I Became The Villains Mother Mga Nobela at Kwento

My mother said to her and Natgy turned to glare at her. “Oh, Charlotte, don’t make me seem like the Villain here. You and I both know Garrett was mine before you stole him away from me.” Natgy said and turned to look at me. “So if anyone is to be termed the Villain here, it’s your mother!” Natgy said, still looking at me. “You’re still not over the fact that I was fated to your lover?” My mum exclaimed. “How was that my fault? I’m not the moon goddess” She said, her uneasiness evident in her voice.

"Keep going. The next part is worse." I scanned the lines, breath catching. "Real mother identified as Elara Voss, previous Alpha Queen of the Northern Wastes. Assassinated by Victor Blackthorn exactly twenty years ago. Motive: seizure of her raw power core. Child hidden through surrogate placement with Lila Voss for continued monitoring." The words blurred. I slammed the folder shut. "Victor killed my real mom? For power? And Lila... she's not even family?" Jax grabbed my shoulder, firm but careful. "Hey. Breathe. We don't have much time before they notice this is gone."

Her words hung heavy in the air, and for once, I didn’t disagree. I wiped the blood from my chin and looked at her. “I probably deserved that.” “Probably?” another voice snapped. I barely had time to turn before Ivy’s small frame collided with mine. Her fist connected with my temple, sending stars across my vision. She didn’t stop — gods, she didn’t stop. The girl was relentless, every strike burning with betrayal. She was a lot like her mother. “You—ruined—everything!” she screamed between blows. “You tried to kill my mother! You sold her! You almost destroyed us all!”

“You killed your own mother. She died trading her soul for yours. The reason that Ike hated you for so long was because your own mother shifted betraying the moon goddess herself. The biggest of sins!” “What are you talking about?” I scowl at her. “She shifted whilst pregnant Aida, killing the baby and herself. Tell me…are you worth those two lives…I don’t think so.” “That’s enough!” Henri roars at his own mate. “You…kept alive…instead of a Luna and a back up Alpha. I don’t think so!” Her hatred of me is clear. I hate myself also right now. This is the reason I was shunned. My mother shifted whilst pregnant to save me from the burning car. Pain courses through my body, each blood cell crying

“What can I possibly do? You’re the ones who said you wanted to reunite with your son.” Steven and Margaret exchanged bewildered glances before Margaret’s eyes burned with rage at her being mocked. “What’s the meaning of this, Scarlet? Are you telling me that this idiot is Steven’s and my son?” I nodded with a smile. “Exactly.” The words came like a downpour. [The villainess is saying that the beggar is the protagonists’ son? What a joke. Did she even think before she started lying?] [I want to see the protagonists get their good ending! Just leave already, villainess!]

“The monsters we’ve been chasing all these times are just side pieces in the bigger game.” “...Purple,” I carried on. “My own best friend, the ex-King and Queen of the Vampire Clan.” “What are you talking about?” He said, moving its little Olaf like body towards me. “My mother is destined to ruin us all. She was said to take every magic from this world and its entire energy all for herself.” “Wait, a second. Queen Theresa is a villain?” He chuckled instantly. “You must be joking, aren’t you? S-She is anything from that. Didn’t you hear the stories? She’s a legend who saved her people from aliens threatening their lands-“

“My mother did all those horrible things, sent innocent girls to the hell I lived through because she wanted to free me from it." Her brown eyes shimmered, unlike me Bree didn’t feel weak to show her tears. She said, “Unlike what people say, I don’t believe in the quote that the sins of the father are to be laid upon the children.” Taking my hand in hers, she said, “I don’t hold you guilty, Vi. I will never hold you guilty, your mother made a choice and she’s responsible for that and no one else. I wouldn’t want someone to blame Ivan for what Mad or I did. Just like that, I don’t want you to ever think that you’re the villain in my story because you are not. You never were.” She smiled and a

But the resemblance between the two ladies could only mean she wasn't telling a lie. My eyes hardened as they locked onto Ivana. One way or another, I was going to drag the truth out of the grave she crawled out from. “Start talking,” I ordered coldly. “Who is Elder Vaelorra to you?” “She’s my godmother.” she answered swiftly. The ease of her response irritated me. “Who are your real parents?” I pressed further. Ivana’s expression didn’t crumble, but something flickered deep in her eyes. “They’re dead,” she said. “They died when I was six.”

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.

With a recognition that went both ways, that landed on my mother’s face as something old and complicated. “You know her,” I said. My mother’s hand tightened on mine. “Yes.” “Who is she?” “Her name is Vael,” my mother said quietly. “She served the old Ironmaw Alpha. His personal operative.” She paused. “She was there the night they faked my death. She was the one who carried you out of the room.” The morning was very quiet. I looked at Vael. Vael looked at my mother. “Anika,” she said. Her voice was neutral. Professional. The voice of someone who had spent so long being other people that their own voice had become a tool rather than an expression. “You look well for a dead woman.”