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Bound to Evil

Lazar is a man shaped by his past. Forced into exile when he was only a child, his only ambition in life was to become strong enough to take revenge. Years later, having completed his training in the American special forces, he was preparing to return to his native country to settle accounts. But again life played a trick on him... The Gods announced the Apocalypse and monsters coming from different mythologies and folklores were unleashed on Earth. Having basically the duty to fight in this war against evil, they finally decided to abandon humans leaving them a system that allows them to evolve, to know more about their enemy and the situation of the world. Lazar will not only have to survive, which is already quite difficult, but he will also realize that he has a role to play in this Apocalypse by leading those who will become his new family. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hello, I'm Barbare, the author. I hope you will like this novel and that you will help me improve it if you have something to criticize, I already wrote a novel in the past but I am far from being an expert after all. If you like it let me know by adding it to your library or vote for it. I hope you have as much fun reading as I wrote, or more because the writing process is not always fun. Good reading PS: The cover is not from me so if it's your work contact me.

Barbare · Urban
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112 Chs

Preparations (1)

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[Amandla's POV]

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I would be lying if I were to say that I didn't expect the soldiers to react positively to Lazar's offer given the fact that this girl had the label 'troublemaker' written on her forehead, but still, such enthusiasm...

A split second after Sullyvan nodded his head in non-verbal approval of what Lazar had proposed, a young soldier with a bloody bandage on her right leg staggered over to Katelyn's motionless body with a smirk on her face suggesting that she had a score to settle.

Rejecting with a movement of her right hand the help of one of her colleagues who was going to carry Katelyn by the legs because it was obvious that she was struggling to drag her on her own by the arms, she was exuding the words 'she is my prey' with the wild expression I could see on her face...