Link Evilman Novels & Stories

They were searing, glowing with a violet intensity that mirrored the countdown on the monitors. 00:04:15 "You’re a battery, Elara," Genevieve repeated, her voice rising above the electronic din. "My brother, Elias, was a sentimental fool, but he was a genius. He knew the human body was the only thing that could stabilize a neural-link of this magnitude. He didn't just give you a soul; he gave you the Anchor." "Julian, kill the servers!" I shouted, the pain at my throat becoming a white-hot needle. Julian didn't hesitate. He swung his rifle toward the glowing coolant stacks, but before he could pull the trigger, the shadows in the corners of the room detached themselves.

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

"Try not to start any wars. We just cleaned up from last year." The main deck held perhaps two hundred people, human and supernatural criminals whose combined activities shaped global underground. Elena recognized handles from legendary exploits. Reaper, who'd crashed three stock markets simultaneously. Banshee, whose malware infected every military satellite. Eclipse, the shapeshifter who'd impersonated seven world leaders. "Fresh meat," someone growled behind her. "PhantomByte thinks Geneva makes them player." Elena turned slowly, finding a massive werewolf whose scarred face suggested violent history. His handle…Fang, was known for eliminating competition permanently.

From the start, the robed man’s and Pete’s seal target had been Elisa! Damien handed Caleb to a nearby housekeeper. Minutes later, he descended into the underground chamber to face the robed man, who had been tortured to the brink of death. The robed man’s eyes were unfocused, his body barely clinging to life. But when he saw Damien, a flicker of hope it up in his gaze. Summoning the last of his strength, he said, “Mr. Russell, Pete planted a venomous create in Elisa–the Heart Eater!

He probably had some connections with a few shady characters as well. And he was also an assassin, so I knew that he had pissed a few people off. “Ding, ding, ding!” The man laughed, the sound sending a shiver down my spine and raising goosebumps on my skin. “Chase Blackwell, the devil himself.” “But why?”

The man smirked as he pulled a chair and sat opposite me. Shit, he looks like the devil himself. He has a long scar across his face, giving him that dangerous look. “I am Alex Wilston,” he spoke, his voice holding authority and it was cold. His dirty blond hair was tossed. His eyes were black, almost like a demon was hiding behind those eyes. This man was truly evil. Something tells me he wasn't afraid to die because he didn't care who he had taken.

For some reason, she hadn’t received any news from that “evil wolf”. Vivian wasn’t sure if she should be happy or worried, but she continued with her plan as usual. Her old classmate had replied to her message. According to the rumors, Levin Enterprise had previous connections to the underworld but managed to wash their hands clean through the efforts of two generations. At least, they wouldn’t be able to find any evidence of Levin Enterprise’s illegal businesses.

Reminded me what I was capable of. “You claim to have dirt on my uncle,” I said finally, voice low and calm. The kind of calm that preceded carnage. “Start talking. And pray it’s worth my time.” The man swallowed hard, chains rattling. “Elias… The Ghost. He’s not as untouchable as he pretends. There’s a secondary base. Old Volkov family routes along the eastern smuggling corridor. Abandoned warehouses your father used twenty years ago. He’s been using them to move mercenaries and weapons without your network knowing.”

Colton leaned right into my ear and I shivered as he whispered, “What would a man like that do to a member of the Council elite guard, sent to spy on him and to ruin the empire that he is building?” I hated to admit it, but I had read the report. The background on Elias was that he was ruthless and unforgiving. But I had met the man underneath. I had seen a nicer, more caring side to Elias. Did that mean that he wasn’t a bad guy? No. I was here to find evidence that we could use against him to prove that he was a part of the worst underground criminal organisation that the world didn’t know existed. The mate bond couldn’t change that, and couldn’t change the type of person he was. No matter

the old man said. “Speak!” Lady Velkria yelled, standing up. “In the future, the one they call the devil will walk in shadows,” the old man declared. “ He will be the destiny you cannot escape… he is your doom.” A powerful wind blew through the hall, shaking the flames. “What do you mean?” Lady Velkria demanded. “Who is he?” “He is Liam Destyra,” the old man said. He collapsed instantly, dying on the spot…his body disappearing into thin air.