Balto Villain Novels & Stories

The kind of control that came from power. Real power. Volkov studied her face one last time before nodding slightly to one of the men behind him. “Take her.” The bodyguard stepped forward immediately. His hand closed gently but firmly around Sofia’s arm. She didn’t resist not because she didn’t want to. But because something deep in her instincts told her resistance would mean nothing. As she was guided toward the exit, Sofia glanced back once,herstepfather still stood beside the stage. He was smiling. That smile made something inside her chest break.

Balthazar’s POV Sixteen years ago Sylvia, I shouted, “Where are you? Daddy, Mom is sleeping, shhh. I picked her up and kissed her cheek. My little wolf. What are you up to? Nothing, I play with a bunny, a lizard, and a chicken. I asked them to do funny things, and they listened like they were my friends. I asked them to tumble; she giggled. They’re cute. Honey, you need to stop that; no more playing with the animals. The alarm blared. We’re being attacked, I shouted. Listen to me. I must hide you. Promise me you’ll never play with animals again, Victoria, I shouted. Okay, Daddy, don’t be mad at me. Now stay here until I come and get you. Victoria, there are bad people outside. Don’t come out

She rolled immediately, pushing herself away, her heart racing as she tried to regain her footing. She didn’t need to guess. She already knew. But she looked anyway. He stood there. Exactly as before. Untouched. Unmoved. As if nothing around him had any power at all. The Alpha. The wolves who had been hunting her struggled to stand, fear replacing their earlier confidence. “You were warned,” he said. His voice was quiet. But it carried. One of them staggered upright, his expression tense. “This isn’t your concern.” The Alpha moved. Aria barely saw it.

"Walk away now, and I will forget that this so-called intervention has ever taken its place." Baltazar shook his head. "I can't do that. You tasted her blood, and if I allow her to live knowing that, I will also be called a traitor in the eyes of the crown." He stepped toward Ash, extending his claws. "Your father was my friend, but my pack comes first. I will not risk their lives!" Dry laughter tore Ash's throat. "Do you even hear yourself?! Are you telling me that you and your wolves are willing to respect the so-called King and HIS law?! Do you want to serve and bow to the fucker who killed your friend and tortured me for decades?!"

Pain exploded in Vincenzo’s skull, but he refused to cry out. "You think you're so clever, so noble," Baltazar hissed. "But look where that’s gotten you. Tied up, helpless, while I take everything you hold dear." Vincenzo managed a strained laugh, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "You'll never have what I have, Baltazar. Respect, loyalty... love. You'll die alone, hated by everyone." Baltazar's eyes blazed with fury. He released his grip on Vincenzo, taking a step back and breathing heavily as he tried to regain his composure. A sinister smile slowly spread across his face. "Let's see how calm and collected you are after this."

In retrospect he was foolish to think Valentine of all people would play fairly and honor the codes of the pack. Ty grit on his teeth wishing to the gods that the elders had allowed him execute Valentine on the spot after the stunt he pulled, but he knew that was a bad idea and Baldur would frown on it upon his return to the pack, Baldur after all believed in people a little too much and always gave them the benefit of a doubt regardless of their character or personality.

"The Alpha King told me to rest for two days since he saw that I did well in convincing Aurus' right hand that he is a good leader!" Catching something interesting from his words, I glanced at him and saw his bright smile. It was dark outside but his aura was like the dayspring, bright and brilliant. "Hrm!" I cleared my throat avoiding choking on my words. "Aurus' right hand?!" my eyebrow arched enthralled to listen to the happenings outside this land. "Yeah! His name is Balto and he's whom I can say..." I was awestruck at how he tilted his head and furrowed his brows. He was...

It was more like an insult that is punishable by execution. They showed their ridicule at her seeing how powerless she is compared to their kingdom. Though it was true that the sovier kingdom is powerless and small compared to them. But it doesn't mean that they can't fight back. After all, it was Alisha the villainous who was ruling the kingdom. Not only is she capable of ruling she was able to tame the wild and powerful man like Macbeth. Who was known as the king of evil in the arena.

Till death. ..................................... Volkan stands at his balcony, his hands resting on the railing as he looks up at the moon. His grip on the railing tightening as he thinks about her. His mate. He would have accepted anything. Ugly,weak, rogue, Omega... anything. But a betrayer...a shewolf who has fuc*** someone else other than him? Never! He would have laid this world at her feet. Showered her with love and every thing any shewolf ever desires for.... if only she had waited fir him.

“You will be brought before a High Tribunal but it will be me who passes your judgement. And it will give me great pleasure to do so.” Nikoli asked Sergi the question they all wondered about, “You know this man?” Sergi nodded. “He has been a wanted man in Russia for the last forty five years. His name is Carl Bellovik.” “What crime is he wanted for?” Yuri asked. “He was an upcoming member of the Bratva as a young man. But he was a cruel person even then. When the old Bratva leader Ivor Valan tried to sanction his actions, Carl murdered him in his sleep, like the coward he is. Then he ran. He murdered the Russian boss and then disappeared. No one could find him. Believe me, we searched for hi