Ferngully Villain Novels & Stories

Valora purred. Ferna and Elsie stiffened on either side of me. I could feel their shock even before I turned and saw their eyes, wide, confused, worried. They had never spoken to Valora before. Most people preferred not to. She was beautiful the way a venomous flower was beautiful: striking, intoxicating, and very, very dangerous. I didn’t even get a chance to speak before Valora reached forward and slid her fingers into one of my loose curly locs hanging near my shoulder.

She screamed in pain as her now fragile body connected with the hardwood flooring, her shoulder dislocating, sending red-hot agony pulsing through her body. "I gave you my trust." Venom dripped from Freya's lips as she picked the discarded cell phone off the floor, pulverising it into dust with her hand. Fury suffused her, her feral side dominating. She loomed over the fallen woman, talons out, fangs bared, black pitiless eyes boring into her curled up body.

She had long lashes ,green eyes ,long black hair ,pink plump lips and had three piercings on her ear . " What the hell!" She exclaimed then something clicked into her . ' wasn't this the appearance of the Villianess in A Taste of love? She then suddenly laughed at her ridiculous thought but then again it was the truth. The girl was really beautiful that she was very popular for her pretty look. " Jade, you must have gone crazy, come on close your eyes and open " she muttered then after opening her eyes , she was still same . ' what the hell is going on !!!!! She internally screamed .

A few of his buttons were left undone and she could spot the hard walls of his slightly hairy chest. Dear lord, she hoped he wouldn't take the duvet off and force himself on her. Her body wasn't willing to give in to him just yet. Liar, liar, pants on fire. Her wolf shot back and she gulped. "I suppose you sent the fairy sisters to my room," Finlay accused quietly. He had reached her bed, but he didn't make any move to touch her. The way fire from the royal lamps reflected on his wine-colored robe, and how it made his hair golden brown, his blue eyes a shade darker, gave off this intimidating yet devilishly charming aura that Ophelia was certain most females wouldn't resist. They would throw

"We all know we haven't seen a rogue like this in ages. It's just… it's not possible.” "The stench of these scoundrels is unmistakable," Farrow growled, his eyes fixed on the fallen rogues. "Even in my old age, I'd recognize their foul odor anywhere. They are the most despised breed of villains, and I will never forget the mark they leave.”

Apparently, he’d underestimated Drusden’s coven, too. A fucking miscalculation. Vergilius met his gaze, a dark smile spreading across his face. “By now, I am most certain Drusden already holds your sylph.” Gildeon sucked in a sharp breath, flexing his clawed hand, joints crunching with a deep, bone-like crack. Then he thrust his arm to his side, hurling fire into the fog. The flames struck and dissipated as if colliding with an invisible wall that swallowed them whole.

He muttered. With a sly wink, Vaughan said, “you are just easily manipulated by my fondness for you, that is all.” Another grunt escaped Fenryn's lips, and he gave the other man a scowl. “You call it fondness, I call it evil. You demon you.” He scoffed. After a moment, his expression became softer, and while rolling his eyes, Fenryn said, “I swear you could get away with murder, with how smooth a talker you

“They say Grace came to Blackmoor because Fern begged for help.” “That’s not what I heard.” “Well, what did you hear?” “That Fern isn’t stable. That she’s overwhelmed. That the mark did something… strange.” My jaw tightens. Fern isn’t strange. “They say she manipulated Alpha Gaven,” the other whispers. “That she knew exactly what she was doing. They say she is dangerous.” I step around the corner before I can stop myself, letting my anger fill the space. They both jump. “Finish it,” I say evenly.

Hearing that, the big-bellied man then raised his head before declaring, “Listen here! I’m called Fane and I’m the boss of this village! Since you’ve come to my village, you should hand us something as a welcome gift! Otherwise, it’ll be hard for me to allow you to stay here!” Upon hearing that, Gerald instantly knew that Fane was merely a gangster trying to blackmail them for money. While the threats would surely fool the more gullible people, Gerald was experienced with people like Fane. With that in mind, he wasn’t about to allow Fane to take advantage of them. Regardless, before Gerald could even reply, Fane—who had his gaze fixed on Juno and Nori for a while now—revealed a sinister smil

She wrapped the handle on her pointed finger as she played with it in circles, patiently waiting for his answer. "Hah! A lady like you can't kill a person. You can't even step on a little ant!" He mocked her and forced himself to laugh. Unexpectedly, she sarcastically laughed with him and pressed her foot harder on his head. "You're underestimating me too much, honey. How about we give it a try?" She bent her body near him and stuck the dagger roughly against his neck which is soaked with cold sweat and now, dark red fluids started to run down the knife. The man hissed in pain as Blaire planted it deeper with a grin on her face. She looked like a psychopath but she hates being looked down th