Len Servant Of Evil Mga Nobela at Kwento

I furrow my eyebrows pretending I don't understand what he's saying "No what?" "You can't have him. He's El Rey's nephew" "Tell me something I don't know" Salazar leans towards me until our faces are inches apart then says "Don't mistake him for a good man. Of the two, Kahlo is a lesser evil. That means he might have a shred of humanity but he's no angel. You have no idea what he'll do to you when he finds out you were behind El Rey's death. And trust me, he will eventually find out"

He produced the list of souls and the servant crossed off the names of the souls that had been collected by his other servants since his last drop off. “Good work,” he added as the servant wordlessly walked down the stairs to drop off his soul. The hardest part of being the ruler of the underworld was getting used to having lots of servants around that didn’t speak and stared at him blankly. An amusing quirk of the system was that the servants retained a similar appearance to whoever the ruler of the underworld at the time. In his case it meant they all had long gray hair and pale faces. Out of the three of them he was the only one to have emotionless servants. Draven had other demons in hel

"I don't know what you're talking about." Another crack echoed through the room, followed by another scream. The servant collapsed sideways, clutching his mangled hand as sweat poured down his face. His entire body trembled, yet he still shook his head stubbornly. For the first time, Merrin crouched in front of him. The simple movement felt far more terrifying than the violence. His voice dropped into a quiet growl. "You seem to believe death is the worst thing waiting for you." The servant froze. Merrin's eyes turned colder.

Bren instantly obeyed. Rolkan turned to me again. “Explain yourself.” I stood. My wooden leg scraped against the floor, but I didn’t let the pain show. “Your son stabbed a servant,” I said. “He stabbed Erwin of the servant hall.” Rolkan’s eyebrows shot up. “Why would he do that?” “He was angry,” I said. “And he took it out on someone smaller.” Bren glared up at me. “I told you he isn’t worth all of this. You’re acting like he’s—”

I was eighteen when I left my pack. I ran away with Stanley, my fated mate. He never gave me a proper mating ceremony. But I loved him. I would have done anything. I watched him build his pack. Become an Alpha. Take over half the territories in the North. The first time we made love, he marked my neck and promised me a grand ceremony. One day. I kept waiting. For over twenty years, I tried to be the perfect Luna for him. Then came my forty-fifth birthday. I thought it was time. Time for that ceremony he promised, in the sacred springs of Starfall Valley. But he had another surprise for me. I found him in our pack’s private hot spring, pinning his dead brother’s mate beneath him. That’s when

“In any case… We can spare you the pain if you know what’s best for yourself. “But if you don’t, then don’t blame me for what happens next. “Not only do I have to cripple you, but I’d have to break every single bone in your body as well! What a waste of time, right?” Serval sighed, showing mock pity. “Of course, young and talented people like you would always act smug… “If you think you can get out of the situation just because you’re a God of War… “Then resist as you please. I’ll make your life a living hell if you do!”

Sergio was also a Rank 9 Evolved One. "Sylvester, my friend, a person named Lucas has invaded Sky Blue Base City. However, we weren’t informed of such an incident," said Sergio while looking at Sylvester. Sylvester's expression turned extremely dark. His most beloved grandson had died in the hands of Lucas. He would not be able to get rid of the hatred within him if he did not tear Lucas into pieces. At that moment, a young lad strolled out from the Seafield household as the Seafields tailed behind him.

“I swear if I’ll ever see his face again, I will smash it into the rocks and take out those red eyes of his.” “What about Shadowhunter, Arth,” Eli said. “How was it fighting against him?” “Very difficult,” Arth replied. “That one’s very tricky, as he can hide and jump out of nowhere.” “Yeah,” Eli nodded, “such a pain dealing with him.” “I wonder who the other High Servants were.” “We’ve captured one of them. Jack did.” Arth turned towards the man, who had long black hair and a sharp face, staring at the dancing flames. Jack had been quiet the entire time. Arth never seven saw him talk. Sometimes he’d get reminded of Janshai only by the face.

He held my hand tightly, as though my pulse beneath his fingers was the only proof that I was real. When Matilda finally left, silence filled the tent — thick and tender. Kaelen sat beside me, his eyes tracing every cut, every bruise. “Tell me what they did to you,” he said quietly. I hesitated. “They made me a servant. Tried to break me. Serena—” His body went rigid at her name. “She’s the Evil King’s daughter,” I continued softly. “She betrayed us long before she joined him. I destroyed the runes they were using to control the rogues. That’s why I’m here. The spell’s broken.”

he chuckled as spat out those words, there was only one name that came into my mind at that moment "Lu..." "Lucan" he muttered cutting my words short as he had a slight grin on his face, like a proud husband looking at his wife for doing something amazing. "How.... could he do such" i asked my voice breaking, 'the scar must've hurt so bad' i wondered. "The fight between i and Lucan, is a fight between good and evil, and everything i have tried to do for the sake of humanity Lucan always destroys it" he continued, his gaze still not leaving mine "And i have come to understand that you can't fight evil with being to good Serena" hearing his last words i look up from his scar meeting his intens