The Black Cauldron Villain Novels & