Left-handed Evil Novels & Stories

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

I stood up and clenched my fist. “Exoneratio!” I exclaimed then red runes appeared and danced around my body. My heart was throbbing so fast. I gasped for an air, catching for my breath. Black smoke came out from my body and it was slowly forming into a figure of a demon with twinkling red eyes. He’s showing up his true demon form. He has many horns surrounding his head, forming like a crown. He has a long right hand with long sharp claws made of steel. All fingers in his left hand are wearing gold rings shining brightly. “D*mn it! What are they planning to do?” I heard Vela cursed. Goddess Lumia is trying to hold her back. She is just buying us time.

A face only a mother could love. I squeezed my eyes shut as it turned my head... But Bax... Then its attention snapped up the hill in the opposite direction of where we just rolled from, as if it could hear what I couldn’t, making almost all of its weight painfully shift onto my left arm. I used this moment to buck my hips and toss it off me, quickly rolling to my stomach and staggering to my feet, coughing up the blood working to drown me and spitting it out. I refused to break eye contact as I pulled my club from my bag.

“You are evil…” The man spat at her. She arched an eyebrow and looked at the man. “I’m evil?” She asked shocked slightly. She shook her head “Sweetheart…you don’t know evil…you haven’t seen evil..I have…do you know what it is like to hold a dying child in your arms as you bleed out yourself because someone thought it was good to shoot them, just because they weren’t human? How about doing the same thing again, but with twins…and they were your own…would you call the children evil because they were not human? Or would you call their murderer evil? How about the person that burns down a whole town filled with women and children just because they aren’t human? How about being the person that ri

“Do it. I don’t give a fuck.” The laughter echoed, unnatural and terrifying. I couldn’t look at him anymore. The man I’d stood beside moments ago, ready to vow my future to, was gone. This creature kneeling in his place was something else entirely—psychotic, gleeful in his evil. My stomach churned; I turned my face away, heart hammering in pure fear. Sage’s jaw clenched, rage radiating off him like heat from a fire. His finger tightened on the trigger. “Any final words?”

The trial didn’t feel like a victory; it felt like an autopsy. For six months, the world peered into the jagged, hollowed-out remains of the Laredo empire, picking through the bones of Ares Holdings and the “Contingency Fund” with a voyeuristic hunger. Every headline was a fresh bruise: The Incestuous Titan, The Silent Mother, The Girl in the Glass Cage.

I said quietly. Observer One glanced at me. “Define good.” “They’re done hiding,” I answered. “Which means they’re done thinking long-term.” Dominic’s gaze locked with mine, fierce approval, shared understanding. “War just simplified,” he said. Our hands found each other again, not for comfort... For alignment. And somewhere in the dark network outside... Helix Crown moved.

This was the real cost of the empire Sandro had built. This was the devil she had married. Yet beneath the revulsion, a twisted attraction stirred. The way he stood there, powerful and unyielding, blood on his hands because someone had dared threaten her… it unlocked a primal part of her she hated herself for acknowledging. Her body still hummed from their earlier encounters, and now this raw display of dominance only heightened the conflicting pull inside her. She was horrified. She was also, shamefully, drawn to the monster who would burn the world to keep her safe.

The burn of the alcohol did nothing to dull the memory. He had lost control. Completely. Adrian prided himself on his absolute containment. He was a man who calculated every breath, every move, every transaction. But the moment Luca had looked at him with those wide, terrified eyes and screamed that he hated him, a primal, ugly dark thing had snapped inside Adrian’s chest. The word hate had felt like a physical strike, a refusal of the ownership Adrian had tried so desperately to cement.