Novel & Cerita Coraline Villains

They cursed her memory, cursed her line, and wiped her presence from the pack records as if she were a plague. I pause, looking down at my hands— hands that are whole, unburned, but trembling. "And because her blood ran in my veins, every single drop of that foul reputation was poured directly onto my shoulders." I was no longer the quiet girl who brewed chamomile for sleepless pups. Overnight, I became the villainess’s spawn. I was the child of the shameless woman who tried to steal Captain Rosante. Whenever I walked down the paths, the elders sneered, shielding their children as if my very presence were contagious.

I roar, kicking another rogue away from my legs as two more leap onto the carriage roof, their heavy claws tearing through the leather covering. From the shadow of the dense forest, a tall, cloaked figure glides out onto the dirt road, completely unbothered by the pouring rain. She pulls back her dark velvet hood, revealing a cruel, beautiful face framed by pitch-black hair and striking silver eyes that gleam with terrifying authority. It is Coralie Vane—the infamous rogue commander of the border territories. "Well, well," Coralie purrs, her voice smooth and deadly as she looks past me, her eyes locking directly on my sister. "The High Alpha's little lowland pet is fleeing the nest."

She calls me by my first name, Armely, and assures me that she is with me and that we will defend me at all costs. I couldn't help but pat her hair while also grinning. She is a precious person to me who I cannot see ever leaving. I can now see that she smiled, saying, "I'm only glad that you're always fine, Veron." But after a few more seconds had passed, a dim light emanated from my lower body, and when I noticed it, the Vera seal had already started to disappear. "Cornelia's seal that she had created from your body had already been lifted, as you have remembered everything." By that point, I was confident that I could recall every detail. Every single one of my missing memories. It's suff

"What...? Please, your highness…" "Did I stutter?" Ann replied coldly, acutely aware of the eyes that were watching this exchange with barely suppressed glee. "No your highness…" Coral whispered in a broken voice as her shoulders sagged in defeat. "Then pack your things and come with me." Ann couldn't be sure, but she was fairly sure that whatever had happened to Coral, was the work of the two senior Omega's standing at the end of the corridor. In Ann's opinion, they seemed to be following this with an unnatural amount of interest, and if it meant that she would have to give them a show in order for them to incriminate themselves, then she would do what was necessary to force that from them.

AVA’s POV Valkerie played her memories as she made her own negotiations with Zanicus. “This isn’t good. The prophecy would not be fulfilled so long as Zanicus holds onto his obsession with Coraline,” she’d said to me. I snapped my head up at her words. “You knew her?” Valkerie hummed, “She was my master before you, Ava,” My eyes grew wide at the revelation. Coraline was a dragon shifter? What’s more, I learned another thing about Valkerie.

Coralyn chuckled. "You appear lost today. What's up?" Amour asked. Coralyn looked around to make sure nobody was eavesdropping on them. "I think Sir Viper is gonna kíll me" Coralyn said "What! Why?" Amour asked. Coralyn sighed and told her everything that transpired earlier. "You really did that.. OMG, he's gonna kill you!!" Amour gasped. "Thanks for the encouragement" Coralyn rolled her eyes. "Maybe you should just beg him" Amour said.

Not dead- but gone in a way that might have been worse. Because Coral had taken her power. Coral, who had been beside Valerie for so long, pretending to be loyal while secretly plotting against her. And now she was nothing but an empty shell, she was trapped in her own body all because she tried to sacrifice herself for us. She had played into the hands of the people who wanted to ruin us. I hated myself. I hated that I hadn’t seen the truth sooner. I was the logical one, the one who always had things under control but I had let all of this happen. And I hated myself for it.

The villains use this tactic all the time. The number of people around me is minimal, the alley way is clear and darker, and the atmosphere is dreary. I cannot stay any longer here. I twist myself and run in the opposite direction before it's too late. Just when I did so, a pair of hands wrap around my face, with a saturated cloth covering my mouth and nose. Ah, lord. I just got myself into more trouble. I quickly lose my consciousness, dropping the sugar painting that embodied a sense of relief.

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

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.