Black Cauldron Villain Novels & Stories

It broke Sir Benjamin's Yang barrier in an instant. Sir Benjamin's eyes moved slightly. "So you have this extraordinary item with you. It's no wonder you can refine elixirs that should not exist in this world." Old Xian looked at the cauldron in regret. He then started to run away while his artifact was buying time. The black vortex descended and the cauldron started to form cracks. The biggest demon, Cassian, saw that Old Xian sacrificed the cauldron for him to run away. He became angry.

He stepped on the mass of Waltraud Power and came closer to the Path Cauldron. He could see a seemingly endless amount of Waltraud Power gushing out of the cauldron. There were also powerful, mysterious lights swirling inside the cauldron. It was as if he was staring into the abyss as he looked at the cauldron. The sight evoked a sense of fear of the unknown. ‘...The Origin of Evils and Dread District?’ James’ main self of Path pondered.

A chant came from the crowd. “ Kill the Half-Breed! Kill the Half-Breed! Kill the Half-Breed!” Standing in front of Kronos in the center of the arena was a man wearing a full set of heavy black steel armor. He had an angular face, square jaw and a shaved head with ice-cold blue eyes and a scar ran from the right side of his forehead to the left side of his chin. He glared at Kronos with contempt, by his scent Kronos could tell he was a Pure-Blooded Dragon. From her throne at the highest point of the arena, Calypso stood and started to speak. Her voice being heard due to a voice amplifier.

A lie. That’s all it took. They locked me in the clan’s Sunken Church. For five years, the sun-torture burned away every last scrap of my pureblood pride. But when my sentence ended, I walked out and straight back into the same nightmare. My mate looks at me like I’m filth. Disgusting trash. My once-best friend is curled in his arms. She’s wearing my dead mother’s robes. She has stolen my life. Even my own son glares at me with pure hate. He says a traitor like me should have died in that cage. They all call me a monster. The one who murdered her own parents. A disgrace to the pureblood name. But I remember the truth. This time, I won’t go silently into silver chains. I won’t let them break

But still she needed to think to save herself anyhow. "Please….listen to me. It..it was all her game!” She begged, crying and pointing a finger towards Lauren. “She did this. She did every game, every sin just to get Klaus. She even slept with my father to trap Klaus into marriage. The child she is carrying is my fathers. She is a witch. She is the mastermind behind making all our lives hell. I didn't even know that was poison! I would never dare to kill your child, I swear on it.” The weight of Valentine's words was so heavy that it stunned everyone there. Even the Vors of Bratva were stunned and not to mention the Italian Mafia Soldiers.

My blood froze and I turned slowly. “What… did you say?” They stepped forward. “You know,” the first one said, too casually, “Caius said something to us before we arrived here.” The other nodded. “Said we could have our fun. Seems like nobody’s going to give a shit what happens in Blackmoor, anyway.” My heart pounded in my chest as he took another step forward. “He said we could show you how to break one in you properly. Said that’s what you were good at, didn’t he?”

Her hair was lank and lusterless, falling around her like strings of rotting straw. A cauldron bubbled slowly in the corner, leaving off the most infernal and rancid vapors. Bits of frogs’ legs, bat wings and eyes of newt were scattered around the floor of the cave. Her lupine eyes, savage and cunning, only came to life when she muttered certain arcane words from a spell. They perched above her hawkish and hooked nose. From it sprang the most preposterous wart. It was at least the size of a saucer. It would have been funny if the scene wasn’t so Stoker-esque.

“We don’t. We need my leadership, your brain, Karou’s orderliness and Maya’s craftiness. Why do I get the feeling you want him alive after what he did?” “You’re wrong I want him dead more than you” she stated. “I’m just planning ahead”. “We can find someone else like him. He can’t be the only person placed on earth who can make poison. When he dies we’ll have his notes, his methods and his gadgets, and we can give it to someone else who can pick up from where he left off. And I had him make a lot down just in case” she shrugged. “Look at you planning ahead”.

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

He sought more of it. The more hope you have in something, the more it will hurt. That was what he taught me. So, I want him to believe he could get what he wanted. Then I will crush it all—his hopes, family, pride, company, everything. I want to trample all over him. While I play with him, Percival can continue to beat his company. In the end, Cadmus will lose everything he was so proud of, and it will all be his fault for wanting the woman he tried to destroy.