Halo Villain Novelas e Histórias

As far as she was concerned, they needed to paint Aakifahlynn as the villain for her appointment of Queen to be flawless and without questions, complaints, scrutiny, or doubts. But Jairus felt differently. He was convinced Taisiya's plan would not work because they did not get the time Taisiya needed to warm up to his people, even if they painted Aakifahlynn as the villain. The people may revolt rather than willingly accept someone from a different species entirely as their new Queen Luna. This was not supposed to be this way. They had not planned on losing Aakifahlynn anytime soon because, as far as they were concerned, she would not be a problem for them.

One of the villains pinned him with shadow tendrils. Mike shouted, “James, duck!” He pressed a button. The drone shot upward, releasing a shockwave of blue light that exploded outward. The villains staggered back, their forms glitching. James rolled away, chest heaving. “Mike! That thing is crazy!” Mike smirked. “Thank me later.” Clara watched all of them fighting, helping, and risking themselves. For her. Something inside her tightened. The tallest villain steadied himself and pointed directly at Clara. “We smell your blood, child of the old time. Your power will awaken soon… and when it does…”

And in the center, suspended in a sea of liquid crystal, was the transfigured Elias Vaughn - the Architect of Shadows, the Interface of the Veil, and the final gatekeeper of the human timeline. The battle for the soul of the Earth had begun. The "Hush" was dead. Long live the noise. End of Volume 1

“Your idiot.” The seal glowed, then sank into their skin. Two marks on two hearts. Irrevocable. Undeniable. They stayed like that, bodies tangled, magic humming around them, lips brushing with each broken breath. Finally whole. And yet, Victor’s eyes darkened. A flicker of shadow still coiled behind them. The villain wasn’t gone. Just… silent. Aaron noticed it. Felt it. But didn’t flinch. “I don’t want the villain gone,” Aaron murmured. “He’s you too. The part that would kill the world for me.”

{System Booting… 3% 45% 79% 100% Welcome to The 'Villainess Justice System'} A robotic voice thundered loudly across the area, announcing its presence. "Nnngh...Shut it….Shut it now!" The once stark figure from which the dark energy was absorbed from, seemed to have life as it yelled in a domineering tone with its gaze on the white floor. "Noisy." It muttered. Resulting from dark matter being taken away from it, the figure now appeared to be a woman. She possessed long dark, flowing hair with the top part tied into a bun with a blue feathered ribbon. Holding a sword dripping with fresh blood, her whole body was also drenched in another person's blood, possibly a victim as her body harboured

Augustus and Sharmaine's job was to fight with people of the same rank. “That girl is Selina, she's a vampire super soldier. Zelda, can you fight her?” Sharmaine looked Zelda. Zelda nodded, the girl with the beauty of an angel but the power to scare vampires: "I will fight." Zelda knows her duty, she must fight for her family, her father and mother must confront forces more powerful than the vampire super-soldier. Zelda jumped into the air, she blocked Selina's attack path. Smiling Selina, a vampire super-soldier who is Sharmaine's daughter.

“She gave everything for you. And what did you do? You used her for your own benefit. You used her for publicity, for your image, like she was nothing but a prop.” He shook his head weakly, trying to speak, but the shadows around his throat silenced him. “You killed her child, Hyperion,” I spat, my rage bubbling to the surface. “You erased her memories, took away her life, and left her with nothing.” I saw the regret in his eyes, but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. “You’re not a hero,” I snarled. “You’re a villain. Just like the G.H.C. You pretend to fight for justice, but you’re all the same. All of you. You’re nothing but killers and liars.”

There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them. He wasn’t the only one who possessed unnatural abilities. There was a female warrior in his pack that was known as Nightingale. She was extremely agile with swift reflexes that were almost invisible to the naked eye. Aside from her, there was Phantom. I didn’t know the ranks of the pack members, but each member had skills that were just as strong as their Alpha. Phantom could move so fast that some believed he could teleport and he was more dangerous than Shadowstrike. Phantom was a known killer and was on the top of the wanted list for not only werewolves but al

Absolutely no way! “That’s who he is. He’s that much of a gentle killer, and his most prominent weapons are both his smile and the innocent look on his face.” That got me silenced. There are truly people who love to display weakness when they’re capable of atrocities far stronger than they’re ever expected to commit. He could be one of those. However, he couldn’t possibly have anything against me, right? Other than the fact that, I'm his brother’s wife and the newest member of his family.

He smiles. “You thought you were chosen,” he murmurs. “But you were just a placeholder.” The ember in his hand reignites, brighter this time, hotter, hungry. “Raven,” he says, “is the one who matters.” The room darkens around him, shadows stretching like claws. And for the first time since I bound myself to the Hallow…I realize I’m not the villain of this story. I’m the pawn.