Evil Nun の小説・ストーリー

Eric took slow walks around her, thinking of the necessary part to start from. He stopped walking and squatted in her front, he wanted her to see his face while he explained the whole thing to her. “I am the son of Evans Draco, the fourth most dangerous man in the mafia world.” He stated with pride and he could see the shock on Rebecca’s face when he said that. “Wanna know who the first is?” He asked, but he didn’t get a reply. Rebecca’s curious gaze was already a reply for him, so he continued. “Your father, Michael Lucas.”

I whispered. "I know!" Eva said, holding one of my hands and kneeling on one knee as a medieval knight. "You don't have to explain. I understand. You must have been forced, right?" What? ! I'm dumbfounded. Eva began to immerse herself in her story and tell it vividly. "Rumor has it that the Black Valley Pack's alpha is a demon. He is cruel and ugly. He killed countless girls. One day, a pure and beautiful girl attracted his attention. He couldn't control his urges, so he... ... Selena, which pack are you again?"

declared Mark angrily. Evelina started laughing loudly. Stopping she said, “Then burn me. Let this woman die along with me. You cannot kill a human. If you do then you will be thrown to Hell,” muttered the soul inside Evelina’s body. “You think I am scared to do that. You had not encountered then a Devil like me till now,” stated Mark and lifted his hand. Pointing his index finger towards the Evelina, he made a fist. The soul from Evelina’s body came out which shocked the soul. The soul was screaming and was telling Mark to forgive it but Mark did not listen to it.

It felt as though time had stopped as he stepped out and banged the door in frustration, obviously in a hurry. That was her Livian! Scratch that. She was awfully wrong. The man was clad in a suit that must have cost six figures and had his black hair combed back neatly. When he turned to head for the elevator, she saw his face a little more clearly. No way. No freaking way. She would recognize those murderous emerald eyes anywhere. The ominous feeling intensified as recognition flooded her mind. That was the devil, Livian Dumont. It had been a decade since she last saw him but she knew it was him. She could feel it from the racing of her heart.

It's like entertainment and when he have enought he just vanished all the Angels and go back to hsi father in hell. But then Win happen, and even he want and even if he can. He can't kill angels. Boss eyed him intently. “You’re planning something. Something evil for your own benefit” The devil snorted. “I do not owe you any explanation for my actions, vampire king. Remember your place boss” "You are calling me king Adom, so I think you already know my position. Me and Man have nothing against you Adom, we just can't let our children die. You have to make a decision and end this war as soon as posible"

The two bloodsuckers Mikali was holding at gunpoint in a dark cavern looked exactly like what Jo had been imagining when she’d picked out two potential snitches in her mind. Both of them were groveling on the ground, sweat pouring from their undead foreheads as they pleaded with the Guardian to let them go. Mikali was glaring at them, standing at his full height, which had to be at least six three since he towered over Jo, alternating the target at the end of his Beretta from one sniveling bastard to the other.

I told him “I know we are both half demon, and you felt like you had to choose your father’s side when you were very young, but I have seen another side of you. I know there is good there too.” “Don’t do this Syn, You can't save me. This is what I was born to be. I am going to be king of hell one day. There isn't a good side to me, Syn. The side you see is the side who has chosen a mate. That side is only for you.” Damien warned me. “You may want to listen to him, sis. Some people, like Damien and myself, are just born evil.” I turned to see a familiar face with those hauntingly familiar eyes.

She was even more happy when said group showed up and watched in horror as what was left of the man was swallowed into the stomach of Jay, she made a note to give something to Jay to help him digest his breakfast. Eva who watched as the mutant beast finished devouring poor Felipe couldn't help but feel burning hatred towards that animal. What she hated most in the end of the world was zombies and mutant animals. They were like mindless monsters that only craved human flesh, but she was immediately happy because that bimbo and the two sickos were inside with the beast who would eat them, she could already imagine a world without those three, after all they had the nerve to not only ignore her

"How... maternal you look." Behind her, Princess Evelynn glided in wearing midnight black, her ruby mouth curved in a smile that promised trouble. Where Ivora was ice, Evelynn was the kind of venom that enjoyed itself — beautiful, deliberate, amused by her own cruelty in a way that made her more dangerous than someone who felt guilt about it. Then came Second Prince Lucian.

“You are evil…” The man spat at her. She arched an eyebrow and looked at the man. “I’m evil?” She asked shocked slightly. She shook her head “Sweetheart…you don’t know evil…you haven’t seen evil..I have…do you know what it is like to hold a dying child in your arms as you bleed out yourself because someone thought it was good to shoot them, just because they weren’t human? How about doing the same thing again, but with twins…and they were your own…would you call the children evil because they were not human? Or would you call their murderer evil? How about the person that burns down a whole town filled with women and children just because they aren’t human? How about being the person that ri