Deku Becomes A Villain Novels & Stories

I ripped his heart out, killing him then and there, making everyone howl and cheer stopped. What were they thinking of? Just because I was a woman, I would lose to someone who knew how to use his dick more than his hands? I was severely injured after the dual, and there was a part of chance that they could have attacked me to end my chapter, but I was already ready with the wolfsbane gas. I wasn’t here without preparation. But gladly, they didn’t. Instead, everyone bowed down in front of me when they saw Hudson, the Beta of the pack, bow his head in front of me. Though he looked young, he was older than he looked, older than Daniel or Stephen.

The first time Kodjo fired a kick above knee height, Duke grabbed his leg, jerked him off his feet, and slammed his head into the ground. Duke pinned him and tore one arm off as his face hardened into an expression of extreme pain. Kodjo’s hisses evolved into desperate squeals as Duke crushed his jugular, ripping his cervical esophagus out. Kodjo stilled as his fingers slightly twitched, blood stained the beige sand once again. “Took you long enough,” Raj taunted Duke, which was something that Blayne would do. Duke gave a sad smile and then looked at his son. Devin straightened his posture and returned a curt nod. Then all attention swung to the werelion king.

"You trust him? Whoever this contact is?" "As much as I trust anyone in a situation this precarious, which I'll grant isn't the same thing as perfect confidence." Kesworth's mouth twisted faintly, something almost like humor beneath the grim circumstances. "But yes. He's discreet, he owes me a debt of his own from years past, and he has no connection whatsoever to either your father's firm or anyone in the Renshaw family's employ, as far as I've been able to establish." "How?"

Tristan trailed off, his voice fading but his grimace was answer enough. “Which leaves one more werewolf.” Deacon mused gruffly, one of his thick arms crossed over his chest as he tapped on his chin. The way he regarded me wasn’t the way an uncle would look at his niece, but the way a predator would size up its prey. ‘He’s shit out of luck, then. We’ve never been prey, and if he’s stupid enough to attack, he’ll learn that fast.’ Maya chimed in, hackles raised and ready to fight.

Then he addressed the rest of the people present, "Ladies and Gentlemen! I am a merciful Alpha. I believe in second and, in some cases, even third chances. But let the example of these traitors show you how I treat those who decide that war and violence are what they prefer. This is how I treat conspirators, spies, traitors, and those who choose to disrupt the peace of my people's lives, by engaging with psychopaths like Waai Archaíos, a werewolf. We belong to a noble race of shape-shifters, but in the future, if any single one of you decides to come at my people again, remember! That I believe in killing the messenger because it sends a message!" With that, he transformed and revealed his g

But not the reflection from before. This version was armored in shadow—literal plates sculpted from the realm itself clinging to his shoulders, chest, arms. His hair bled into darkness. His eyes were entirely black. And where Erevan’s shadows obeyed him with loyalty, these shadows coiled around the duplicate like chains—tight, choking, binding. A corrupted version of him. A version he could become. The Shadow Sovereign, the realm whispered. His worst fate. His darkest path. The monster the Council once predicted he would inevitably turn into.

Lady K is how people address her in dark business world. Orianne could hear the murmurs and giggles of women on the man’s background and she rolled her eyes. Khosty mafia, belonging to the de Asis family, specializes in arranging events for high-profile people. Their events feature cage fighting, serving rare and high-quality drugs and drinks, and of course, the countless women and men for their guests’ extra fun.

It looked like we had a chance here. "No one really ever expected low levels like that to kill you. You have a legend around you you know." Dekle chuckled. "But after the strange event in that forest things changed. Not for the better for you. Now they want your life." When he said 'they', I knew who he was really talking about. "So why haven't you killed me yet? I'm tired of listening to your nonsense." I said. Oisin would no doubt have come up with some sort of plan with Kerrigan. If I could create some sort of distraction myself, or at least drop Dekle's guard to rock bottom then it would increase our chances of getting out of this mess.

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

So she settled with the Alpha king instead, she manipulated him against his daughter and turned them against each other. Of course, the betrayal hit Decanal harder than the spell. The Black wolf watched her human counterpart wither away and attack Kiona blinded by rage. Kiona almost lost her life due to Decanal's poisoned claws during the fight but she only succeeded after stabbing Decanal with the forbidden dagger which split the wolf into two.