Slade Villain Novels & Stories

“A day later, just as I was about to leave their territory for the next, I stumbled upon her by accident. Some poor maid was crying on her knees as Scarlett threatened to have her killed. It was over something trivial, like accidentally tearing one of her dresses, but she laughed like it was hilarious. The cries of the woman meant nothing to her. She just relished in having someone else’s life be at her mercy, bragging that Liam would do anything for her.” I felt my cheeks burn and my eyes sting with tears as I helplessly listened, the aching in my heart worsening as the hate-filled words came directly from my so-called mate. I had no choice but to stand there and be accused of things I’d ne

The insult to his mate was unbearable. ‘The audacity, the sheer nerve this bastard had, it will be fatal for him!’ Slade growled. ‘First, he kidnaps my mate, and then he pulls stunts like this, affecting her mind! He is as good as dead! No one, nothing, can save his sorry ass now!’ The words were mine, but the raw, primal fury was all Slade's. He wanted blood, he wanted revenge. Ivor stared out the helicopter window for a moment, his shoulders slumping slightly. I noticed his mood darken, his shoulders falling in a defeated way. Something was bothering him.

Sloane looked nervous, I’m sure she thought I was going to kill him; but I was reserving that for James. “He’s Nikolas,” she said softly, “he’s my friend.” Her eyes were fiery as she looked at me, almost challenging me to have a problem with it. When in fact it made me just want to tear her clothes off and fuck her till she screamed. I raised an eyebrow at her, willing her to go on; but it was Nikolas who spoke. “They captured me a while ago, needing a vampire of the bloodline of Marius and Andromeda.” I felt the surprise register on my face, so he really was related to Sloane and I. He would be my fathers brother’s descendant, fuck that made my head hurt.

In a long monologue, I had finished slipping in all the possible innuendoes. Basically I had just said that I know about the illness of Terrion my idol and that I would like to challenge him with a view to getting a reward from him and that if I dared to ask for a fight it is through this that I knew he was sick and I took advantage of it and not to disrespect his greatness. That I understood the need to keep this a secret, because Terrion represents the icon of the group's strength just as Slader represents the icon of power and that no one should doubt it until someone else officially comes to take over. relief.

He stammers, and I clench my jaw hard. If I were not holding Caroline, he would have lost his head by now. “What did they tell you?” Slade demands. “That … that she’s pregnant and the baby will be our doom.” “Thank you.” Slade nods and buries the dagger deep in his throat. Then, we turn our attention to the gypsy cowering in the corner. “Get up.” I snap. She gets up, only to collapse to the ground from fear, and whimpers, “P … please don’t … please don’t kill me.”

I run my hand over my face and threw the mask on across the room. I turn to them. “Do you know what they say about me taking my mask off?” I smile. The look on their faces is worth it. “They say anyone who has ever seen my face hasn’t lived to see the day. Slade is known for slaughtering an entire gang. Do you know why I did that?” I ask them. They shake their heads. “Because they were responsible for killing someone I cared for. The opens and Andre walk down the stairs with three women… “I found these three trying to steal from you…” he says.

Then turned away and stood at the window of the empty hall long after everyone had left. The territory spread out below – his, all of it. Every boundary and border and resource, every man and woman and child within it his responsibility and his burden, and the only thing that had ever been worth becoming what he had become. Slade. He turned the name over. The man’s story was plausible. Structured around unprovable details that couldn’t be fabricated without significant prior knowledge. The scar. The nickname. The geography of a village that had burned decades ago and left no survivors who could confirm or deny.

But with Naomi in particular, we’re all super stoked that she found her second chance mate. Based on everything that Meredith and Brandon have told us, Slade is a great guy. He’s protected Chloe and Kesha for years, helped get Corinda, Severn, and Casen out of their nearly fatal situation, and got rid of a pack that was definitely a blight to our society. He’s solid and just what Naomi and her son Nathan deserve.

“Touch her again and I’ll destroy you, Slade. Both financially, legally and publicly. I’ll ruin you so completely you won’t even recognize what’s left. I'll expose every little, dirty illegal shitty thing you do in secrets. And I'll make sure to ruin that clean reputation you think you're trying to build.” “I have everything I need to ruin you too,” Slade counters, his voice dropping into a deadly, quiet register. “And unlike you, I don't care if I burn the whole house and everyone down to do it. You’re playing a game you think you’re winning because you have the title and the approval. But you’re dirty, Nathaniel. You’ve always been dirty. And the moment you push me too far, I’m going to ma

Alpha Evan bit out through gritted teeth, taking a threatening step forward, his hands extended as if he was ready to pounce on Alpha Adrian. Thankfully, though, the heavily bearded man from before quickly placed himself between the two Alphas. "Alpha Adrian, our Alpha did not mean to threaten you. He is simply very particular about how he treats his slaves. Aren't you Alpha Evan?" He said, clearly trying to play the middle man here. I peeked out from behind Alpha Evan to look at Alpha Adrian. He still looked murderous, his beady black eyes narrowed and his nostrils flaring. "Well, tell him that this is my pack and I will run it however I please," Alpha Adrian fumed.