I Became A Dark Fantasy Villain Mga Nobela at Kwento

That’s why I’m staying here, longing my patience studying college again, for a hundredth times. Aside from, ‘I kill the balance or I’ll be killed fate’. I was also fated to give misery to people since I’m Dark. I give people misery when they announced that they like or love me because, Dark should not receive love since it is Dark, and it supposed to receive only hatred. I also hunt bad people and kill them or give them punishment. Or when I’m in a good mood, I torture them. Fun right! It is fun not until I’ve come across this girl.

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.

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

“Sorry baby girl, but you’re stuck here until you figure out that your mine.” “So, you tricked me!” Ivy growled. “I had to, you needed to think I was on your side, we are dark dwellers, you are having my child, soon you are going to be my bride and you are going to be the darkest of the dark. You are special.” He said walking over to her. “I am going to make you see.” He said touching her face. “Don’t touch me!” she growled. “I will make you pay for tricking me.”

Her anger took over her heart and mind. "It turns out that from the start you were after Quirino's money. Quirino was so stupid that he could be fooled by a woman like you." Daniel's voice sounded cold and arrogant. “10 Billion? I won't give you a penny of my money, it's better if I use the 10 billion to destroy you." Daniel clenched his jaw tightly to hold back the feeling that was bothering him. Since when did he have this kind of behavior? To have the desire to destroy other people's lives? But, he did this for Quirino, didn't he? Not only was Morana a bad influence on her brother, but she was also mentally unstable.

I could feel Astari's reluctance in not wanting me to go further. “What is it, Astari?” I said to her, “Velkrin!” She yelled. “Impossible, Astari,” I replied to her. “Velkrins cannot be inside the castle.” Velkrins are ancient and dark beings without form. They are like shadows, consuming the souls of people, turning them into dead skeletons. What was peculiar about them was that they were controlled by vampires, wolves' natural rivals. So, wherever one was found, a vampire was close by.

He smirked mysteriously as he rubbed his palm together. “What do you mean?” I asked because I didn't catch whatever he'd said… “I want you to crawl your way into Alex’s Life again and this time make sure you own the keys to his heart… Make him bow to you and slowly divide the family…make them feel every single pain and torment you went through… Make them feel your wrath….” Damian was indeed the handsome villain in her life… He knew how to break and make a person and also have the cruelest plans laid out in his head..

The man Adrian had always wanted to save. A bitter laugh escaped him. "What kind of cosmic joke is this?" Slowly, he looked back toward the mirror. The face staring back at him belonged to Elian Ashford. The identity he now possessed. The future enemy of Cassian Nyx. The prince history would remember as the man who destroyed him. Of all the people he could have become, the universe had chosen the worst possible one. Fate had a cruel sense of humor: the one person he wanted to protect would one day become his greatest enemy.

Adrian sees me settle in bed before turning off the lights and settling down on the couch. I lay in bed, focused on the dark ceiling, organizing the information. King Friedrich created the Dark Phoenix as the anti-hero for his kind. But why? What did he fear that led him to press the breaks so harshly? Does he have any living relatives? I have a feeling this isn’t even the tip of the Iceberg. This story is like Swiss cheese, full of holes.

"Someone who knows what happens next." "Yes." "Who?" Her throat tightened. A thin black line stirred under her jaw, and she pressed her fingers against it and shook her head. I understood that I would not get a name from her. Maybe not ever. "I can tell you what they have done," she said hoarsely. "They have used the vision as a map. The red dress. The forged letter. The poisoned tea. Even the rogues. Every cruelty it promised Amelia was a reason for Gideon to cling to her harder, and a bond like this grows fat on clinging." Her silver eyes were terrible. "The tighter he holds, the more it takes. If he dies when the bond is at its strongest, everything it has stored goes to one person."