Splatoon Villain Novels & Stories

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.

As far as she was concerned, they needed to paint Aakifahlynn as the villain for her appointment of Queen to be flawless and without questions, complaints, scrutiny, or doubts. But Jairus felt differently. He was convinced Taisiya's plan would not work because they did not get the time Taisiya needed to warm up to his people, even if they painted Aakifahlynn as the villain. The people may revolt rather than willingly accept someone from a different species entirely as their new Queen Luna. This was not supposed to be this way. They had not planned on losing Aakifahlynn anytime soon because, as far as they were concerned, she would not be a problem for them.

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.

“I’ve known Marcel a while now. He’s not the type to listen to anyone but himself.” Celia looked down, pondering on that for a moment. The words Marcel spoke to her on the night they met played in her head. “I don’t think it has anything to do with being his mate,” Celia decided. “Whatever the case may be, we’re certain you can be of help,” Atlas said. “How?” “Kill him,” Jon suggested—no, demanded. “Poison him with wolfsbane when his guard is down, then chop off his head.” “I’m not killing him,” Celia said, but it must have come out as a growl because Jon felt challenged.

Not long after, a loud raspy voice vibrates into the room. "Yuan Zi Yan!" Xiu Ying enters the room with two others. A middle aged lady enters the room furiously, followed by an older man. Yuan Zi Yan? What's with the name similarities? I swear I have used these names for my novel before. In fact, I chose that name specifically for the villainess in my story. The beautiful lady from earlier, who I assume is my younger sister, backs up from the scene. After putting on a melancholic expression, she rests besides Xiu Ying.

I know she’s both thinking about the safety of the pack and my own exhaustion level. “The police are on their way to meet Scar where Channing found the dead human. And,” I say looking up to glance at the clock on my office wall, “in just about six hours, Leader Bruno will be here to talk to us and Scar’s parents about their experiences with the undead, so we can have some ideas in place for when Scarlett contacts COWS. You know she’ll want you in on that meeting, too.” That’s another great thing about Scarlett — she recognizes the value that the mate brings to the table. Zella, Asher and Lupita aren’t just the mates of myself, Bree and Jacob, granting them the titles of Beta, Gamma and Delta

“Why would he wrap me in the blanket? Did he take off my clothes because they were wet? He isn’t a saint. The villain can’t feel anything good. Savina! Stop acting like a moron. He is a psychopath.” “...” Dante hadn’t expected to hear that either. He didn’t do many good deeds, but he was called a villain by the woman he had saved. It was nothing new. People usually blamed him for things he didn’t do. So, he started doing everything they had expected of him.

“The last strike failed. Victor is down. But he’s not finished. The real threat is still out there. The half-blood. The one who paid the right people? The one who made the merger collapse on purpose? He wanted ValeTech? He wanted control? And now he has the contracts? The emails? The bank records? He’s been feeding Victor everything? The reforms? The changes? The board votes? He’s been on his side the entire time? He’s the enemy now? He shot at us? Right there? The family dynamic collapses right now? But we’re still here. Together. We fight on.” Kai held their mother tight, ribs hurting, voice steady. “We’re still here. Together. The real threat is Victor. The half-blood. The one who paid th

Steve still held my hand in his as he spoke. "What? What sort of sick psychopath will do that? Doesn't he have a mate? Or what to find one someday?" I asked because I was genuinely curious. I have always grown to know that what a villain and a hero have in common is the unbeatable love for their mate, and then here is a strange villain, who doesn't even value the concept of mate. "He killed his own mate a few days after finding her. He claimed women are a source of distraction and any man who desires to move further in his life would make an effort to resist their temptations no matter how difficult it was" He replied.

It exposed his vulnerable lungs, and with a well-aimed swipe, I ripped it out of his body. Well, it didn’t kill him outright, but he’d be dead soon enough… You better make a move on that witch now, I mind-linked Victor, and focused my attention on killing the rest of the undead fuckers. Her mate is about to die, so you’ll have an opening soon! Are you by any chance related to a sloth?! Victor snapped back at me, his tone put out as if someone had taken his favorite toy. You’re so slow!