Slade Villain Novels & Stories

"Ryder is stronger than you think, no harm will come to him, okay?" Ava nodded, "Okay." Evena looked at the books on the table in front of Ava. "So what are the books for?" "My aunt wants me to learn about the glorious history of vampires." "And how much gloriousness have you seen in all your reading?" Evena asked. "Not much, the ancient vampires were so cruel. Just look, this man named Dracon slaughtered an entire town just because the children laughed at his shirt." "Really?" Evena asked in interest. "Uh...huh, this other woman named Juliet killed all the nuns in a convent by feeding on their blood and draining them."

The stench coming from them was enough to identify them, rogues have this rotten smell mixed with dried blood that they always carry around with them. “Mate is in danger”, Slade growled in anger and with one powerful leap into the abyss, we landed right in front of the girl. She looked frightened and was covered with blood and wounds, and she looked really pale, as if there was no more blood in her body. Seeing her in that state drove Slade mad, and before I knew it, I lost all sense of reasoning as he took full control. My muscles bulged, straining against my clothes, and dark fur erupted over my skin in a twisted dance. My eyes gleamed a dangerous shade of pewter gray, almost feral, and my

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

Slade suddenly sneered, “To be honest with you, my ancestor developed it! About several decades ago, when I was just a little kid, a woman fell into our village by accident. After she heard that my father had such a kind of virus that could be inherited and adapt to new environments, she stole it!” ‘What? The origin of the virus is here!’ Catelyn felt a sudden surge of anger. “Now that the virus is so dangerous, why did you develop it and didn’t keep it well? If it’s spread widely and many people are infected, it will be a catastrophe!” Slade had been the chief of the village for many years. No one had dared challenge his authority and speak to him like that before. Catelyn realized that her

I stammered, my heart racing and my breath coming in short bursts. No, the figure before me couldn't be Slade! He looked nothing like him. One side of his face was distorted, marked by angry scars. It was as if he had been in a fierce brawl while the other part seemed to be in a permanent frown. "What happened to you? Where's Slade?" I managed to inquire. It was as if my words held no weight as he came closer, a malicious grin playing on his lips. "I warned you, bitch," he growled. "The one you seek is a lost cause. Answers won't come to you. Even if you manage to find a solution, it'll only be temporary. Eventually, it will turn disastrous, and you'll be your own downfall."

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.

‘ 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.