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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 · 都市
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112 Chs

Preparations (2)

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[Lazar's POV]

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I brought a spoonful of my rice pudding to my mouth then pointed my spoon at Amandla who was intensely glaring at me with a hint of envy in her eyes, "It's rude to stare at someone who is eating." I complained with a face paradoxically filled with satisfaction since I was enjoying the savor of what was for me a very tasty and addictive dessert...

Amandla sighed angrily with theatrical exaggeration then grabbed the hand with which I was holding my spoon, "And it's rude to point at someone." She retorted while guiding my hand towards my jar of rice pudding.