Left-handed Evil Novels & Stories

So the area beneath his elbow was a blank! Waska’s dominance with his left hand was renowned throughout the entire planet. Every major powerhouse of the three Great Races, and even the humans in the camp of the Black Dragon were aware of how dangerous the Mad Flame was with a weapon in his left hand. Warriors who were able to easily manipulate weapons with their left hands were much more admired than those whose dominance with their right was their greatest strength. For it was a rarity to come across a left-handed warrior. But because Waska rarely used his left hand, over time many noobs had come to regard the news of his ambidextrous gift as a rumor. The top warriors who had faced Waska ho

I apologize. But for those who like it, don't forget to check my other book. I also have a new ongoing one (PULSE: A CONTRACT WITH DAMIEN.) A seven in one book. Let's give you a sneak peek shall we? Vampires -Death. Fae's - Darkness. Demons - Agony. Werewolves - Curse. Humans - Fear. Witches/ Warlocks/ and Beasts - Dark magic. DOOM(HELL) - ALL. ALL THE SPECIES AND THEIR TRIBULATIONS.

"Oh, you have it all wrong, mother dearest. The devil never possessed me. I simply let the him fuck me instead. And it will be you who will be rotting in hell for your sinister acts." "You're a filthy whore. I should have given you away the second you were born. You did this to me. You are to blame for all the evil things I had to do. You should have died instead of my perfect Eve." A dark chuckle erupted from Lucifer as he leaned forward on his throne. His crimson eyes glowed as he looked down at the waste of space before us.

Praim asked-" What is Hellbound sword and what can we do to gain it?" Gina explained while looking down to her small handbook-" I was searching for the weapon that could end a pure evil and then I came across the weapon that holds to end an evil born. The evil borns are neither controlled by the law of nature nor by the law of the underworld. They were purely self-made, hence, the rage inside was inherited from the 7 princes of Hell."

In Ha gazed down and saw the brown floor being scratched. She shuddered and immediately let go of her arms. How could someone younger than her frighten her like this? She continued to stare at Arthur's sword that sparkled under the sunlight. Arthur held it with his left hand. Something that was not explained in the script was that Arthur is a left-handed. She remembered at the end of the story how this sword would have decapitated her, unfortunately In Ha could not remember which hand was holding the sword at that time.

she shrugged. "So do you believe in that?" I asked, ignoring her overly possessive remark. "You mean those legends about half-blood children?" she said. "Well, no." "Why not?" Octavia just looked at me as if I had zero IQ. "Does your butt look like you're missing a tail?" she asked back. I had to bite my lips from screaming at her. "But why are there such legends about dhampires and stuff like that in the books?" "That might be true for defective genes to occur in a human-vampire relationship," Octavia said casually. "But the same with humans and humans. You know how genetics can mess up sometimes, don't you?"

“I can smell the magic on you.” How the fuck did he know that? “I don’t...” “Let me make this very simple for you.” His hand shot out, wrapping around my throat and lifting me off the ground. My feet kicked uselessly in the air. “You have two choices. Help me eliminate the other coven members, and I’ll let you live. Refuse, and I’ll rip your throat out right now.” I clawed at his hand, trying to pry his fingers loose, but it was like trying to move steel. Spots danced at the edges of my vision.

This was planned. Coordinated. Precise. Three from the front. Two circling wide. One waiting. Watching. Smart. I smiled. “Good.” I lunged forward, meeting the first wave head-on. Claws tore into flesh. Teeth clashed. The forest exploded into movement. One wolf leapt for my throat. I shifted mid-motion, my body twisting violently as bone cracked and reshaped— Human. My hand caught its jaw mid-air. I drove a blade straight through its skull.

The floor was a mixture of her blood and champagne. The alcohol seeped into the wound on her abdomen, fresh blood oozing from the barely healed incision. Her face turned deathly pale. Through blurred vision, she saw Lucas carefully inspecting Natelie for injuries. His hands trembled as he checked her arms and shoulders. For a moment, she saw the Lucas from two years ago—the one who used to stand in front of her. She tried to reach out to Lucas with her shaking hands. However, before she could do so, her strength gave out. Her arm fell limply to the ground.

Elsa tried to talk but Axel pressed the barrel closer to her temple. “You don’t get to explain. Not here.” Elsa was crying now, hands shaking, realization crashing into her too late. “Axel… please…” “You were never the target,” he said without looking at her. “You were the pawn.” He finally turned his gaze back to Alessandro and Thomas. “For years, you both used me to cover your tracks and do your evil deeds. But today, before the mafia council and everyone, you’ll be punished for your actions.” Upon seeing he was losing, Alessandro decided to come up with his main strategy.