Romans & histoires I Am The Fated Villain Cultivation Realms

he asked me back. I shook my head as I continued to look into his eyes. “The local people here call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.” He looked at my hand and held my pinky finger. His eyes then back to mine. “I didn't believe in fate and love at first sight, but now I believe because I've been in love with you from the first time I saw you,” he said in a soft voice.

Karmina gritted her teeth as her vision cleared. Five candles, positioned at each point of the star she sat in, flickered and dimmed to lowlight. The stale stench of blood from where she formed her circle lingered still. "Woman was useless, after all." She seethed. Karmina rose to her feet and swept her hand out from beside her. The flames of the candles went out at once and darkness swarmed her vision. She snapped her fingers and the light from the hanging chandelier high above her flickered on. Lying around her circle were animal carcasses. Wildlife from outside her new home. "Weak. All of them are weak!" She swung her hand around and a spray of ichor shot out from her hand and splattered

They would have killed him but a man in his mid forties saved him and took him in. He took care of him. He made sure Mile regained all his strength. He trained him to be strong. He taught him to fight. And only then Mile got to know that the man belongs to the Mafia. The dark side of the world. Mile could leave it if he wanted to. But he didn’t. Power.... Money.. What else one needs? He got everything after that kind man died. He gave everything to Mile. And since then his men were loyal to Mile. He met Natt during an exhibition for the business market. He was taking chances to expand his business of fruits and vegetables import export. But lost his heart.

Because Aria, for all her strength, did not understand the depths of the chains that held her—nor did she realize that it was I who held the key to her freedom. --- As I stood above the battlefield, hidden from their prying eyes, I allowed myself a small, satisfied smile. The ritual was already in motion. The dark forces I had summoned were beginning to materialize, creeping up from the shadows and feeding into the curse that would soon be unleashed upon the mate bond system.

"I need a ton of herb." "What benefits the vampire Clan gain?" "Strong alliance of course." "What is your background, young master?" The young mistress no longer call him a pretty boy, instead another friendly approached. "That's my privacy. For the starting of our cooperation, I'll give some information." My family was the stronger Immortal, the pride they have must be keep stable. Just because my body have some illnesses, they abondon me and send me into the tenth realm. I can't be heal from their perspective, no longer have a future cultivation. I don't ship junk, will take revenge to these shit family someday. Destroyed them pieces by piecese slowly, torture? No. I will created havoc eve

"Is there something special about his sisters? The only ones who need special women are from the Nefarious Deity Sect. They're good at corpse refinement and often need bodies with rare constitutions. Besides, the Nefarious Deity Sect has always had the vile habit of using human furnaces." Mentioning furnaces reminded Carla of Fallon's oath. He had sworn that, for her sake, he would never cultivate with furnaces for the rest of his life. He truly followed through. Cultivating through furnaces was mainstream in the Nefarious Deity Sect, but Fallon had refused to do it because of her. That proved how deeply he loved her. At that moment, Carla fell into sweet reminiscence, the corners of her mou

Forced to mark one another in the belief that we will make each other stronger. I took great delight in enjoying Shannen’s body repeatedly. I think she also enjoyed mine. But after we marked each other, I didn’t feel any different physically. But mentally, Killian would want to survive so he could complete the mating process. Maybe that’s what the saying refers to. Despite my disappointment. Shannen is officially my mate, and I am ecstatic. Killian is frustrated that he has to wait. But with the current situation, he understands. We knew Millicent was coming. There was no way to escape what was about to happen. Broady said she’s waiting for more creatures to boost her army.

"I swear on the blood that flows in my vein, on the gods of the moon! If Calhoun does not die by my hand, I shall die by his!" Felix chuckled. "What a brilliant curse you have put on yourself." "Yes yes." Yara agreed. "Bring me the prisoners." Some wolves went into the castle and the screams of their family members could be heard. Felix's face turned black. Yara was playing unfairly. "Now, shall you tell me where your king lies or shall I show you what the heart of your wife looks like?" Yara asked, grabbing Felix's wife and pulling her towards himself. Yara looked disgusting as a human and even more disgusting as a wolf.

We were close to winning, and I could taste victory. Just when it seemed like the tide was turning in our favor, the Crimson Fang's leader, a tall malevolent figure with eyes that burned as steel, stepped forward. "You fools," he sneered. "You think you can defeat us? We have the power of the other realms on our side." I smiled with determination burning within me. "We'll see about that." He laughed. “ You all will end up being our food” He scorned and turned to his men. “ Kill them all! Destroy them all!”

“Farah.” She whispers as the image of the vessel that is her future is being drawn unto the book and by which fate is linked and created by her very existence. She looks at the image of the young prince that turns into a dark prince from the changes and agreed with what befalls him. Unto the chimera that she ought to give her body for the other to take the deal from HIM and for her to live in that very vessel. Everything is according to HIS game and plan, unto the complicated mind game of chess that THEY are both playing. “Cunning, sinister, and dark. Can someone’s fault lead everything into destruction?”