Female Disney Villains Novels & Stories

It’s almost comical. “Wait, are you serious…?” Jason asks. Ryan just looks lost in thought as the words repeat in his head. “So, you’re saying that you're the last female dragon? I thought there weren't any female dragons left. They all died because of the shit Danny Further put our whole race through..” Ryan says while directly looking at me. Searching my face for answers. “It’s true guys. I’ve met Sapphire, her dragon. She's beautiful and amazing. She really is one of a kind.” I’ve got a smitten smile on my face, I look at Lily and she’s smiling right back at me.

Freya asked. "There is a reason why I fired her from the council, Freya. Someone like her can't just go behind my back looking for an assassin, without keeping me informed. Do you know what else she could have planned without my notice?" "Well, you're only looking at what can go wrong because she's a woman, isn't it, Roy?" I said nothing to that. Sipped my drink. She got up from the bed, paced a little, then stopped and looked at me. "You know, I don't think you've ever actually respected a woman's worth, Roy. You should learn how to do so, or I am going to teach you one of these days."

Pardon. "Have you forgotten who you are? Is that it?". She added unrepentant. "You are not some naive little girl that blushes because of a man. You're not allowed to. You are Alpha Aegis, The second Female Alpha in the history of Werewolves. You are The Poison Rose. You are a woman stronger that twelve men altogether, and you're allowing a minor issue throw you of guard. If the enemies were to attack today, right now and catch you unguarded, What would you say is the cause. I got defeated because I couldn't get my big girl panties back on?" Brianna scoffed, "Okay. That's enou...."

while the others laughed. I could only narrow my eyes since the laugh was so venomous and toxic, similar to that of a snake. “Well, well, well, if the Duchess hadn't done that.” “We ought to have taken more care to avoid upsetting her, I suppose.” "For the time being, it appears that she is who the secret society claims to be." “She's never been a typical person.” “Despite not even being a human, she is bathed in this human aura." “It would be much easier to explain than to kill her, so I suppose we could skip that part.”

I say with a malicious smirk, then walk away. To have higher status, before becoming a Mistress of Pandora, I inherit the title after the previous mistress. Lady Octavia Hilliard. She was once the beloved wife of a king, but because of jealousy from other wives, she was accused of poisoning the king because of witchcraft. Octavia was sentenced to be exiled to the Dark Forest to die. But unexpectedly survived as she was a half-witch. The monsters and dark creatures of The Abyss all served her as their master. While living in Pandora's castle and getting accustomed to her new life, not once did she resent the people who abandoned her but lived her life.

"You won't get there for 8 more hours." Rose smiled, and dreamed Of a strange woman, with violet eyes, dark skin like cinnamon, a small chest whose nipples were brown like syrup, and fangs. She dreamed of kissing this siren - a vampire? A lamia? An Aswang Queen. The dream girl wore a silver starlet crystal crown, delicate as fine bone China. And the mountains burned beneath her, a poison garden of baby bones. "I am what you seek, Rose Smith," the treacherous dream girl said.

If she was to stay together with Logan then she was sure she would either f*ck him till his cock breaks or she will f*cking stab him in the heart and roast it for her wolf to eat. There was no one in between. “ Have you ever seen me a joke, Maleficent?” was all Logan said causing a rush of anger to flow in Levy’s head. “ My name is not Maleficent,” she snapped in a curt voice. She hated those fairy tales where the witches were always portrayed as bad women, why were they even written like that? Just because they could make potions and had powers that a human can only dream of? They must have been quite jealous of witches and their powers to write witches as villains.

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.

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

The comb disappears into the dark below, toward the shimmering veil of the Forbidden Zone. I realise, with a calm that does not belong to a dying woman, that I will follow it. Liam tilts my face up to his. He does this gently, with one hand, the way you tilt a lover's face to kiss her. His blue-and-purple scales are flecked now with my blood. His silver-tipped fins catch the last of the twilight the way the comb did. He is beautiful. He has always been beautiful. I hate him with a depth I did not know I had, because I am, or I have been, a queen who kneels in the market to sing babies to sleep and who has been told all seven months of her reign that she is too soft for this throne.