Pitch Black Villain Novels & Stories

He is the Male lead and Sinister too from the very start. Valerie had suffered a lot and she has reached her limit. And now you will see the strong girl. Sinister did wrong and he needs to face the consequences as well. I will reveal his full plan soon. Don’t forget to like and comment. Don’t forget to follow me here and on I*******m, the link is available in my bio. Or simply search marwians. I purple you.

Wait--what do you mean? “Just be careful when approaching the Duke. Although I’m not giving you my full consent but I believe in you.” I stood up and ran towards him in an embrace “Thanks, gramps! I won’t let you down!” “By the way, your suggestion during the meeting was commendable. I’m impressed, it was such a clever idea.” I released from his embrace and cracked a smile “Well if you’ve been through tough times a lot, you’ll become a schemer in no time.” He patted my head and chuckled “Keep it up and you’ll become the villainess the world will love.” “No villainess is loved, gramps. We’re always the bad guys hated by mankind but who cares?” I shrugged my shoulders and gracefully flipped my

With that, the next thing she knew, she launched again and managed to cut his mask in two. His mask fell down, revealing his face, but his hand was quick enough to cover his face and he turned around to avoid her. “Stay away.” He fired. Lady Vienna smirked, but then realized it. Dillon was always mysterious in the book, his identity was unknown. Could it be...Wait...no, those red eyes and black hair and mask...why was she stupid? “Duke Raziel?” She asked, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. Dillon is Duke Raziel! He’s the villain!

I suspected that Villain X had helped him in the past, just like she was helping me, and he was doing all of this to pay her back. He was just a pawn, moved and controlled by the Villain X. A doll controlled by the puppet master. Yet I could see why he was in his position right now. Frankly, Blake was not exactly the brightest crayon in the box, he was easily triggered by anger and pride. The dude was like a walking jerrycan of gasoline, ready to explode with even the tiniest spark of fire.

William raised a skeptical brow and his gaze followed Paoli around the table. “It’s rare they’re marked," Paoli agreed. "But it happens.” He took the chair across from William and propped his bare feet on the edge of the table for no reason other than it bugged William. Paoli was one of the oldest vampires William had ever met, and by far the least conspicuous. He stood only about an inch shorter than William was himself, which put him just shy of six feet. Where William's hair was raven and cropped short, Paoli's was a dark blond and long enough to rest on his shoulders. He had none of the dark characteristics a person would usually associate with a vampire—especially a vampire as old as he

Mammon firmly uttered at the back of my mind. Yes, he’s right! I won’t be deceived by Astaroth. This was just a part of his scheme to weaken me. And I won’t let that happen. My eyes are closed but I can visualize the situation and the appearance of the newly-arrived enemy in front of me. She was wearing all black with a long black staff on her right hand. “Who are you? How dare you call me your daughter!” I yelled at her and wielded my weapon to land an attack but she just countered it with her long staff. The collision of our weapons created a clashing sound. She giggled with a hint of wickedness.

Politicians, heirs, actresses, and businessmen blending together beneath luxury and fake smiles. A beautiful cage. Her chest tightened slightly. Because she remembered dying here. Not physically. Emotionally. This was where the story first decided she was the villain. “Elena.” Her spine stiffened immediately. That voice. Low. Controlled. Cold enough to freeze the room around it. Cassian Arden. He stood near the staircase dressed entirely in black, one hand tucked into his pocket while nobles circled him carefully like satellites around a dangerous planet. Beautiful. Untouchable.

It does not get there. "Eighth. Listen now. I have one warning the pearl will not let me give you twice. The Silver is awake. The Silver has been awake for two centuries. The Silver wears a body. The body is in your kingdom. She has been writing letters to your line for four generations and your grandmother burned them and your father burned them and your mother could not. She wrote your courtship. She wrote your fall. She wrote me into your dreams tonight to soften you for what she will say to you next. *I am not your enemy.* That is what I am supposed to tell you. I am telling you the opposite. The Silver is your enemy. The Silver wants the Black. The Black wants the Silver. The hosts are

Desperation clawed at Damien’s throat, a useless plea for mercy trembling on his lips, as he now found himself bargaining with death's shadow, pleading for a sliver of life he seemed no longer entitled to. Yadiel raised his silver blade, its edge glinting with a deadly promise in the dim light. With every muscle tensed for the kill, he prepared to deliver a series of devastating strikes to Damien. In the ruthless gaze of a villain, the bonds of blood were rendered meaningless—a mere whisper of kinship drowned out by the clamor for power.

“He didn’t even retaliate. He’s just… waiting. Letting me move first. Like I’m a child playing chess with the devil.” Her voice trembled—but her face didn’t. She stood, walked over to the black coin sitting on the mantle—the one the Widowmaker returned after Viktor handed it to her. Valeria stared at it. The symbol of death. Bain Blackwood’s mark. She let out a shaky breath. “I’m not afraid of you.” But her pulse said otherwise.