Midnight Suns Villain Novels & Stories

His alabaster skin caused his caramel eyes to stand out. ‘My name is Valis, and I am on your side, Moon Child. The vampires are here to help protect you. Mystra, the dragon, is also on your side. Please inform your people because we mean your pack no harm. We pledge ourselves to you.’ The voice had an accent that I could not place. I looked at Bandore again so that he would not catch onto the interaction between Valis and me.

And now with winter creeping back in, bringing with it delicious iciness that matched the new temperature of his skin, he could finally follow through with the plan he had so meticulously created. For their powerful defense grew weakened during the time when their beloved moon blocked out the only thing that stood between him and his revenge, the sun. Who knew a solar eclipse would bring about the downfall of his enemies? The irony of it was not lost on him. For surely it was fate to have the only opportunity to infiltrate the pack territory during the only time he could wander around the earth unhindered by the blazing, blistering rays of the sun. It was a kind of deliciousness that purred

The way his jaw clenched and nose flared up in disdain, he pointed the side of his scarred face as though it would give him a hint of what happened to it. “Do you not remember it, Damon Montreal?” Damon sifted his brain, trying to remember a specific person he had last set on fire. Only then a familiar face resurfaced in his mind. Theodore Walsh…or known as the mad hound. He was the one he caught sabotaging his shipments bound for another country and trying to sell information to his enemies. The worst was that he raped and killed little girls around the city. He doused him in gasoline and then lit him ablaze. Although, he didn’t linger around for long to see if he was dead.

I landed inside the high hallway, the marble polished to a mirror finish, reflecting the rage in my eyes. Valerius scrambled backward, tripping over his own robes. "You... you stay back! I am a member of the Twelve! I am the voice of the Sun!" "Then the sun is setting, Valerius," I said, my voice cold and lethal. I stepped toward him, my kinetic field humming a low, vibrating growl. "You stole fifteen years from my brother. You tried to turn my children into batteries. You burned the North because you were afraid of its light."

"The Eclipse is only six hours away. When the moon hits the peak, they’re going to use that filter to invert the Sun-Well. They aren't trying to harvest the light anymore—they’re trying to create a Black Sun." A Black Sun would mean the end of the Ashford lineage and the permanent corruption of the Lycan territories. "We need to blow the containment," I said, the violet in my eyes flaring with a cold, lethal light. "Victor, can you override the cooling vents? Kael, can you get the Mother out of there?" "And what will you be doing, Julian?" Victor asked, his hand lingering on my shoulder. I looked down at the swirling vortex, feeling the "Essence" in my veins singing a song of war. "I’m going

“Still… so bossy… my sun.” His hand found my stomach. “Protect her,” he rasped. “Promise me.” “You’re not dying!” I screamed, pressing my hands to the wound. Golden light my light poured from my palms. The wound began to close. Valerian’s eyes widened. “Impossible.” Far above us, in the throne hall, the eternal night sky cracked open for the first time in a thousand years. Real sunlight speared down in a single beam. And in that light stood Solaris alive, unharmed, crowned in dawn.

The shoulders of her armor were equipped with extra daggered, drenched in sunlight to make their blades more lethal to the vampires. To her right was Valentin. He was cloaked in his own armor, hair pulled back off his face save more one ash-brown strand that moved in the wind. In his hand was a sunlight blade, crafted by those wolves with the highest affinity for the magiks. It weighed heavy in his hand. Despite himself, he kept looking over his shoulder, as if Zahara were going to spring from the castle and launch herself into battle. “Look ahead!” Moonraiser called from a top a tower behind the rest of the foot soldiers. “Dark cloud coming in at true north!”

The absolute silence that stretched across the valley was more violent than a battle cry. Below the ramparts of the Obsidian Hold, the silver armor of the High Council's primary legion shimmered like an unbroken sheet of pack ice under the pale morning sun. But the light they brought was wrong. It wasn't the gentle dawn of the mountains; it was the blinding, artificial glare of the High Inquisitor’s solar staff, cutting through the crisp winter air and aggressively burning away the edges of my violet mist.

He questions, a puzzling expression on his face. I shrug, forcing a smile. “I saw a headline or two, but it looked like a clickbait so I didn't pay attention.” Of course I know about the murders, but the local reports are so sketchy, and no one really talks about it because it's ‘bad luck’. Once they know you're aware, they zip up. Feigning cluelessness in front of teammates who seem to care about me, and love gossip might just be my best bet. Jessica gently places her fork on her plate, her expression shifting to serious and intense. “Valle Vitale was, like the name implies, the Valley of Life. Peaceful, lively, and…” She looks at me expectantly, like I'm supposed to know— oh!

It was a face from his past, someone who shared his desire for revenge. "Killian Montgomery," George growled, his voice laced with malice. "It seems fate has brought us together once again. And this time, we will make them pay for what they've done." Killian Montgomery, a malevolent figure driven by his own dark ambitions, stepped into the light. His eyes gleamed with a twisted delight, reveling in the prospect of vengeance. A sinister alliance was formed as the two villains joined forces, their malevolence intertwining like tendrils of darkness.