Novel & Cerita I Became A Dark Fantasy Villain

“You’re talking about tearing the whole world down. Starting a war that will destroy the pack, the city, everything. For a woman who has not asked to be saved.” “She doesn’t have to ask!” The shout tore from my throat, followed by a vicious cough that made my ribs scream in protest. I gasped for air, seeing spots. “She’s confused. He’s manipulated her, dazzled her with his power. When she sees it for the poison it is, when she sees the quiet, safe haven I can offer… she’ll choose me.” It was the truth that kept me going. The central, unshakable pillar of my plan. Irene was a gentle soul, a creature of light. Dante’s world was darkness and violence. It was simple. She just needed to see the a

He later died in the book, even Jade had also had died before the end of the book and she was guessing it was an happy ending for the leads . ' oh so it was that guy , he's way better than that idíót fiance of mine , let's go see how he looks like ' she thought before leaving the principal's office . She preferred him over the male lead ,a million times . At least he wasn't an hypocrite. There's nothing anyone can tell her that would make her like that Lance. He was the one who turned Jade into a Villian. The moment she went out ,she was ambushed by Lilith who was growing impatient already .

They all came rushing towards her, she smirked internally, who did they thought she was, she brought out the dagger from her pocket and threw it to the nearest man she saw, she smiled internally because it was poisoned it didn't take a while for the poison to start showing it effects. Her dark eyes became more darker and they glistened they were all surprised, she gave flying kicks to them all, she yanked them away and a few more minutes they were all rolling on the ground helplessly, the old man was of course surprised, who was this lady he tampered with? millions of thought came running into his mind. Maddison looked at him, and he looked at her back, he didn't believe he could ever do it

"They're known as Darklings, vampires who do not possess a concrete bloodline from the Original Royal Family. Most of them are turned humans who have been corrupted by blood lust and a lack of the seal that imprints itself on every Vampire turned by one who is of true lineage blood. It seems the Dark Mages have altered them even more, corrupted their minds and enhanced their abilities to make them more dangerous than they usually are....Those foolish children. They shall pay for their error and for trying to alter goddess Hekate's laws." Lady Ira spoke up, cursing in what sounded like Latin as she finally latched onto the beings I had sensed with her own magic. "Fucking Jonathan. I can't wai

“We need to hit them before they reach the ridge. If they take that high ground, it’ll be over.” “We’ll set traps, use the forest to our advantage,” Damien said, eyes scanning the horizon as if he could see the enemy through the trees. “But it won’t be easy. They’re stronger than before—warlocks, rogues, even some dark sorcerers who answer to Viktor personally.” My heart clenched. I had faced Viktor before—seen the depths of his cruelty and cunning—but this new threat, this army of darkness, felt like a shadow growing beyond anything I had imagined.

I reminded him gently. He started to shake his head. “Not really. Not really, Daethie. I was hiding you from the world because I feared that if they knew, they would take you away from me.” He sighed heavily, and cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking over the skin. “I was still my father’s son. It seemed not to matter as much in Nerith, and not at all when I was alone with you… And I could pretend to myself… But when Ecaeris brought me the formal clothes and told me that they’d had to amputate that man’s arm,” he drew in a deep breath through his nose and released it. “And then, there you were, every inch the princess amongst your family… I realized that I was a villain, just like my father. A

Their names vanished from the records almost overnight. I had hated his uncle for holding the place that should have been mine. That hatred had been simple and sharp. Yet when I first heard the stories about Levante, fear settled in its place. He was not someone I could defeat alone. A young child who could reshape an entire kingdom in less than half a decade? I could no longer feel the same certainty I had once felt toward his uncle. That was why, five years ago, I brought Wizard Ivan into my service. He was an expert in dark magic. He understood exactly what could be done and what should be left untouched. I placed my trust in his knowledge because I needed an edge that no ordinary force c

His voice broke the silence. “No.” For a moment, his eyes moved over my face, searching for a crack in my answer. “You don’t have to pretend with me.” “I’m not pretending.” I glanced briefly at the door before looking back at him. “I’m assessing the damage. Cassian will go straight to the elders and Clara will make sure he tells the story in a way that paints us as the villains.” “Let them talk.” “That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one whose family name is already under attack.”

Plus of course, she was at home, often no more than an arm's reach away. That said, the idea of incest was hot, but it was just a fantasy. But was it an unachievable one? Monday, October 22: Day 1 of Project Mother Fucker The next day, encouraged by Portia's tantalizing words yesterday, I decided to start what I called Project Mother Fucker. I wasn't sure I would be successful, but my Dad's old saying that I'd always hated, now seemed appropriate in an ironic way: go big or go home.

Ivara's POV I gulped, then pressed my lips together. I glanced around the yard, particularly at the stakes or perhaps what was left of them. The ruins, the blood, the corpses. What did I expect in Dark Hound? Normalcy? This was a pack that operated by its own rules and ruled by its own terms. Their Alpha was Xlynor fucking Darkazov! The villain to other Alphas, the defiant and maverick Alpha in the shifters' realm. And that Alpha was also my so-called master. I could not afford to keep being shocked by scenery like this. I had to get used to this. Somehow.