Female Villain Deku Mga Nobela at Kwento

I asked and pointed to the woman anchored to the man I had been staring at. "Ow she's Anastasia Valdemore, a vampire. Daughter of Duke Francisco Valdemore of Crimson Valley. She's part of the royal section too. She's dead over heels to Prince Daemon. She keeps on clingging to the prince like a leech and she's also prince daemon's fiancee but the prince doesn't feel the same way coz many rumors are spreading that the prince already found his beloved" Cheska said. I looked at them again, my eyebrows arched when i saw the prince looking at me again. I looked away and continued eating.

Hair black as night, kissed with streaks of impossible green, eyes like oceans that could drown a kingdom. "She seems pretty..." Fru blushed "Born from a red dragon and a golden dragon...whoa..she sure has the good genes doesn't she. Why would anyone call someone so pretty, huthra'vor? I feel this is jealousy at play. Petty creatures. Pretty sure the mockers are the ones with faces that screamed ‘abandoned by the creator', not Valia." Fru didn't understand why she was mad but she sure as hell wanted to test her fighting skills on some uglies.

I stood slowly. “A female,” she added. Snow-colored fur. Fights like she can see. Took down three of Axel’s men last week. Word is, she’s rogue. From Seattle. And people are starting to wonder who the hell she is.” My jaw tightened. “They’re talking about Kaliah.” Maren gave me a dry look. “No shit.” I did give her a look back, and she winced, but she was more than willing to brush off any fear she had to get to the point. I’d let her get away with it this time, but next time? She wouldn’t be so lucky.

Valeria was a kingdom of breathtaking splendor-a land of rolling emerald hills, sparkling rivers, and a towering castle that pierced the sky like a shard of silver. It was also a kingdom ruled by fear and whispers, much of it attributed to its sharp-tongued, unrelenting, and ruthlessly ambitious princess, Lady Daphne Vasquez.

“My Duchess… I’m with you, whatever happens.” She met my eyes, as if searching them for any signs of uncertainty. “Duke… the Valkyrie are much further on the other side of the line of the law than the Henchmen are. Compared to us, Rogue is a cuddly teddy bear. We’ve had to be incredibly ruthless so I can prove I belong amongst the big players.”

But underneath those kind eyes is a stone-cold killer. They nicknamed her the Onryo. Which is a Japanese vengeful spirit. Returned in ghost form to harvest the souls of those that have betrayed them in life. She is the first female Don, also known as a Donna. Apparently she is a force to be reckoned with and has mastered many kinds of self defence skills. But her favourite weapon of choice is the Katana. Hence the name. The last thing her enemies see is the look of death in her eyes as she takes her revenge.

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.