Phosphorus Villain Novels & Stories

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.

“Lime, 1.5kg, phosphorus, 800g, salt, 250g, niter, 100g, sulfur.” Following the whisper from the other and the 1st one, yet do not crosses nor hear one another. A gentle voice warns in that 2nd world where everything is possible, immortal, powerful, commanding, yet anyone can still die as everyone can kill or be killed. The grand hall of a luxurious palace with its dim-lighted appearance and cold smokes dances slowly and around. Its prominent identity that lies within the ice pillars of what the palace is made from, a once gentle heir, lover, and a friend betrayed and abandon, worst left with no one but a family to morn and was murdered, turns into the opposite one as its determination lies

It is advised to retreat and flee immediately! "What?" Keagan muttered to himself, his confusion growing. The screen continued to bombard him with flashing text, saturating his vision with its rapid display. Villain Report: Name: Unknown Alias: Duskbringer Classification: Infamous Villain Description: Duskbringer is an Infamous Villain known for their sinister skills, shadowy maneuvers, and menacing presence. This enigmatic figure operates in the shadows, striking fear into the hearts of both heroes and civilians alike. With their calculated approach and unique abilities, Duskbringer has become a significant threat within the city.

“Do they think I don’t see it? Every story, every post, every news segment, they’re glorifying him and mocking us. Me!” Robert sighed, his normally commanding voice now strained. “Victor, listen. The facts are...” “I don’t care about your facts!” Victor shouted, pacing the room, boots echoing on the marble floor. “The world will see him as perfect. As clever. As untouchable. And me? The golden wolf? The one who bled for this family? I am the villain! The world sees me as a tyrant, a monster! And all because of him!” Robert sighed heavily on the phone , trying to maintain authority, but even he knew Victor had slipped into something darker, something uncontrollable.

The poison was potent, and she knew that if they weren't vampires, they would have been dead ages ago. "You see, I keep everything to myself. I get angry and act as if I have only a plan set in stone but it is all an act Persephone. I'm very much for the theatrics but like every villain, I cannot help but brag about my plan when it is so near completion, especially when it is to you and your father, the product of my evil creation". Persephone grinned. "Well, just so you know, telling me of your plans, would be your ruin Alaric".

It was the fact of dependence and addiction faster than normal drugs and then orgies but the evil came quickly the power omega pheromones. Like Poison Ivy, the villain went to nightclubs, to which all addicts became orgy centers, but soon after everything went away, the adrenaline and soon the nightmare returned to reality.

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

In one hand, he carried a tiny glass tube, dark fluid sloshing inside, dense, syrupy stuff responsible for wiping out everyone I’d ever known. "House Valerian is too weak to keep the secret of immortality, Draven," the man said. His voice... I knew it. Deep, raspy, and full of decaying ambition. "Targarion would keep this secret better than you." A shape stepped forward, pulling fabric from its head. Flames danced across a face carved by shadows, clever angles lit in flickering reds. That one was Paul. Youth clung to him still, though hunger sparked behind his gaze.

I ask them. “I can't tell,” Philip replies. “Your boyfriend hunts Varkai wolves for sure. And like I told you, there are bad wolves among us, just like there are bad wolves among your type. Your Alpha has killed so many Varkai wolves than his father ever did. He has a way of finding them out and going after them wherever they are. Underworld, drug barons, kingpins, anyone.” I take a deep breath and absorb Cicero’s words. “But he didn’t single you out, Phil.”

It was more like an insult that is punishable by execution. They showed their ridicule at her seeing how powerless she is compared to their kingdom. Though it was true that the sovier kingdom is powerless and small compared to them. But it doesn't mean that they can't fight back. After all, it was Alisha the villainous who was ruling the kingdom. Not only is she capable of ruling she was able to tame the wild and powerful man like Macbeth. Who was known as the king of evil in the arena.