Link Evilman Novels & Stories

"My name is Elena Hart. And I'm here to tell you the truth about my father." The room went silent. I pulled out the photographs. The documents. The letter from Mira Black, signed and dated and notarized twenty-two years ago. I placed them on the table. "Elias Hart wasn't a saint," I said. "But he wasn't the villain you've been told he was. And the man who's been buying up your companies, your assets, your futures?" I looked at Lucien. He nodded. "The real villain," I said, "has been dead for twenty years. But his crimes didn't die with him. And it's time someone paid for them."

“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.”

Her loyalty was legendary in the dark circles of the underworld, driven by an unspoken affection that went beyond mere duty. The Russo family was a formidable force in the underworld, known for their mafia connections and ruthless enforcement of their will. Ellen’s background was marked by unspeakable acts—assassinations, betrayals, and manipulations—carried out with cold precision and a fervent dedication to Helena. Her brutal actions were fueled by a love that transcended professional duty. Arriving at Ellen’s opulent home, Helena was met by a grand entrance hall adorned with dark wood and rich fabrics. Ellen’s residence was a reflection of her family's power, a fortress of both elegance a

And then— Penthouse. Marble floors. Silver fixtures. A view of the entire Manhattan skyline. It was sleek. Silent. Surgical. At the end of the hall, a man waited. Lucian D’Argento. His name didn’t appear in any official database. No public records. No photographs in the tabloids. But Ayla had read enough criminal case files to know that every whispered syndicate report led back to one ghost. The man who erased people. The man who ended families.

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?”

Lantac Golgor—a hated, evil man. Not all Enforcement Officers are evil. I know this, of course. Some are decent, upright, honest, and conscientious. I don’t know if they’re in the majority or the minority. I’ve not had many dealings with the red-coated patrollers. But I have had dealings with Lantac Golgor. And I personally know him to be evil. Worse than evil. Corrupt, heartless, and cruel.

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!”

She paused, letting the name settle. “Today, I strip that shadow away. Today, we bring the devil into the light.” A screen behind her lit up, revealing the grainy but damning image of Elias with the scar on his jaw. “This man has infiltrated businesses, murdered innocents, and attempted to dismantle an empire for one reason: envy. Not justice. Not loyalty. Just envy.” She let the silence linger before dropping the next bomb. “And we have names. Financial trails. Transactions linking Elias to enemies in Paris, Istanbul, and the Triad expansion in Hong Kong.”