Who Is The Main Antagonist In 'Artemis Fowl'?

Leana Holstin, daughter of Liam and Angel Holstin, the first-born daughter and Guardian of her parents, has been waiting to find her mate since she turned 18. Unlike most wolves, she didn't find her mate right away, so when her best friend and Guardian sister asks her to take a trip to Araphyra, she jumps at the chance. What she never expected was that her mate would be a vampire. Prince Drake Cazien is the son of Lance Cazien and the grandson of King Urien Cazien. His grandfather had intended to pass the rule of the vampire clan to Drake, skipping Lance because he subscribed to the old ways, the ones that nearly made them extinct. However, after returning from a mission that his grandfather sent him on, Drake finds that his father has killed his grandfather and taken over as King. Drake is furious at his father and hates the way he is falling back into the old ways where they use humans as blood bags. Image his surprise when he finds his mate inside his father's castle and not only is she his father's guest, but she's also the Custos Regni, or Guardian of the Realm, the werewolves that have the most delicious taste to vampires, a taste they all crave. What will Leana do when she realizes that her mate is one of her mother's mortal enemies, the ones that imprisoned her for seven years, keeping her as a blood bag? How will Drake overcome his insatiable desire to feed off of Leana's blood and show her that he wants her as a mate, not a blood bag? Will the two be able to find a way to come together, or will Leana reject Drake, causing another rift between the supernatural factions?

“Tell me you hate me,” Cassian whispered, his mouth close enough to make my body betray every thought in my head. I should have shoved the dagger into his heart. That was what I had been trained for. That was why Aurelia sent me to Alpha Academy. But Kael’s hand was on my waist, cold and possessive, his golden eyes burning into mine like he already knew every lie I carried beneath my skin. “You were sent here for a reason, little human,” Kael said. “The question is… was it to kill us, or belong to us?” ⸻ Lyra was raised in Aurelia, the last human stronghold, where werewolves were enemies and mercy got people killed. Her mission was simple: enter Alpha Academy, get close to the powerful werewolf heirs, and kill them before they inherited the packs threatening her people. Rowan, her best friend and the only person who truly knows her, is the one thing keeping her tied to the life she came from. But the Blood Moon Marking changes everything. Lyra is dragged into the ritual and bound to the very heirs she was sent to destroy. Kael, the cold Snow Pack heir, sees through every lie. Cassian, the dangerous Arrow Pack heir, tempts her toward every wrong choice. And Rowan refuses to let the wolves take the girl who was his before fate sank its claws into her. Now Lyra is trapped between duty, desire, loyalty, and a bond that should never have existed. If she chooses her mission, she may have to destroy the men fate tied her to. If she chooses the bond, she may betray the only home she has ever known. And when her truth comes out, will they protect her… Or turn on the assassin sent to end them?

Isadora didn’t want to come to Ashwyck Academy. It wasn’t the haunting towers or the iron gates that unnerved her. It wasn’t the students—dark, beautiful, terrifying things cloaked in magic and menace. It was what it meant. Coming here was a last resort. A whispered admission from her parents that something was wrong with her. That despite being born of a temptress and a mind-bending killer, despite all the bloodlines and rituals and whispered prophecies—Isadora was still painfully, tragically human. She was quiet, clever, and careful. Not powerful. Not wicked. Not like the others. Her parents called it “late blooming.” The High Table called it “defective.” But no one said it out loud. Instead, they tucked her into Ashwyck like a final gamble and hoped the academy could awaken whatever dark inheritance slumbered beneath her skin. She hadn’t wanted to come. She still doesn’t belong. But Ashwyck has its own secrets. And Isadora is about to discover that the parts of her she’s most afraid of are the ones they’ve been waiting for.

