and a whole cabal of them control Hyperion from the shadows,” "Are you getting to anything resembling point soon?" Nya asked impatiently "Suppose you were a handsome, dashing

“Mine. Mine to train and use as I see fit. You are an angel, Miss Ashyver, which means you belong here. With me. To me.” “You could kill him.” The deep voice says from beside me. He sits on the arm of the throne and looks down on me. “And you will train to be an almighty warrior! You will help me bring down this planet and I will rule the empire we raise from the ruins.” The Daemonium keeps talking. “We will be unstoppable.” “You know what?” I look up at the deep voiced man. The wind begins to blow through his hair. It whips and kisses my own. “I think I will.”

Darian’s POV The throne felt colder tonight. Darian Rhadamanthys Draven sat upon the black stone carved from obsidian, older than empires, colder than death. The flames in the great hall of the Obsidian Moon Pack danced across the polished marble floor, reflecting the deep red of his eyes. But they offered no warmth, no comfort. Power had long since dulled into routine. Fear was commonplace. And loneliness... loneliness had rooted itself in the marrow of his bones like a second skin.

rite. She scooped water in her palms and raised it up to the heavens before pouring it in the middle of her head. "May the heavens expel all evil from and around me" she chanted with her eyes closed, not failing to notice the dark aura around her. "May the heavens expel all evil—" "That won't work, princess" the voice came again, "I'm not evil and I'm not here to harm you" Arianna opened her eyes to see the figure sitting lazily at the other end of the tub. One hand on his knee the other leg half immersed in water, the other hand leaning behind him.

His voice was low, but filled with a chilling calmness that mirrored the steel in his eyes. Cyrus’s expression darkened, and he stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You think it’s just me? You’re both dead already. There’s nowhere left to run." He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a knowing malice. "You’ve made a fatal mistake by trusting each other. The empire doesn’t just destroy enemies, Ravenspine. It destroys loyalties."

"He's the only reason I'm here." The amber-eyed man stepped into the light. He was massive, his muscles corded like steel cables under skin that seemed too tight for his frame. This was **Commander Valerius**, the Alpha of the Northern Sector. In the 2026 that had been hidden from us, the "Government" had collapsed into a hierarchy of strength. The Aethel-Corp hadn't just been dreaming for the masses; they had been suppressing the **Shift**.

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l