Iruma Kun Evil Cycle Novels & Stories

“Then you leave me no choice.” Aiden stepped forward from behind, his hand resting on her shoulder. “You don’t have to do this alone,” he said softly. “I do,” Iris replied, tears sliding silently down her cheeks. “This is my burden to carry.” Damon’s voice echoed faintly in her mind—a memory or perhaps a lingering fragment of his spirit. Sometimes, the strongest thing you can do is end a cycle of pain. Iris nodded to herself. She raised her hands high, the mark of the twin wolves on her wrist blazing brighter than ever before. The light expanded into an enormous circle around her and Lyra, sealing them both within an ethereal dome.

You will need every once of determination you can draw from your reservoir of revenge. Becoming lost in this evil forest is an integral part of this process, and, presumably, you’ll never find your way back.

Bound by the Spiral’s law. But something twisted them. A tear in the Spiral. A hunger fed by betrayal. Malrik wept as they turned on him, their flames no longer gold, but black. Consuming all. The first Hollowed Flame was born not of rage but sorrow. And I saw her. A woman cloaked in light. Not a goddess, but close. She carried a child marked as I was. “She is the cycle’s end,” the woman said. “And its rebirth.” The vision shattered.

“How much longer? Her power is supposed to be transferring to us by now.” Vendetta scowled, her crimson eyes narrowing. “It’s taking longer than expected. Something’s resisting the process.” The room trembled, a faint rumble that grew stronger with each passing second. Valen’s gaze snapped to Irwin, whose eyes now glowed faintly with an otherworldly light. “What’s happening?” Valen demanded, stepping back. Vendetta gripped her staff tighter, her confidence wavering. “The chains… they’re weakening.” Irwin felt it—an ancient force stirring deep within her, one that had been locked away for far too long. The replica’s taunts, Valen’s arrogance, Vendetta’s cruelty—they all ignited a fire in her

I had yet to speak before Iris turned her wide eyes and paling face up at me, the whole of her small frame trembling. Abruptly, she crumpled. My hands were reaching to catch her before I could think better of it. I felt it then– once again the bond between us had somehow intensified– Iris had been overcome by a spike of terror, dread sunken into her like claws, fleeing now as her consciousness faded from her. But the emotions had slung across the mate bond, slamming in and ringing in my mind. Iris had thought I was going to kill her.

Luke felt his heart pounding. Because he recognized that pattern too. It sounded exactly like Lily. The Lily he knew. The woman who constantly chose people over power. The woman who kept saving others even when it hurt. The woman he loved. Mira looked toward him. Then quietly said: "In every cycle..." A pause. "Someone reaches the End." The room darkened. The lighthouse window continued glowing. "In every cycle..." Another pause. "Someone enters the Last Lighthouse." Luke hated where this was heading.

Elena frowned. “What?” The former Successor looked at Root. “You cannot defeat Root inside the cycle infrastructure.” “Then what do we do?” It looked toward the countless other Cities now visible across the network. “You change what a cycle is.” Mira froze. Root's head snapped toward the former Successor. For the first time, genuine alarm appeared on her face. “Do not continue.” Everyone noticed. Lucas smiled. “Oh.” The former Successor looked at Elena. “Root can roll back Cycle 413 because she has a defined cycle boundary.”

"She cries whenever she feels Aurelian's pain." A lump formed in my throat. "And the worst part?" Iris whispered painfully. "Even after everything… some part of me still loves him too." "You want to hear something strange?" "Yes…" "You once saved Aurelian from the hands of the highest Lycan council," Iris said. "And you were the same person to put six bullets in his head." I laughed because she was right. I was pissed off and saw it as an opportunity. "Diana was also a villain. She teamed with Nicholas," Iris said. "Are you serious?" "Very serious."

she voiced with a stressed-out tone. "There's more of that thing?" Ruby asked in alarm. "Quite, but not of the same kind. This one's a real Evil Eye. It blasts a dark energy at everything that it sees moving, completely decimating things and leaving behind nothing more than ashes. I've currently trapped it in the basement. It will be quite a work but Venrir and I can handle it however that thing is something I can't contain alone. And I doubt that it will wait until I finish with this one before he kills someone."

he spits disrespectfully and I cannot believe how much Tyrone has changed. Iris doesn’t answer him but instead begins to chant under her breath. Tyrone growls and moves to lunge at her, and I hold my breath wanting to scream ‘Look out!’ but couldn’t due to me being weak and my injuries. The moon shaped mark on Grandma Iris’ forehead glowed bright and when she opened her eyes, both eyeballs glowed bright blue, like she embodies the moon goddess herself. Suddenly, Tyrone’s body drops dead on the ground. After that, Liana’s presence grow weak as does my body, the last thing I see is Grandma Iris’ eyes and mark going back to normal before my head falls back to the ground.