Slade Villain Novels & Stories

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.

That was like a slap in the face for me since for some stupid reason, I feel an attraction for Antton that takes my breath away every time I have him near me, I feel like if he moves away from me it's like he's taking my soul away —What if... someone falls in love with one of them? Madi looks at me questioning my question. —You die, because they do not love, they are villains who do not care about the feelings of a human, they only enjoy our pain when they walk away and abandon the one they used as a blood bank, and that's not all, almost at the end she says that the worst is for the slaves because if their master dies, death too but their suffering is agonizing.

"So, what's it going to be, Don Cavallo? Do you want your money back, or do you want to explain to your brothers why a girl in a basement managed to bankrupt the most powerful family in Chicago?" I lowered the gun an inch, the cold fury in my chest twisting into something else. Something dangerous. Something that felt a lot like obsession. "Pack the hardware," I barked to Marco, never taking my eyes off hers. "And bring the girl. She wants to play with the Cavallos? I’ll show her exactly what happens to ghosts who get caught. "I grabbed Jade’s arm, pulling her out of the ergonomic chair she probably spent more time in than a bed. She didn't resist, but her steps were unsteady, a visceral con

"Please... just go. I'll get you money. Whatever you need." “You think the great Thane Slade will keep you when he hears the truth?” Tears blurred my vision. My heart pounded with terror, not just for me but for Thane—for what Owen’s poison could do to us. Finally, he backed away, breathing hard, sweat dripping down his temple. His hood slipped enough for me to see his gaunt face—twenty-five but already hollowed, sickly. His eyes were feverish, his smile rotten. "Fifty thousand. In two weeks. Cash." He straightened his hoodie like he'd just finished a business meeting instead of terrorizing someone. "Or I start making calls. Your boss, your boyfriend, anyone who'll listen. Trust me, I can be

When Slade got close, he saw Evelyn being pressed by Jasper whose eyes were scarlet. Slade was furious! “Dad, save me. Jasper has been poisoned by Cedrick and Catelyn! They want to hurt me!” “Don’t worry. I will...” Before Slade finished speaking, he suddenly smelled a stink. He felt sick and covered his mouth and nose. They looked in the direction where the stink was from and saw that Jasper was... One of Slade’s right-hand men thundered, “Jasper, it’s Miss Swan! How dare you? You’re dead meat!”

Slade let out a groan before murmuring, "Stay close." I didn't object to staying close to him. I wanted to watch his back, to assist him in every way I could. For a few moments, it seemed like the Vordrak Lycans were gaining the upper hand. Although defeating the Weavers of Shadows didn't seem to have a significant impact on them, I could feel their powers diminishing. Still, they were giving us a tough fight. I knew if we allowed them to have their way, we'd all be dead in no time. "Slade!" I yelled as he charged into five Vordrak Lycans at once. Terror gripped my heart, and I started forward. But before I could reach him, he had already dispatched them all, raising his sword triumphantly.

His deep husky voice came, holding his scythe while sitting on his throne, looking down at Zadicus but his face couldn’t be seen because of the shredded cloak over him. “I am.” Zadicus responded coldly, holding his bleeding arm which was burned too because of the fight. “Becoming a criminal, hurting your loved ones, your lovers, your friends, those unnecessary killings, all the destruction…” He began to say with a long and disappointing sigh, manipulating Zadicus by his words. “Was it worth it, Zadicus?” He asked, resting his elbow on the armrest, leaned back relaxed. “As if I had another option left.” Zadicus scoffed, growling, glaring at him with pure resentment.

She would make sure he was dead tonight. Kenchiki stood in front of his brother's body to block the woman's eyes from his brother's body. He didn't like the look she was giving his brother. He needed to have a talk with his brother. Yoshiki looked away from the woman being dragged away, it was over for her and soon enough she should apply her final move, desperate people do desperate acts even if they know they were done for, because they have nothing to live for they use any means to accomplish their goal, and Sera Skylander was a woman who lost everything in one fell swoop and knew the person responsible, her revenge should be quick and take place tonight, which was exactly what he wanted.

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.

All that she went through, All those moments in which she laughed and cried, ..Just a dream. She tries to combat the seething avalanche of tears that have been building up: "What do I expect?" Her story.. It was a tale of a villainess, overall. Villains don't have happy endings. An emotional exhaustion overwhelms her. Her throat holds back something between a sob and a shout. Then suddenly, she feels something sharp pressed against her leg, under the white sheets. When she reaches under to grab the item, her eyes widen.