Slade Villain Novels & Stories

"We must thank Dr. Vance. Her great research and her team's efforts in werewolf genetics have given our species a second life." "Because of her, our children will no longer suffer the curse of genetic decay. Because of her, Blackwood has a future." The reporter asked, "And what about Alpha Slade? He also contributed a great deal to solving this problem." The camera cut to the blizzard-swept, uninhabited northern territories. "Slade Blackwood abdicated his title three years ago. He refused the gene therapy himself, choosing a self-imposed exile in the northern wastes, at an ancient, sacred site. He chose to live out his days in the company of wind and snow."

Daryl was wrong to have kissed me, but he didn't deserve to die because of it. "You don't know half the things that man would do, Ria, you can't trust him, he doesn't have the heart to love anyone, he's a user and he is just using you to get what he wants. Soon as he is done with you, he's going to discard you like a piece of overused dress, or worse still, he may even kill you!" He hissed, pulling his hair back with his hands. I frowned. Slade wouldn't hurt me, I was almost sure of it. Or would he? "You got it wrong-"

Then another. Within only a few minutes, Slade had an entire pile of dead witches, in a heap, right beside the pile of dead werewolves. Slade was on a rampage. This was his revenge. He lunged towards the Brotherhood of Breeders. They stood frozen, eyeing him with fear, their hands cupped over their private parts. Slade lowered his head and sniffed one of their legs. He had pissed himself, probably out of fear. Slade sniffed all the way up his body, until his nose was just inches with the man’s face.

Then, without looking at me, he said, “You think Slade’s still waiting for you?” I hesitated. “I don’t know.” He gave a dry laugh, sharp enough to cut through the silence. “He’s not the patient type, Indie. You know him. He burns hot and fast, and then he’s gone. I guarantee he’s already back with his London crew. And they’re all fuckboys. You think you’re special? He’s probably with someone else already.” The words sliced through me like glass. I didn’t flinch, though. I refused to give him the satisfaction.

Matt nods toward the window looking over my mother's garden to find her, my father, and Councilmember Simon chatting peacefully. Seeing their inner peace does nothing to calm the fire raging in my chest, the fury pushing me only to see red as my vision blurs with a vermillion hue. Slade is on the verge of turning feral ready to destroy anyone who stands in our way regardless of their connection to us, and I agree with him.

Scott asked her, he would have dealed with them himself but Madison really wanted to carry out the revenge herself and of course he would support her whole heartedly. However there was no response, his daring vallianess was already asleep, he planted a kiss on her forehead as he slept peacefully that night protecting his little villainess

{System Booting… 3% 45% 79% 100% Welcome to The 'Villainess Justice System'} A robotic voice thundered loudly across the area, announcing its presence. "Nnngh...Shut it….Shut it now!" The once stark figure from which the dark energy was absorbed from, seemed to have life as it yelled in a domineering tone with its gaze on the white floor. "Noisy." It muttered. Resulting from dark matter being taken away from it, the figure now appeared to be a woman. She possessed long dark, flowing hair with the top part tied into a bun with a blue feathered ribbon. Holding a sword dripping with fresh blood, her whole body was also drenched in another person's blood, possibly a victim as her body harboured

The people in the town would know he desired the wolf more than he desired her. Why are you surprised? Of course he’d pick Lori. You’re only human. Humans are weak. “Thank you for giving me your coat,” she said. He’d wrapped the coat he’d been wearing around her shoulders. “I can sense your pain, Lilly. I swear he’s doing this for your safety.” “Those were vampires?” she asked. “Yes. They’re dangerous. He doesn’t want you in danger.” “As his mate my place is by his side. He’d rather lie about his mate than introduce me. He’s ashamed of me.”

I finished off. “And does that bother you Daisy, my age?” It should have. It should have scared the living lights out of me. I should have ran and never looked back. This was wrong. Very wrong. “No.” This was bad. A grin spread across Slade’s face. There was something wicked about him and it drew me close. There was something evil, dirty, and dangerous. “What bothers you Daisy?” The way he said my name, as if breathing it out. Everything. It bothered me how he stared at me, as if he would devour all of me and not just sexually. Something bad was in his head, something bad he planned for me.

“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