Fire Villain Novels & Stories

Despite that, something about him still gives me pause. Sure, he spared Fiona like he said he had, but the unfortunate bartender wasn't so fortunate. And let's be real – a guy with a track record of bloodshed isn't exactly the epitome of reliability. I may have my own shadows lurking in the corners of my past, but I can't let Vivaldi turn Shadowvale into his personal playground for carnage. That'd be like sending out a neon invitation to Vampire hunters, putting my own secret at risk. The last thing I need is a posse of Vampire hunters descending upon Shadowvale, sniffing out my own secrets in the process.

The smell of smoke followed Elena Vale into death. It crawled into her lungs like poison, thick and unforgiving, as the golden ballroom collapsed into chaos around her. Flames devoured silk curtains. Crystal chandeliers shattered like falling stars against marble floors. The world she once ruled was now a funeral built of fire. And somewhere beyond the inferno—people were laughing. “Elena Vale did it!” “She finally snapped!” “The villainess tried to kill Lady Seraphina!”

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

Half an hour? By now, the fire was raging hotter than ever, and from under the hood came a second muffled explosion. I knew perfectly well this car wouldn’t last ten more minutes. Inside the smoke-filled car, I heard my own hoarse voice saying, “Thomas… you really want me dead?” A light, mocking laugh came through the comms. “One life to secure Mandy’s future. Doesn’t sound like a bad trade, does it? “Come on, pretty racer, the cameras are all on you.”

Alpha Evan asked, his furious gaze fixed on Alpha Adrian. Alpha Adrian glared at me, making me avert my gaze. I was too stunned to even try to defend myself. Besides, in my shocked state, I realised that no matter what I said, Alpha Adrian would obviously listen to Alpha Evan over me for he was an Alpha and I was Melody, the girl he hated more than anything in this world. I also belatedly realised that even if I tried to tell Alpha Adrian what I'd seen Alpha Evan do, he would never believe me. Heck, he'd probably sock me in the gut before I'd even finished my explanation.

His name is Anthony such a soft name for someone who is never to be messed with. He is the most ruthless person you can ever be unfortunate to meet. Those who have met him never lived to tell the story of their encounter, and those who has seen him from afar pray top never have to meet him in person. He does not tolerate anyone involving children or women, he kills them off instantly. But since it seems like most people try to sneakily involve them, he sometimes is involved in the torture of the person. The person on his right whose name is Robert is his brother, his best friend and also his lawyer. They have been together for a long time.

I didn't need to call insurance for my car to be knocked over. "I'm sorry but I couldn't help but see you were driving towards a cliff," he comes out, his shades still on as he shut the door to his car. "And you think I wasn't aware of that?" "Look you're no lifeguard-" "But I am the FBI," "Should I be scared?" "Were you trying end your life?" I shake my head. "No," "And why the hell does that even concern you?" I roll my eyes, shutting the door to my car as well and cross my arms over my chest.

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

“It's impossible to steal from you something that has never been yours.” “You're not a Cartelli, and you never will be,” Vito hissed. “Be sure that one day I'll correct my father's mistake.” “I'll be waiting then.” Hunter held his stare. “And I will watch you fail.” I barely suppressed a shudder when I saw the feral rage burning in Vito's eyes. For a moment, I began to fear he might try to attack Hunter and expose how weakened the future Don Cartelli was. I held my breath, watching the two predators. The tension between them was almost palpable.

A twisted and mad-looking grin spreads across the rogue’s face before he says the name that has us all rearing back. “Juniper.” Killian roars and lunges for the rogue’s neck, it takes all three of us to hold him back, as the rogue cackles in the most cliché evil villain way possible. “What do you need Juniper for?” I growl. “Now little Alpha King, that’s not any of your business.” He chuckles.