Balto Villain Novels & Stories

What I couldn't understand was why a female who claimed to hate me so damn much would decide to tie herself to something that would help me keep my wolf at bay. "You did this on purpose. I knew I shouldn't have trusted you. You and the hunters are the exact same, preying on the weak and manipulating the game so everything plays in your favour." I growled, my voice dripping with disdain. Balor's face revealed nothing as his sapphire eyes met mine. I could feel the other two males he had brought with him watching me. I could feel the excitement emanating off the male, whose power was almost suffocating.

Baltasar and two of the other wolves stepped in front of me protectively. “Did you really think our king wouldn’t ensure his fiancé’s safety? Get off of our land before we put your kittens six feet under.” Baltasar said, bearing his teeth at them. Teris scowled at Baltasar’s comment. I looked over my shoulder to see almost the whole pack standing among the trees and along the dirt road behind us. They weren’t visible to the main road, thankfully. “Don’t get too cocky, puppy dog, his mark can’t keep her safe forever. I know what he did to my sweet Lolita, now? It's war…”

“To hell with Balshov. To hell with the wolves. I say we wake Volodymir and remind them who the real power is! I’m tired of hiding, tired of bending to treaties and scraps of peace. Since when did wolves get a say? And as for Balshov—he had no right to kill our people over an untouched girl. That was retaliation. He should pay for it.” I laughed—a short, humourless sound. “I don’t know who thought it was a good idea to put you on the succession list,” I said, stepping closer, “but they’ve made a massive mistake. You must be insane not to fear Adrian Balshov.” She scoffed, but I didn’t give her space to respond. “Even Volodymir bent the knee to him,” I said, eyes locked on hers. “Don’t be foo

Illegal deals. I observed them closely, and then he looked in my direction. That’s not my boss, that’s Director Orion Kade. The lights in the alley flickered and went off. This is dangerous. I tried to reverse and leave, but I hit something. A tall silhouette approached. The figure stopped in front of my car. My heart skipped as I gripped the wheel tightly. He lifted a torch and pointed it at my face. He came closer and raised the light. His face had a deep scar, visible even in the harsh lighting. I had no space to think clearly anymore. He opened the door, pulled out a table knife, and dragged me out by my hair.

“Its over now, I don't want to remember it!” Dan groans angrily as she looks deeply at Ginna. “No way! How can we let them get away with this? If Balboa...” it slipped. “Balboa?... The Balboa family?” Caitrona roars looking at Dan then back to Ginna. The flame in Caitrona's body encrypted. “Someone from the Balboa family did this to you? They must have tried to provoke me by doing this to you!” Caitrona roars. Ginna cries as she wipes her tears. “No... Caitrona, it has nothing to do with you...”

Xavier’s eyes darkened as he set his goblet down the oak desk, resting his elbow on the armrest with his chin settled on top of his joined hands. “I’m afraid your information is correct.” Rostov Balandin had become the Italian mafia’s arch-enemy since Xavier ended his father almost two years ago. Rostov, on his own, wasn’t a threat in reality. Still, through the past months, he’s been silently encouraging people who held grudges against the Italian and American mafia to side with him. He’s also eyeing people affiliated with any mafia clan who he could use to build an army enough to start a war.

if this wasn't a trap. She shook her head to dismiss the thoughts of any possibility of Evan's rightness, and reminded herself that there was no humanity in wolves, especially in Balthazar. This was all a trick, a trap, a ploy for survival. Balthazar was clever. He knew he was done, so he decided to pretend he was human. Appealing to her compassion and humanity would give him the help he needed to live or the time he needed to escape, but she knew... she would offer him neither.

"What the fuck are you talking about? You don't have a right to speak her name, let alone make up lies about her. Vicky was a gentle soul who loved her father a little too much. You're the one who got her killed, not some make-believe monster." "Is that what they told you, kid? Did they fill your heads with lies about them, about us hunters? Werewolves are vicious creatures; they kill without reason and take humans as their little pets. They're an abomination and must be eradicated." This time it was my turn to laugh. "Are you serious right now? Do you actually believe that Balor is a werewolf? Holy crap, no wonder you vanished for ten years." "You were off chasing imaginary creatures. Had m

But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that strength with a kind and energetic spirit, the mother of our two pups, and the most breath-takingly beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. “Hello, my love.” I say, my face breaking out into a huge grin when I see her walk through the door. That’s part of her magic – even with the craziness of vampires potentially threatening our pack, she can always make me smile simply by walking into the room. When we got the call from Scarlett that it looked like vampires had been at our southern border and to keep everyone inside, my mate jumped into full-on Beta mode, helping me strategize who should s

" Jake grumbled without looking at us. He kept walking with an annoyed face. "If you mention Lycan name, you will die?" timpalku to tease him. "If you say Balthazar's name in front of the mirror three times, he will come and cover your face with a pillow while you sleep." Vincent joined in teasing him with a grin. "Be careful Jake, Balthazar once killed a werewolf Pack by himself just because he was in a bad mood that day." I turned to Vincent while rolling my eyes. Seriously. He answered me with a serious face. "That one I'm not kidding" he said when he saw my skeptical look fixed on him. "Balthazar was so feared in his time that no one dared to say his name in person. They nicknamed him Ba