Balto Villain Novels & Stories

I asked, trying to sound casual, I failed, but Vlad went on, staring at the walls like he could see his own future, like he could see himself on the imaginary throne, rulling the world. "No, that is not an option, but I do need to capture the white wolf." "So you are a bitter villain; this is all for some kind of payback?" "No, little wolf, this is my destiny; you sound so brave, but your very own heart gives you away. Such a shame that you betray your own kind to work for me." It was no surprise that he knew; of course he would know I was not bitten. Maybe I should take off the contact lenses, but again, I still needed my disguise.

"Smash this shop and break his limbs!" Bald was inhumane. He gave the orders coldly and stood by the side to watch with his arms folded. Longsworth's Bald Walt had a bad reputation and was good at forcing people to relocate. He was the nemesis of stubborn proprietors like Flynn. Flynn was only an unimportant person in all this, and Bald did not care much for him. To Bald, Flynn was like a homeless dog that did not require any attention.

“Isn’t Desdemona a sinner from birth?” “Yes,” Balto answered. “She is cursed and useless.” “Is there a crime in feeding her blood to these blades?” Amee inquired. “Not at all,” Balto responded. He wanted to impress Amee with a satisfying response, so he furthered. “Infact, she should be happy and forever grateful you have a use for her blood. It shows how generous you are to care about Pack affair and it's members, including the useless her.” Amee beamed, impressed. She had another glance at the sharp blades and looked at Caxton. “Tie her to the board.” She commanded.

He will always be a beast, nothing more. After a long drive, we pull up in front of an upmarket bar and get out. “Where are we going?” I manage to choke out, feeling scared for the first time in ages. Viktor opens the door to the bar and smiles. “Konstantin Volkov, my older brother and Kai’s Beta,” he says when I follow him inside. If I was worried before, now I am petrified. I have heard of Konstantin Volkov; he kills first and asks questions later. Now I will be given to the man known as The Heartless Beta.

However, my mother was a prideful heiress, and she immediately realized that some manipulative wolf in sheep’s clothing had set her up. Without even bothering to defend herself, she grabbed the crying girl and slapped her twice on the right side of her face. “I never did. I’ll do it now.” The manipulative witch’s entire face became so swollen that she looked like a pig. She even cried like one. The crowd was livid, but they could do nothing about it. Someone leaked information about this, and her image as a bully became even more set in stone. Those who liked her loved it, and those who hated her despised her even more.

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

Lily ran to where Elias called out, then helped him up. The blood continued to flow like that, and Elias' voice whispered, "I'm fine." “You… are you okay like this?” Lily's tears flowed endlessly, she was afraid that Elias would die from blood loss. The wolf saw the enemy's blood with more and more hatred and the werewolf's blood motivated him to want to kill and eat the opponent. He lunged forward, knocking Lily aside, raising his claws and stabbing Elias in the chest. “Hands off!” The wolf king appeared out of nowhere but turned into a huge wolf, almost twice the size of Douglas. Wolfgang brushed Douglas' long, sharp-clawed arm aside and flung him into the air.

“I did what I could to rectify my mistakes as soon as I uncovered the truth. I risked it to save Anastasia. And now he knows that I know the truth.” “What about Balthazar?” Dominic questioned. “He is not going to sit back until he gets his revenge. Until now I was told that he is after the werewolf species because they killed his alleged lover, my so-called-mother, years ago. Although, I'm pretty sure now that isn't the reality either. He is up to something. He is meeting up with some people regularly, coming up with better strategies to eradicate the werewolves altogether. I don't know what the hatred is for, but whatever he is up to, you guys have to be prepared for it.”

Silver, the thing us wolves hate the most after wolfsbane, looking around trying to see in the darkness of the room I spot something no someone. It's Balrus sitting on a chair with his eyes closed as he smokes a Cuban cigar, “You see Rose you and I are completely different people, you have high standards and I don't. Anything goes for me, may it be I have to take the life of a woman, man, dog, cat I don't harm children. I'll do whatever it takes to get to where I want to be.” “Your sick Balrus you know that right?” “So I've been told on many occasion.”

“But neither of you will kill me. You can’t.” Balor’s chuckle was low, dark, and threaded with something more dangerous than amusement. “You think you know what I can’t do, Vandra?” He used the nickname deliberately, savoring it, testing her resolve. She let her lashes lower just slightly, feigning a softness she did not feel. “I think your wolf already made that decision for you.” It was a hunch, she wasn’t sure if their wolves felt the tug or not but she had to test it.