Anastasia Villains Novels & Stories

Thank God for my privacy, as I was sure many were trying to text me. Well, there it was, the truth, which wasn't the full truth because if anyone should be blamed, it's Anastasia. She's the one who drugged William that night. I was going to meet him when Gianna told me William had left with a woman. I regret not going there and stopping them in time, if not for my stupid emotions, which made me run away that night. “I'm the bad guy now, Anastasia drugged William, she's the cause of all this, we were going to get married before she did all this, I was going to marry William regardless.”

Alex announced, sobering me up instantly. “And he’s been confined in the hospital for two days now. Here’s the kicker—Agent C saved them. That means Anastasia Clinton is back in service as an assassin for the government,” he added, which instantly worried me. Yes, I’ve long known that Anastasia was part of a secret organization called Dark Moon, which my friends and I also lead. But I never let on that I knew her secret. Hearing this, I suddenly stood up. “No! I don’t want her returning to her role as an assassin under our leadership,” I said to myself. I quickly grabbed my phone and called my father. After a few rings, he answered.

"She has nothing to do with any of this." "Oh, but she does," Anastasia countered, her voice laced with a cruel satisfaction. "She always does. Just like she'll be utterly heartbroken when she discovers her precious friend is a backstabbing bitch. Especially since her father is currently... otherwise engaged." Her eyes flickered with a mischievous, almost triumphant glint. "What are you talking about?" I demanded, a knot of dread forming in my stomach. Her cryptic words, combined with her earlier accusations about Andrew, were starting to make my blood run cold.

"I'm sorry, but you must be mistaken. I haven’t done anything wrong," Anastasia protested, her voice trembling with disbelief. But the guards remained unmoved. Determined, they seized both her and Bernard without hesitation. From the shadows, Alicia watched their capture with growing satisfaction. A slow, cruel smile curved her lips. With Kael away fighting at the Northern border against Victor and his troops, now was her chance her perfect opportunity to eliminate Anastasia before she fully awakened her powers. If she succeeded, she could reclaim her dream of ruling the seas, a dream that had taken root since her mother’s claim to the throne.

He grabs Anastasia by the hair lifting her off her feet. “That was foolish young witch,” says Alastor. “Maybe so but at least Malayah doesn’t have more blood on her hands.” Anastasia moves to strike Alastor but he uses his claw to slit her throat and drops her. We can hear her struggle to breath before finally finding peace. She knew she was going to die and still saved my daughter from having to be the one to kill her. Alastor turns to the camera. We surprisingly look very similar. I would think we were twins.

she asked faintly, fear knotting her chest. "Shhh..." Anastasia cooed, her face masked with devilish delight like a kid excited to play with toys. This girl is a psychopath! Someone, please help me!!! She prayed silently as she forced her eyes shut in panic. "Please Anastasia ...stop..please..." Hannah pleaded with panic in her eyes. But this only provoked a burst of roaring evil laughter from Anastasia. "Quit whining like a four-year-old, Hannah! You sound like a rat Caught in a trap. But that might be a true description though ." A slow sly smile spread across her face.

“Please, Cedric… I need to think.” I sighed and nodded, reluctantly walking out of the room. Anastasia was lounging downstairs, legs crossed like she owned the place, sipping a glass of wine as the pack stared at her with visible disgust. Everyone who knew Anastasia knew exactly what she was—a psychopath. And whatever reason she came back, it wasn’t a good one. Without saying a word, I stormed down the stairs and grabbed her arm harshly, not caring that my claws dug into her skin. I threw her out of the pack house. She landed on her knees but quickly stood up, laughing like a lunatic.

“If she’s been acting like a sweet, caring woman to you, I’m afraid it’s an act to get what she wants. That’s what Anastasia is all about. She’s selfish and callous.” I feel Aisla brush against my shoulder as she steps forward. “It’s true. She has always just… been this way.” Anastasia glares at me and Aisla with horror in her eyes. She opens her mouth, but for the first time in her life, she says nothing. She can’t exactly argue with the truth, and I think she knows it, though I can see the wheels spinning as she tries to come up with yet another lie.

She read on, each sentence more shocking than the last. The article painted her as a villain, accusing her of being jealous of her stepsister Elora for years, and of using underhanded tactics to ruin Elora's career. It even claimed that Anastasia's success was due to being the mistress of a powerful industry mogul. "I... I never did any of this," Anastasia stammered, her voice shaking as she looked at Lyra with tear-filled eyes. "This is all lies!"

“You thought you could break him? You thought you could ruin him with your poison and your hired hands? You thought you could get him drugged, vulnerable, a plaything for your depraved amusement, while I was blinded by my own ascent?” I keep circling her like a caged animal. “Anastasia told me everything, Giuliana. About the aphrodisiac. About your plan to shame him, to make me despise him. About the men you lined up. You thought you were clever. You thought you were executing a flawless plan to destroy my only true joy, to ensure I would be alone and vulnerable when you and Igor made your move.” She finally found her voice, a hoarse whisper. “Anastasia… she lied! She’s always hated me. She