"Miss Elara, get out of my class." The icy command snapped Elara back to reality. She shot to her feet so fast her chair screeched against the floor, her heart hammering against her ribs. She blinked wildly at the imposing figure commanding the front of the room: Professor Adrian Kingsley. Confusion flared before anger could. Why was she being kicked out? She hadn't said a word! She had been sitting there perfectly quietly... Well, quietly sketching. Her gaze drifted down to the open notebook on her desk. Right in the center of the page was an incredibly detailed, charcoal rendition of the professor himself. She had captured the sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, and, for reasons she couldn't entirely justify…a set of ripped abs that definitely weren't visible beneath his tailored three-piece suit. ‘Oops.’ Heat rushed to her cheeks. Panicking, she leveled a fierce, righteous glare at him, trying to mask her guilt with pure audacity. But the emotionless ice statue didn't even blink. "Bag," he said coolly. "What?" "Take it and leave." Grinding her teeth, Elara aggressively shoved her notebook into her bag, silently vowing that this man would become the ultimate bane of her existence. She stomped down the steps, her posture rigid with fury. But just as she brushed past his podium, his deadly voice brushed against her ears. "And Miss Elara..." She paused, glaring. "If you're going to stare at your professor as though you'd like to strip him with your eyes," Adrian murmured, his gaze never leaving his lesson plans, "at least do it somewhere more discreet.” Elara's face erupted into a brilliant, mortified scarlet. "You—!" Choking on her own outrage and utterly devoid of a comeback, she flashed him a defiant middle finger, and stormed out, letting the heavy door slam behind her.

Alizeh has a storm inside fighting to take over. She's quiet, and meek, and scared to death... until one days, she isn't. She has a problem. She's in love with both Cade and Orion. This causes loneliness and confusion. Genève, is angry at the world. She would watch it burn, for just one more moment with Talon. She's being led by forces, no one understands. Her destiny is tugging and pulling her every-which-way. She feels as-if, she is living someone else's life. She wishes she were, anyway. Trixie, see's evil. She sees true goodness. She sees people for who they are, not who they pretend to be. Trixie see's a lot more than the average person, but she doesn't notice love triangles. She's falling hard for Cade. He seems to feel the same way. Too bad, to be together, they would be risking the destruction of all life, on all planets. Each of these woman is truly unique. They come from different dimensions and upbringings. Their magical abilities, vary greatly as do their weaknesses. The common denominator- a little thing called destiny. Theirs are completely intertwined. Oh, and then there's Zeek. They all know Zeek. He is part of their destiny, also. He is the one who sets things into motion. Geneve, bore Zeek's son and became an evil queen. Tragedy and pain, turned her into a monster. Alizeh, snuck a nap in Zeek's barn after running away from home. She flawlessly switched dimesions, completely unaware. Potionless dimensional-travel was thought to be impossible. Trixie, was rescued from demon minions, and an asylum, by Zeek. She didn't think anyone would ever believe her about her powers. Zeek, made her feel normal. Something was brewing, and shifting. Unnprepared and unaware, the pedelum started swinging. Destiny waits for no one.

In the Kingdom of Avelune, no one dies without warning. Every soul is born beneath a glowing number, counting down the exact day death will come. Elara Veyne has no number at all. She's spent her life feared for it, until she locks eyes with a stranger in the rain who shouldn't be standing at all. His number reads zero. He's breathing anyway. And when he looks at her, it isn't with fear. It's with recognition. His name is Kael Draven. The kingdom calls him the Black Villain, a man rumored to have killed thousands and to be impossible to kill himself. He tells her she's late, as if she was always meant to arrive. He knows her name before she speaks it. Details about her life no stranger could know. Every instinct tells Elara to run. But Kael keeps finding her. Keeps saving her from dangers he predicts before they happen. And the longer she stays near him, the more the world unravels: a woman who dies and wakes the next morning with no memory of it, a painting centuries old bearing both their faces exactly as they look now, dreams of a golden room she's certain she's never seen and somehow knows by heart. Piece by piece, the truth surfaces. Elara has lived this life before. Died in it, over and over, in ways she cannot remember and Kael cannot forget. Behind his violence is a man who has spent three centuries choosing to love her again, every time the world takes her from him. Now something ancient is waking, and it has decided they are both mistakes to correct. Elara is the reason the world keeps breaking. Stopping it might mean losing the one person who has never let her go.