Len Servant Of Evil Novels & Stories

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

I queried. "I am your weakness. You are my weakness but that only makes us stronger. You are the daughter of a man who was once known as the Bratva devil and now it's your turn to step in change that. Be as ruthless and cold hearted as him but remember that you will never act as low as he did. You will be respected but not by fear by the way you lead your men. Understood?" When I nod he continued. "Those who hold against us die." I nod again and assert. "No mercy."

"Alas, you're really unlucky. My servant has a bad temper." His tone was full of helplessness, pity, and a hint of schadenfreude. Gudong! Joshua Terrell’s throat moved with difficulty. Joshua Terrell's mouth moved and he said in a dry voice, "Is this... a servant?" Before he could finish his words, Master Eva Green rose more than a foot high in front of him, looking down at him coldly. People around exclaimed at the same time. "Heavenly Spirit Realm!" "Master! Master is here!"

I stood there for a moment with my cheek on fire and the world slightly tilted. Nobody moved to stop him. Alaric Virelli watched from a few feet away with that same blank expression, as though this were simply a step in a process he had already anticipated. "You don't get to choose your life," Dorian said. His voice had gone very calm, the way it always did when he had already made up his mind about something. "Not here. Not anywhere. You have no money, no future, no family. You have nothing, Evelina. At least this way, you're useful."

"Isaac isn't a good person. When he loved me, he gave me everything. But when he didn't, he treated me like dirt. He even went after my family's company. "Take it from someone who's experienced it—what happened to me will happen to you. Turn back before it's too late." Vivian really knew how to put on an act. All it took was a few tears and some sweet talk, and suddenly everyone was on her side. Unfortunately for her, she was dealing with Arlene, who was known as the Iron Fist of Alluvial Flats. No way would Arlene be brought down by some cheap tricks from a two-faced woman like Vivian.

he said. "Really?" Irene asked still crying. "Yes." Mr Williams nodded. "Do you remember the Jacobs" Irene asked. Mr Williams instantly broke the hug taking a step back. "We don't talk about traitors who have been eliminated by the clan. Why bring this old topic up?" Mr Williams asked with a brow raised. "Ehm... Nothing. It just crossed my mind." Irene replied. "You know Scott and Kirov still hate us coz the clan forced them to..." "Enough." Mr Williams cut her off.

[Seraphine’s POV] "Good afternoon, residents of Silverbrook Haven who have gathered here. Thank you for taking the time to come to this place. I am Seraphine Valentina. And what you are about to witness will, to some extent, determine the future of our village." I gave them a brief explanation of what I would do with Gevanny's body afterward. In the eyes of those who have been in this village for a long time, Gevanny was the most loyal servant of Cassian Maximilian.

“Of all the people, it just had to be you.” “It’s not like I wanted this to happen. It would have been a bad situation if it was anyone else and besides, I consider myself a pretty good soldier so I should be able to handle this. I have been preparing my entire life to get back at the Queen.” The General was silent for a bit. “Yeah… I’m sure you will do well.” Ace was called over by the General and when he told him what he had to do he was more than happy to say yes. Not even hesitating no matter how hard Gwen glared at him.

“You’re too smart for your own good.” She smirked. “And you’re too stubborn for yours.” There was a long pause. Then, he spoke again, lower. “Get dressed. You’re coming.” The ride to Echelon was silent, save for the rumble of thunder and the low growl of the engine. Valerio wore the expression of a man descending into hell. Sera had seen that look before—when he’d hunted men who touched what was his. But this time, it was deeper. There was history in his silence. Wounds she hadn’t yet tasted.