Slade Villain Novels & Stories

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.

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.

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

That was the difference between Slade and I, he let flimsy things hold him back. "Well?" I turned back to the spy. "My first attempts to infiltrate were foiled, so when I finally managed to get in, he was gone for a vacation already. He came back a few days ago. B-but I have some upsetting news." I frowned. Upsetting? "Get to the point." "W-well, I heard some of them talking a few days ago. And from the information I gathered, Nikolai Slade is the Silver Ghost." My eyes widened in shock. "That's impossible! I will have you hanged in you don't give only accurate information," I warned.

I’m glad it didn’t go to waste. Ben slid his cold finger under my eyes and wiped the damp tears away. “I’m afraid this fragile heart of yours will be tainted in the aristocracy.” Ben has always been like a father to me in this world. He has always been looking out for me, and every time he speaks, my respect for him grows deeper and stronger. “Don’t worry. Just like I told you,” I looked straight in his eyes and smirked. “I’ll become the villainess the world will despise.”

Still, I went on, "My best friend and my husband had sex in my grandfather-in-law's casket on the day of his burial. Then, after I exposed them, my mother-in-law and these two tried to twist the narrative and paint me as the villain. "I am the victim here. I've suffered two betrayals from the people closest to me. This is the proof." I raised the phone. "They planned this themselves. I believe even my grandfather's spirit can see that I'm innocent. And I have all of you as witnesses." I turned to Dulce and finished, "Is there any doubt left?" Vincent suddenly sat up in the coffin. "Fuck you, bitch! Victim my ass! You caused this too!" he bellowed. "Yes, I'm cheating with Stephanie. So what?!

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried. "I was just messing with you. Why did you actually drink it? Maddie, since when did you become so weak?" he asked. The original Maddison was not fragile at all. After all, she was the villainous side character whose job was to frame the female lead before meeting her destined death. The female lead was Cynthia. Just a while back, the original Maddison had tried to stop her from taking the SATs by slipping laxatives into Cynthia's food. However, halfway through, the original Maddison got scared and switched the drugged meal with a normal one.