Sonic Oc Villains Novels & Stories

Ryden only remembered about fooling around with Damon, and forgot about something very important — Damon was a human, he was from this world, he would die and that would be the end for him, not realizing that it would mean heartbreak for him. Ryden spent 75 years in his first world, although he did little, the protagonist dug his own grave, he still continued to pass along company secrets to Ace Hood, the CEO of the rival company of Raiden, he was the boyfriend of Katsuro before he became a spy for him and why he worked so hard to gain Raiden's trust, but because of the halo, the protagonists got together, and the original boyfriend becomes the second male lead. After the attempted kidnappin

I leaned my chin on my hand as I listened eagerly. “Although three months have passed, the Imperial Family is still wary of the recent incident, hence, the security around the area was tightened as the Imperial Knights continue to dig deeper into the case. Well, this is not the first time it happened and finding no evidence after every investigation depletes their titles as reliable knights." He flashed a smile as his eyes beamed with pride. "This is all thanks to our honorable men who are impeccable at eliminating evidences in every task." The crowd cheered and a smile was inevitably played on my lips. Well, that's true. I remembered how the male lead, Prince Johann had a lot of difficulty

"We've confirmed that Vince Stone—our most recent prospect—was a plant sent by the same stupid fucker. He was working with the Mexican mafia. Hit both us and the Serpents. He was probably trying to trigger a war to distract us...long enough to snatch Alyssa." War speaks up, his expression darkening. "That means Silas Carter's on both of shitlists now. Vince didn't just fuck with the reapers—he destroyed our product. The Serpents don't like bein' made fools of. So when we get our hands on that rick fucker and his brat? They're both dead." Gray nods curtly. "Until then, the way we handled Vince should buy us some time—to avoid war with the mob, if we're lucky. But until then, we keep our mouth

Her blood ran cold. “Who’s there?” Eric demanded, his hand instinctively moving to the knife at his belt. A man stepped into the moonlight, his face half-hidden by a hood. His eyes glittered with malice. “You didn’t really think you could hide forever, did you?” Sonia felt a cold wave of dread wash over her. She recognized the voice. A lieutenant of the Cartel one of the men who’d sworn to wipe out anyone who dared challenge them. Eric shifted, placing himself slightly in front of her. “Sonia, run,” he hissed.

"That's not a common occurrence." "I assume not." "The System tracks reincarnation. Local souls moving between bodies according to Karma calculations and afterlife protocols. But foreign souls—" She paused. "The System has no framework for something that originated outside its jurisdiction." "Which explains why my Class is locked," Kael said. "Partially." She turned to face him. "The Class lock is from your bloodline's Karma debt. The System suppresses villain-blooded advancement regardless of the soul occupying the body. But a foreign soul in a villain-blooded body creates a classification conflict the System cannot easily resolve."

My sense of time must have been off, but I guess Aurora had originally gone through a bunch of lovey-dovey filled chapters with her new mate that made it feel longer. If I remembered correctly, I was pretty sure that Aurora was severely bullied at this meeting. In the story, Liam brought Scarlett along to help him turn the other Lunas against Aurora, spreading rumours of her being dirty and of unknown origin, doing so whilst Victor was preoccupied. A crowd soon surrounded and began mocking her, bringing the poor girl to tears. Well, up until Victor showed up just in time, of course. They all shut up pretty quickly once their future Alpha King reaffirmed his devotion to her. I wondered if any

I pull out the design I sketched for him: a set of interlocking blades wrapped around the Sovereign crest. It's more than ink—it's loyalty written in blood and steel. Our pack's different. We don't have omegas. Just me, Jacek, and a handful of neutrals who decided to turn survival into something that looks a hell of a lot like family. Like Miles, they're the ones who keep the gears turning—not built to dominate or submit, just wolves who do whatever needs doing. It's not traditional, but it works for us. Miles studies the sketch, lips curving. "That's clean, man. You nailed it."

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

Jairus was livid at what the Vampyre, Marquess Amar Ozu, had the audacity to suggest, but he ensured to eye them all in case others were thinking like Ozu. "Huh? This is dangerous, gentlemen. I assure you that getting our Queen Luna back is worth the resources." "Else, we are all doomed." He finished with a flare, his voice grave and drained of energy. He swiped his hands over his face, then muttered, "Besides, come on, it's Aakifahlynn we are talking about..."

The sound of her breathing was broken. "Hang in there," I stood up, about to get medicine. "There's no need. Just go. Save Lacie from him." She held my hand back. "How many people were coming?" "Zeke and the other five warriors." She answered. My fists clenched. It was him. My mate. My cruel, heartless mate, Carlo Donovan The only person I should have been scared of. He once said it himself: One day he would take my daughter from me. The daughter he once denied her existence