Link Evilman Novels & Stories

Jayden’s expression shifted slightly upon seeing his mortal enemy. He did not expect this brainless woman to join hands with him. “Hello! Welcome, Mr. Evan,” Lilian walked up to the man and extended her hand. But even after a few seconds had passed, the man didn’t show any intention of shaking hands with her. Lilian felt embarrassed, but it did not discourage her. “Mr. Evans?” someone asked, confused. “Which Mr. Evan is this?” Lilian rolled her eyes. “Who else could it be but the legendary Lucas Evan of Sin City?”

Charlie sneered in contempt as he said, “You actually have the nerve to say that you are invincible with this kind of basic ability? It’s no wonder why you are brothers with Jack Yaleman! The both of you are just useless people who are good at bragging!” Falco frowned as he asked, “You know my younger brother, Jack Yaleman?!” Charlie nodded as he said casually, “I know him. Jack Yaleman, the metaphysics master from Hong Kong. It was said that one of his handmade talismans could be sold for hundreds of thousands of dollars. However, he was being so pretentious and thought that he could do whatever he wanted to when he came to Aurous Hill last year. As a result, he could not even fight back at

Ever since he entered this room that looked like a large meeting room, Aryadi could only pacing around restlessly. The door to the room suddenly opened and a burly man in a red coat entered. Linda recognizes him as Rokan Allegro, a vampire who leads the Indonesian Immortal Center or INDICENT as well as this headquarters. The man had a stern face with blue eyes and dark skin. Just like Elder Damar, he is also a Caucasoid of the Halmahera Tribe, which is mysterious in the eyes of humans. “Master.” Linda gritted her teeth as she moved a little closer. “Why did the witches find Barbara's place being held captive this late? We won't have time to save that girl!”

“Without thinking much, I accepted the deal and that’s how I became a spy for the unknown person. I was given information on what to do through the man and I did it. And after one month of working for the person my sister was found alive” “Where is the man now?” Lucius asked. “Dead, he was killed when attempted to kidnap Ma Eva the day she came back from a vacation from China” Frank replied. “So that was also done by that unknown person?, were all the attacks then from him too?” “Yes, every attack was from him and he was the one that told me to set the orphanages on fire” he added. “And this was after the other man died, so how do you receive instructions from the unknown person after the ma

He gave one instruction: find Justin. Three days later, the investigator returned. “Justin Morano,” he said, sliding a photo across Elias’s desk. “A gang leader. Has ties to your father. They’ve done business before. Arms deals. Laundering. Low-profile, but very real.” For the first time in months, Elias felt hope. A thread worth pulling. He arranged a meeting with Justin in a quiet warehouse on the city’s edge. The man arrived late, flanked by bodyguards, his presence reeking of danger and defiance. He wasn’t interested in talking—until Elias said one thing:

His hair, turned silver with age, fell gently over a face that had long forgotten how to smile. Elias Stone. Founder and Commander of VORTEX. To the world, he was just a wealthy philanthropist funding genetic research for “disease control.” But to the hidden supernatural community, he was a monster…the ghost that hunted their kind, the man whose labs turned their kin into test subjects.

“Only one person. The leader of the Damned Forsaken, Razor Grothman.” I nod to him. “Jase confirmed the serial killers’ link during torture,” I inform those present. It’s dark out, where we located the streetlamp is out, so it hid us within the shadows. “Razor Grothman is the guy who almost killed Lockie,” Ali adds. My eyebrows lift in surprise. “All I want to know is the guy on the list?” Sawyer asks Ali and Callum. “Yeah, he is,” Callum rasps out. “Good,” I snarl. “He almost killed us the other night.”

Her psycho landlord, who was rotting in hell, just had to have had an equally psycho older brother who gave crime a whole new definition. Everyone in Europe knew who Lucius Del Aviv was or at least had heard about his ventures. From kidnapping a middle eastern prince from the royal palace of Snowville two years ago to the bombing of a five star hotel in wales on the night when it hosted powerful dignitaries of the country. How about the drugs and young children he moved about? Why? Because he could. Those were all the ways he used to keep himself from jail all this time. Lucius was an evil man. An evil man with such intelligence that none of his crimes ever traced back to him. And Celine had

The shattered mahogany of the master study settled onto the imported rug in a cloud of heavy, completely silent dust. The pale moonlight pouring through the floor to ceiling windows caught the ice in the intruder's crystal bourbon glass. Elias Sterling. The older brother who had supposedly burned to death in the Palermo docks fifteen years ago. The ghost whose brutal murder had completely forged Lucian into the ruthless, apocalyptic King of the American underworld.