Evil Rick Novels & Stories

All he can hear was the sound of a kid crying for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." The voice of the little girl sounds familiar, Doctor Morgan was in fear that moment, but he tried to keep calm despite the creepy scenario. He tried to looked around but he can see nothing but the blinding darkness, he heard the voice of the kid, chuckling, laughing and crying out for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." "Who killed you?" "Mentris... Mentris.... He will come to kill you Doctor Morgan!"

She stayed put in the car, praying deep in her heart that the cops shouldn’t show up, also, she has never heard her father said that the cops caught El Diablo, so maybe she would survive this, but she also prayed that no one should spot them and raise an alarm. Lucian turned the handle of the door and it creaked open, the house was so dark but he wasn’t bothered about that, rather he reached into his pocket and got out his night vision goggles. He made his way up the stairs, his gun ready at hand. He pushed open the first door he saw and he saw a lump on the bed, approaching, he noticed it was the daughter sleeping peacefully on the bed. There were tear lines on her face and it was obvious s

I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning. Eren puts on his matte black integral helmet and springs one leg to the other side of his seat to sit on it. I admire him as he starts the mammoth machine, revving it a few times till it backfires a blue smoky light, causing a fractious pulsating sound. I must admit, Eren is a sexy badass on that monster.

“But how is it possible? Yer dead.” I give him a shy smile and wave. “Hi…I’m actually…my name is Lana,” I sputter nervously as a blush crawls up my cheeks. He might look like the actor, but his melodic voice is different. Where the actor was British, Rafael has a light, Scottish lilt. It’s not as obvious as Lucifer’s or Michael’s, but it’s there. Lucifer gives me a bemused snicker and whispers, “Stop ogling my little brother, lest I get jealous, luv.”

What does he mean by between us? "Rhyker and I were enemies more like competitors, every year there was a competition where they held who is the best prince of the world. I always ended up being the second while he was the first because of his smart brain and his preoccupation with his people, I wasn't like him and soon fell into the dark world which was dealing, murdering and human trafficking. I took an interest in human trafficking, it was more heartless and horrible for humanity." He's not human. Definitely.

Rick interrupted my thoughts. “They won't last long in my pack.” Surely, they would try to come after me again. And this time, with full force and I wouldn't see it coming—you know those things villains do when it's their last resort plan. They go harder—they acquire what they want mercilessly and I am ever ready for them. “What can I do?” Rick asked, “I mean, it could be anyone. Should I have all the maids and gammas questioned again—with the seer around?”

This is what Mike does: if there are some groups that dare to betray, then he will destroy them, and there will be no survivors. Mike never chooses not to hurt women or children. If a meta betrayed, then they deserved to die, no matter if it was a woman or a child. Mike also doesn't care if they don't know what his family members are doing because all he knows is that he has dared to challenge Mike, so he must also be willing to die because of their own carelessness. "Get him alive," Mike pleaded with his men, who were chasing the traitor. Mike was currently in a small, run-down house. The air vents were very small, and the room was quite dark. Out of the darkness came the sound of a small c

Red, raised scars covered this thing from its arms to it skeletal face. It appeared to be covered in oily brown rags, one small, wrinkled breast exposed. This was the woman in his dream. This was the demon living invisibly among the drifter, the death goddess willing his destruction. Tears welled in Abednego's eyes as he heaved and growled. When the light hit her face, she let out a shrill, high-pitched wail.

Max commented. “It's all a part of the Rider charm,” I said. “Let's hope so, because both you and I look like we are waiting for the love of our life to grace us with her presence.” “Funny, since we are doing the exact opposite. We are watching an enemy and trying to learn her moves.” I snarled. “We’ll get rid of her somehow,” I said looking up at the same window the creature was sticking her adorably scary head out of.

Thoth asked after my dad stayed silent as he stared at me with sad eyes. “Not much. Rick woke up one day with the brand, Vince’s way of controlling him after he tried to turn him against my dad, but failed. He was still going to let himself die, but then Vince infected his daughter. Rick wasn’t the bad guy. And he gave me a plan to get out. I just had to wait until Vince became too obsessed with me.” “How did he not recognize you?” Thoth asked and then he knocked on his desk. “You were running as your wolf and not Nix, weren’t you?”