Link Evilman Novels & Stories

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.

As they were lifted into the belly of the massive ship, Elara felt a momentary surge of relief—until she saw who was waiting on the hangar deck. The Ghost of the Past The hangar was filled with high-tech equipment, mismatched servers, and people in lab coats carrying tactical rifles. Standing at the center was a man with a prosthetic arm and a face scarred by chemical burns. "Elara," the man said, his voice a gravelly rasp. "You’ve been busy. I saw the news. You married the Devil’s son." "I married a man who is trying to kill the Devil, Silas," Elara said, stepping onto the deck. "This is Lucian. And these are the children."

He nodded, saying nothing, asking nothing. Livia continued, “Back in that cave, I saw a man… the one who trained her, someone incredibly dangerous. He’s cunning, unpredictable—he saw through our plan with almost nothing to go on. She and I both believe he’s a serious threat.” Elias chimed in, “His name is Jim, though you may know him by other aliases. In the underworld, he’s practically a myth. His influence is widespread—he’s trained countless assassins, thieves… and many still follow his orders. No real name, just identities. Emma left a note: once he’s got his eyes on you, you’re not shaking him off.”

An unfathomable relief broke out on my pale face at the sight of them being alive and well. They froze in terror noticing me stuck to the wall above the ground. No word escaped through their petrified mouth which kept hanging with shock. Malena was thunderstruck to discover them alive and unharmed, she looked hither thither to notice any sign of her slave but found none. However, her anxious expression subsided within a moment, restoring her malevolent coolness. “Ah, Ellie's friends, how I completely forgot about them. How about I let the soul witness a few more deaths before devouring it,” she whispered, glancing at me, then placing her poisonous stare on them.

His little beady eyes filled with tears. I sighed and scrubbed a hand down my face. I squeezed Machine’s shoulder for him to take over. An evil grin took over Evan’s face. The guy had too many loose screws in his head. But that was why I also needed him. He was notorious for getting information. Twirling a knife in his hand he stalked towards the bloody man in the chair. “We are going to play a little game. It’s called I am going to cut things off until you talk. Don’t worry I’ll make sure that you stay alive until you do.” Machine crouched down in front of the man.

Edith is too pristine to understand all these things though her father, brothers and everyone from the family tried to make her understand. I do not understand why Shelton is after Edith. Edith is immaculate but he is a smart crook. I am more than sure that he knows about mafia connections of Allen and his son Charles Rodriguez. More than all this there is a mysterious power behind Edith that will always keep protecting her and the name of that strength is myself, Allesandro Martin.

The other two were men, but their eyes glowed red under the streetlight. “Evelyn.” The snake-man hissed. “The Lilim.” “Who are you?” My voice was firm, but my heart raced. “Your ticket to the black market.” He smiled, revealing venomous fangs. “Meizan sends his regards.” Jess grabbed my arm. “Eve, what is happening? Who are these guys?” “Jess, run.” “What?” “RUN!” The snake-man advanced. Nox exploded. There was no other word to describe it.

“I thought we were laying low after yesterday.” Elara’s eyes didn’t leave the map. “We were surviving. That ends now. She thinks she can isolate me by scaring everyone off? Fine. I’ll make her afraid to stand still.” Marcus stepped closer, scanning the red pins. “Who’s first?” Elara tapped the photo of a man clipped to the corner of the map. “Evan Cole. He’s her money man. Runs all the laundering through his casino on East Wharf. Without him, her cash flow slows—and cash is her lifeblood.”

The only person who might hate me more for saying that is Tyranna, judging by the rolling of her eyes. Sitting with Derek and Tyranna in the back corner is also Jason Martin, Jerald Alexander, William Evans, and the emo twins, Caroline and Benjamin Diggle. All fairly innocuous names for a bunch of ‘Children of the Undead,’ so they all have to correct me and inform me of their ‘Dark Lord’ names. After Tyranna, however, I was done and I don’t even bother to remember the rest, opting instead to simply refer to them as the Evil League of Evil Applicants.