Dceu Villains Novels & Stories

Shadows moved just beyond their sight. “Rival faction patrol,” Lucas whispered, his voice low. “We need to hide.” They quickly ducked behind a cluster of bushes, pressing against the cool earth. The sound of footsteps grew louder as figures emerged from the trees, clad in dark clothing. Elena recognized one of them—a tall, muscular werewolf with piercing green eyes. It was Victor’s right-hand man, Darian. “We can’t let them get too close to the ruins,” Darian said, his voice rough. “Victor can’t know about the Heart of the Moon. It’s our only advantage.”

The live chat buzzed with glee. [Oh, we're at the best part now!] [Wait, they already believe them? Why are fictional people always so dumb?] [Damn, Stephanie's a natural. She can cry at the drop of a hat, whenever she wants!] Dulce sensed that some people were starting to take her side. She turned to the most important guests and elders in the room and said, "I suspect this was a scheme set up by someone from outside, working with one of our own. Our family has grown too strong, and this is exactly what they're after. They even tried to use my father-in-law after his passing!"

Johannes Chevalier looked up at him, tears, blood, and mucus covering his once pretty face. "P-p-lease, I-I'm so-orry," he sputtered through his busted lips. Alexander's face held no sympathy. From a young age, he had been dubbed the Duke of Ice, the moniker had stuck for a reason. He had no empathy for the sniveling human meat bag, only an icy rage. "What are you apologizing for? Stealing from my casino," Slam, "for harassing my staff," Slam, "or for insulting a lovely lady?" Slam.

"Then I suggest you tell me everything I need to know about them. Starting with who's leading the coalition against us." "Ah. That would be Duke Moreau. Vladislov's eldest protégé, and possibly the most vindictive vampire in North America." Carmilla's expression darkened. "He's already sent word to the other supernatural families—the ones you've angered over the past week. The werewolf traditionalists. The fae courts. The sorcerers' guilds." "A coalition of enemies." "A coalition of everyone who fears what you're becoming." She met his eyes. "They're calling themselves 'The Victims Alliance.' And they've issued a formal declaration of war against Sterling Consolidated."

She paused a bit waiting for me to digest whatever she had just said, "You mean there are shapeshifters and evil guys?" "Yes! The two divisions are Anuka and Ducazee. Ducazee are the bad guys, Galina. We need to catch them and make sure they don't roam freely. They kill people, they coldly bath in the blood of the innocent and we will not rest until we have caught each and every one of them. Now tell me, haven't you heard anything?" She asked and I just stared back at her. A lot of things passed in my mind, the witchcraft, the necromancy class where we were taught to conjure spirits, and many other things that went down here. I just...

"I look festive." "You look like someone who has already decided to do something catastrophically stupid and is doing their makeup to delay the conversation about it." I set down the eyeliner and turned to face him. Drake Valcoin, ancient vampire, only male Divine Warrior in recorded history, Council Elder, and the man who had literally pulled my soul back from the Neverplain, looked genuinely worried. Not the performative concern he used in Council chambers. The real kind, the kind that lived behind his eyes when he thought no one was paying close enough attention to catch it. I was always paying attention.

Ava chuckled, "I am not sure everybody will agree with you about that." "It's their loss then. I have only met you for a little while but I am sure that you are a nice person with a good heart." Dreya said as he stood up from his kneeling position. "I am also a freak too. Did you know that? A vampire-werewolf hybrid. I have always known that something was wrong with me." "No Ava, you aren't a freak. And I have seen a lot of freaks." Ava smiled at this, "Thanks. Do you know Evena?" she asked.

“Choose, Kade Thorn. Side with your blood. Or die with these broken wolves you call a pack. We offer power, real power. Not the collars and drugs of false gods.” Drugs? Was he talking about Michelle and Ashram and what they had been up to all this time? Well, those two were definitely the worse villains I had faced. How Michelle had gone from a corporate sniffer to being someone who had lost her morals and wanted to take over a specie was something I never saw coming.

They looked red just like mine. "I already told you my patience has run out!" Duke growled at me and walked towards me. "You want to know why I decided to show up now and never before? It's because I only learnt that you existed recently?! All my life I thought I was the only child snatched away from my parents." He punched me across my face and sent me into the water. "I was taken by a corporation that calls themselves the Red crescents. A group psychopathic billionaires capturing supernaturals and experimenting on them. The faction I came from experiments specifically on werewolves and I was the only one in their grasp. They turned me into a dracula and since then I was their captive and s

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."