Wicked Souls Mc Novels & Stories

Nimrod spoke first, “She seemed clean. Those rumors must have been false. Even if she is a witch, her entire family must have been one as well. If they were a witch, there must have been one time they had exposed themselves. Yet they lived in this town for decades and nothing out of sorts had been reported.” “Do you know what I think?” Arnold questioned to Nimrod who shook his head as his answer. “The death girl. Wearing all white, dagger on her chest, locked rooms and windows. It is for certain the demonic marriage. Either the girl herself who had sacrificed her soul to be married to a demon or maybe, someone had forced her to. But as we know, only witches could summon demons. My feelings t

"I'm the one you're blaming huh? So you're making me look corrupt? It's your team's fault Zannie because you're not efficient, you prioritize gossiping with the soldiers. All you can do is flirt!" Zannie's ear tingled. She clapped her hands and averted her eyes from the head officer, because if she hadn't done that, she might have stumbled upon it. "Don't be so mean to a woman like me, if you don't want me to divulge the rest of what I've heard. You plan to sell other medical kits so you can have extra income, right? And since the media is coming to broadcast our activity here, you're going to act like you're the victim! "

One born from a thief One who's lineage was stolen from birth Conflicted souls that would always cross the other's path Star-Crossed Souls whose paths were now twisted through deceitful hands Only one thing can declare the outcome One cannot survive without the other Only when the thief falls shall peace reign once more Upon a shining star Hope shall linger through a Holy Point Sleeping from within the depts of a lake Lies a will In the end Someone must always take the fall

He planned on making Liam taste first hand how it feels to be at the bottom of the food chain. To make him watch as he slowly takes everything Liam ever cared about. An evil grin crept on his face at the thought of that. “Today started off pretty well” he mumbled and stood up from the seat he occupied and trailed over to where the bottle of whisky sat and pulled open the cap and poured himself a glance, before throwing two cubes of ice into it. The door opened and Thomas walked in, clad in a black suit that matched his ebony black hair. “Sir, he left the mansion in fear like you said; and he doubled his security” Thomas reported curtly.

Oil mining was their main export; halting it would risk the kingdom’s financial crisis. "None of the temple priestesses are spirit-born; there is only so much that they can do for the energy-" "It's better than nothing." He cut the complaining Alpha off. The kingdom was growing restless over something he had no control over. Spirit-borne wolf priestesses are the rarest form of wolves, so rare that their mere existence spark wars. The last ever case was fifty years ago. The pack they belonged to traded the priestess’s services expensively, ultimately leading to their demise as the less fortunate territories allied for war. Because of that, if such a wolf exists now, it would be kept under tig

' he thought. Wicked Tribe was founded in Lasbonrket. It was known for its different variations of evil spells. It shared the same fame as the Yellow Ghost Tribe from Cesun. Both of them used to be the most popular evil practitioner organizations in history. All of their members were evil practitioners who practiced black magic such as making zombies from dead people, mind control, and others. Most of the time, cultivators were easily tricked and fell into their traps because of their black magic.

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

Chapter 4: The Glorious Lifestyle Of Steel Cowboys Room 42, Kings Canyon Motel, Roadside Motel, Unknown City, South Dakota.... Revving engines filled the surrounding air as "Brick" and his gang lined the parking lot and prepared to take off down the long and winding road in continuation of their journey and the party that seemed to never end whenever they were together. There were about nine of them hitting the road all together and each and everyone of them carried the blood of a beast inside their veins as they fuled up on cocain and alcohol while tearing through town after town reveling in the new found freedom their lifestyle had afforded them. Each member of The Howlers M.C wore a patch

I give up with the chair, removing it from house to place in the yard outside to air dry and hopefully allow the wind to carry away the stench that is Hati. And then I decide to skip sleep and head to the soul room. Happily there’s more than ten souls waiting for me to match them to their Wolf and then their mates. And I start the task for allowing each one to chose their Wolf so I can match them with a mate. I get through six before I come to standstill, picking up a particularly dark black soul. It burns my palm as I hold her, cradling the little ball of fire as I try to figure out who she’s come from.