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one of Malcolm's oldest enemies, and the guy who had killed Alex's family, Malcolm's former best friend and partner of the brotherhood. For the past fifty years,Stephan had divided his time between Stephan and New York, keeping tight control over German vampires worldwide. Malcolm and his friends always kept themselves up to date on this old enemy. According to the latest reports, Stephan was making good money as a paid assassin. Hiring oneself out as a killer was an age-old tradition among the more violent vampires. Murdering mortals was easy, even enjoyable for them, so why not get paid for the pleasure of going out to eat?

“Don't worry, you won't be able to meet him for now.” I glanced at his smile and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Sure enough, this butler is indeed handsome. Sure that the psychopath villain is also handsome since his butler is handsome. He can't be outshined for someone who's the head of the Valcarcel Clan and it was also described in the novel that this psychopath villain is a godly handsome that could make when or a woman get on their knees. Though, they were just too afraid to approach him. I don't have anything to say about why those people are afraid of meeting the eyes of Mr. Valcarcel.

"I feel like I don't know anything. All this history and even the villains know more than me." Ariadne flops on the bed, the smell of oranges wafting up to her nose. "That's a very simple view." "What?" Victor sighs, laying down beside her, staring up at the ceiling. "There are no heroes and villains. Are you gonna lay that speech on me?" Ariadne shakes her head. "We're also the villains. There are no heroes in our story. We're thugs, all of us. We made our wealth on other people's suffering. That's how we lived."

“Vengeance was mine and I was willing to do everything in my power to destroy her happiness. That’s when I met Marius. Smart beast, he knows what I went through and offer me a precious vial. His venom which would turn a creature like me into a beast. I already know who I wanted to administer that to but, just changing is not enough, I want the venom to destroy Aleksander. I want him to suffer worst fate than death. I want his legacies to destroy right in front of his eyes, his children dead and nothing else would matter or live other than me and Marie. Hence, Hyatt, my trusted slave who happens to be an expertise and potion and poison making worked with me to make the perfect poison to destr

Fantasy. I can fantasize all day long about having a big strong man, sweep me off my feet. Love, honor and cherish me and my kids till our last days. But there is just no way that is real. Plus, this particular book reminds me of my life with my ex husband. The villain vampire Samael.. Manipulative, controlling, excessive, and has a temper. Talon. Always reminded me of Samael. He was mean. Degrading. Abusive. Manipulative. And most importantly evil.

The soldiers and Steven conspired together, using it as a twisted mechanism to exploit the vulnerable girls, to satisfy their own perverse desires. "But I won't be a pawn in your wicked game," I retorted, my voice laced with determination. Steven's grin widened, his eyes glinting with malicious intent. "We'll see about that, my dear. I've broken stronger spirits than yours." His words were meant to intimidate, to assert his dominance over me.

In other words, they had no desire to be trapped inside the weapon, much less to make a contract with their owner, whoever it was in the future. It seemed they were forcibly inserted by the Elder Lich, and since they couldn't become a perfect mystical weapon or could be considered a failed product, that old mage threw them away in this place. Damien swam closer to the edge of the water's surface and carried his body out of the water. Now that his two feet were on the ground, Damien closed his eyes and summoned one of the strongest shadow troops in his collection. "Ansel." From within the shadow next to Damien's feet, a noble-class vampire appeared who immediately knelt on one leg, bowing his

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.

"I can't. I'm too big, too slow with this leg. And they have thermal scopes. If two of us run, they'll see the heat signatures and open fire." "I'm not leaving you!" I scream, grabbing his vest. "We swore! We swore we'd stay together!" "We swore we'd protect the heir," he says. His voice is calm. Terrifyingly calm. "This is how we do it, Thalia." He grabs my shoulders. His fingers dig in, grounding me. "Listen to me. Vance wants a villain. She needs someone to blame for the dead agents, the dead Reapers, the burning river. If she doesn't get a villain, she'll paint us both as terrorists. You'll go to federal prison. The baby will go to the system."

The green light inside turned a deep, bruised violet before the entire machine shattered into a billion tiny, harmless crystals. The backfire was instantaneous. Without the central regulator, the other siphons began to vent steam into the Northern camp. The screams of the Mercenaries rose through the mist, a chorus of agony as their own corruption turned on them. I stood in the center of the wreckage, my breath coming in slow, white clouds. I looked at my hands. The violet scales had reached my shoulders now, creeping toward my collarbone. Kaelen walked toward me, her armor covered in grey sludge. She looked at the destroyed siphons, then at me. There was no doubt in her eyes anymore. Only a