Swan Lake Villainess Novels & Stories

She was sitting in a booth, alone, nursing a tall glass of beer, but I noticed that it was almost empty. I approached the bartender to order a pint of beer and carried it over to her, pushing the drink towards her, like an offering of sorts. “So, can you finally tell me about this witch?” I asked right away. I don’t intend to drag it out any longer. “Well, she’s pretty powerful.” Shania’s words were already slurring and it’s just seven in the evening. She took a swig of the cold brew and when she put it down, I saw that she had already drank half of it. “Her name is Vevila Callaghan and she can make potions that do all sorts of things.”

"You won't get there for 8 more hours." Rose smiled, and dreamed Of a strange woman, with violet eyes, dark skin like cinnamon, a small chest whose nipples were brown like syrup, and fangs. She dreamed of kissing this siren - a vampire? A lamia? An Aswang Queen. The dream girl wore a silver starlet crystal crown, delicate as fine bone China. And the mountains burned beneath her, a poison garden of baby bones. "I am what you seek, Rose Smith," the treacherous dream girl said.

‘ 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.

Zyric's expression turned disgusted as he realized the sheer delusion of the she-wolf—she had actually marched into the Blackwynd stronghold to offer her bare skin to Supreme Alpha Vickon. And then to claim her low-born scent was superior to Lady Blackwynd's? Where did she gather such suicidal arrogance? Vickon’s face was already darkening with lethal intent, but Vaenya, completely blind to the beast waking before her, pressed on. She had no concept of who sat before her, nor how close her throat was to being ripped out by his bare claws.

I looked at her. She doesn't know, I thought. She doesn't know about any of it. The threads, the east garden, the year of manufactured proximity. She just won a selection and came outside to breathe and she has no idea that there is a girl standing here at the edge of a lake who has been in love with the man she just became engaged to for twelve years. Seraphina walked to the lake's edge, perhaps eight meters down from where I stood, and looked at the water. Her hands were clasped in front of her — the pearl-and-gold bracelet catching moonlight.

"Was it the first time you slept with Elara behind my back? Or the moment I found the lime in my shoes?" "No…" His voice trembled violently. "No, it wasn't…" "Oh, right," I said, nodding slowly. "It must've been the moment that light fell, and you didn't hesitate to catch Elara. That was when the Astraea in your heart died. Now, I am the Swan Queen of Arcadia Ballet. And you?" My smile was merciless and exquisite. "You are nothing but trash, soon to be spat out by the entire industry." Just then, Caelan stepped forward, handing me a document.

And Arthur… Arthur was still out there, a silent partner in the chaos, watching his scenario play out. I pulled out the phone from my pocket. It had no signal, just as Luther predicted. But it had a notes app. I typed the word, my fingers numb with cold. SWAN. Keila peered at it. “Like the bird?” “Like the bird,” I murmured. And then it clicked. Not a bird. A song. A children’s song. “Swanee River.” Too obvious. A ballet. “Swan Lake.” Swan Lake. The story of a princess turned into a swan. A curse. A deception. A prince who must choose the right swan to break the spell.

I snapped just as Alpha Queen Tavi came into the throne room. She was pissed at what had just transpired in the forest. How had Olga killed all those men alone? It's impossible! "Lady Swan, I need to know any and everything you know of Olga," Tavi commanded. "She's served under the King and Queen before you and before them. She's probably the oldest she-wolf in the kingdom, but no one has ever known her age," I explained. "She also helped Vincent and Ruby escape and made my life a living hell. She targeted me for a reason!" McKenna interjected. "What are your suspicions?" Tavi asked. "I don't know. She hated my mother even more than me," McKenna reminded us. "Carol, you were Antionette's be

He knew that from now on, he couldn’t achieve what he and his father wanted. All the people in the restaurant watched the whole show as it took place behind the large windows and was astonished that Dynasty Syrum came personally to retrieve the women from that man’s grasp. At first, they thought it was a proposal, and then the ex-girlfriend showed up; the woman pushing the man into the pond and then having him try to abduct his ex-girlfriend out of rage was stopped by the Princess of Swanville made everyone present astonished. The women arrived in the lobby, where Sylvia was waiting for their arrival with a smile, surprising Claire and her mother.

I smirk, nodding at Hunter to takes over as I claim my seat front and centre, sprawling out in the chair as I sip my whiskey. “Let’s start with Contestant 6,” Hunter begins as an image appears on the glass to the arena. One half is a closeup of the face, the other half a full-length image of their body. Each of the girls has been photographed in their underwear when they arrived. Although many don’t remember, as the drugs were still in their system. “Felicity Swan 25 from the Moonstone Pack. Tall, slender build with toned muscles with a decent size rack, unmated, is top of her squad. She has taken out 3 rogues on her missions,” Hunter informs everyone as I bristle slightly. I didn’t know she