Hush Villain Novels & Stories

The Hush Devours the Crown Kieran's POV Before the first crow broke the dawn hush, Kieran was already standing at the orchard trench. The wind pushed frost across the brine path in thin sheets, covering the blackened footprints they'd pressed into the soil when they dragged Thorell's last sons to the pit. It should've felt final. It didn't. His fingers rested on the old orchard fence , splintered rails tied together with scraps of old priest robes. Each knot was crusted in pitch. Each knot smelled like the night they buried Calor's crown so deep no lie could root itself in the hush again. He could taste it now, the hush , thick on his tongue when he opened his mouth to breathe. Somewhere b

Eros said “I've checked him, I have good and bad news, which do you want to hear?” “Bad news” “He is under a spell, I couldn't identify the source or how long, it's something called a hush spell” “Hush?” “Yeah, it's mostly used to prevent a person for spilling secrets” “So he knows something he's not meant to know then, is that what you're saying?” “Yes, she nodded, unfortunately, he may have tried to reveal it earlier, hence his current situation” I nodded, “thinking back, he was indeed trying to tell me something, he did try to mention something about Zarael but suddenly went mute”

Jordan pulled Grace’s face into his chest, shielding her as chaos erupted—footsteps, shouted commands, the unmistakable thud of bodies colliding. Through the haze, a voice carried—calm, amused. “Jordan.” Victor. Jordan’s blood turned cold. “Still hiding behind people who bleed for you?” Victor called from somewhere unseen. “You always were sentimental.” Jordan stepped forward, fury coiled tight. “Show yourself.” A silhouette emerged at the edge of the smoke—Victor Hale, immaculate as ever, flanked by men who moved like professionals. Not thugs. Contractors. Victor smiled. “You wanted truth? This is the cost.”

The cup shattered. The veins on his neck thickened. They spread to his jaw. His eyes turned a shade darker. “Mira,” he rumbled. The voice wasn't entirely his. “What are you hiding?” I backed away. “Nothing! I swear!” He rounded the table. He moved with unnatural speed. The dark lines crawled up his cheeks. His pupils dilated until his eyes were almost black pools. My eyes widened in horror. He reached out. His fingers elongated. Dark sharp claws extended from his fingertips.

While the children settled into the stone-carved villas of the Sanctuary, a new threat was coalescing ten thousand miles away. In a high-rise in Zurich, a man sat in a room bathed in candlelight. He didn't use computers; he didn't trust them. He used shadows. His name was Silas Vane—the man Hecate had called "The Vulture." He was the Council’s Chief Inquisitor, a man whose lineage predated the Robinson experiments by centuries. He didn't need DNA to be a monster; he was born one.

“Your son has been bewitched. Not only has she returned to ruin our image like her dead father, but she has also come to destroy our following the disgusting evil acts of her father.” Logan was nodding in approval to what his wife was saying, Chloe had squeezed and thrown my hands away, smirking as she pulled the chair back, pushing me away while she took over the spot, but none was the worst of all, but rather it was Ethan. He had returned to his eating as though nothing was going on around him, as though I wasn’t being humiliated, and it got me thinking, what if he set this up on the purpose to humiliate me? After all, he desperately wants me to leave, to not find who my father’s killer is

I was never going to feel sorry for anyone, especially not a wicked Villain like me. "Hahahaha… Damien! Look at you. All grown up. Ready to be an Alpha. What were you thinking? That you would run somewhere, away from your pack? Away from your responsibility? Tell me, who's the villain here? Haha" I remained silent. All I could hear in my head was the truth that came out from his mouth. "Listen up, kid," he wheezed, "you can't dodge these dark truths. Embrace them, live with 'em. Those sacrifices, all for you, Damien. Can't you see? Think your wolf's some Moon Goddess present?"

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him

I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain. 一 What are you still doing in front of me? 一 I asked and started to leave, but the girl brutally pulled my arm. 一 You attract attention wherever you walk 一 She uttered the words with hatred and squeezed my arm 一 You're going to lose everything 一 She threatened almost spitting and then I smiled evil. 一 Who do you think you are to threaten me? 一 I asked pulling my arm with all my strength. 一 Your worst nightmare 一 He said with hesitation in his voice.

“I know Hannah won’t let you kill me and that’s the only reason I’ll give the order.” Valeria pulled him up by his shirt. “Make it quick.” It was quite funny to her he thought his daughter wouldn’t go as far as wanting him dead. If only he knew what was going on in Hannah’s head. “Retreat!” Vladimir said loudly and as expected, every griffin came to a halt. “Thank you for your cooperation, kind sir.” Valeria pushed her claws into his back until she felt something pumping. Her father’s murderer fell to the ground with his eyes wide with shock and pain.