Slade Villain Novels & Stories

The comb disappears into the dark below, toward the shimmering veil of the Forbidden Zone. I realise, with a calm that does not belong to a dying woman, that I will follow it. Liam tilts my face up to his. He does this gently, with one hand, the way you tilt a lover's face to kiss her. His blue-and-purple scales are flecked now with my blood. His silver-tipped fins catch the last of the twilight the way the comb did. He is beautiful. He has always been beautiful. I hate him with a depth I did not know I had, because I am, or I have been, a queen who kneels in the market to sing babies to sleep and who has been told all seven months of her reign that she is too soft for this throne.

She does not allow Celeste to mingle with other people who do not belong to their status. "Quit befriending him. You don't want him to get hurt right?" Her imposing aura is dominating the living room. She immediately turned her back and left Celeste astounded. Celeste's mom is Wensly Simeon-Klatt. Wensly is the third among the Simeon's siblings. She married Dawson Klatt when she was only twenty-two because of an arranged marriage. The gorgeous matriarch of the Klatts is a strong-willed woman. She is vicious and sometimes hideous because she wanted her husband to be the most favored among the Klatts.

This was surely not the life I had signed up for… But if I had a choice, I wouldn't be writing this. I had been working tirelessly alongside a pack of werewolves, unaware of the dark secrets they held within their howling hearts. Little did I know they were responsible for the death of my beloved parents and only brother. Without the knowledge that I was the victim, they had spoken freely about that night as we walked together. “Tommy, I heard the police have placed a bounty on our heads for the murder of Jadon and his parents,” one of them said to the other.

I giggled shyly and nodded my head. "I would love to be Slave of the Mafia Boss and his name is Tristan Santiago." I replied with a cheeky smile. Hearing my reply, he smiled and pulled me to his chest. We hugged each other carelessly. Everyone cheered and started clapping for us. MARIE'S POV:- Seeing my brother smiling carelessly, that was all I wanted to see in my life. I knew he had sacrificed a lot for me. It was because of me De Leon was able to manipulate him. He was finally happy. I hated my parents for doing all that. But turned out, our parents really never died. They were murdered by De Leon so he could use Sebastian. But now my brother was free and happy in his life.

"He's supposed to be brutal on the ice. And get this—rumor is he hates Silvercrest Pack. Like, HATES them. They say Silvercrest wolves killed someone he loved years ago and he's been hunting them ever since." My blood went cold. “Sarah says he's never trusted anyone outside his team.” I set the phone down with shaking hands. Tomorrow, Kai Volkov was coming back. And if he found out what I was, where I was from—

"I'm not going to kill you. The Guardian is going to judge you. The Moon Goddess is going to decide your fate. And me? I'm going to build something better than anything you could have imagined. A united pack built on choice, not coercion. On cooperation, not conquest. You'll live long enough to see it. To see how wrong you were." Victoria stared at me in disbelief. Then she laughed, high and broken. "You're a fool. A noble, idealistic fool. Within a year, the packs will tear your dream to pieces. Within five, you'll be dead or exactly the tyrant you claim you'll never become. I'll be waiting, Xavier. Waiting to say I told you so." "We'll see," I said. The Guardian's voice boomed. "Victoria S

"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

She challenged now her temper on the edge. "If we choose to change the future, what the goddesses of fate has decided, the outcome will not be pleasant for us. What do you think can happen wrong? We know that the exiled creatures are our nemesis too. Imagine that they become the victors in this war, will they not make us their next target?" Mydia reasoned and Sylvia stood speachless. Meanwhile, the rest of watched their interaction quietly. Both of their features were strikingly common except, of course, their hair and eyes. The same plump lips and the same sharp noses. Even their heights were the same. "I am still not fully convinced." Sylva huffed in frustration.

He could continue to wield his power without worrying about ruining his prospects. That had changed after he graduated, though. Her research of him this past year had come up with a string of beautiful lovers who had warmed his bed. He rotated between them almost like he had a written schedule. None of them seemed to have his favor and if one attempted to ask for something more, he cut them off entirely. She remembered feeling disappointed when she learned about his love affairs. Something in her had thought this villain was different, but it seemed that wasn’t the case. Claiborne was a user, just like him.

And then you moved on like we were nothing. "You destroyed yourself," I said. "I gave you power, you abused it. I gave you grace, you mocked it. And as if that wasn’t enough, you put my children in danger." Slade chuckled again, "She never wanted your kids, just Ivana." I turned my attention to him and his grin faded the moment he saw my eyes. He realized something too late, I wasn’t here for a confession, I was here for an execution and it was already written.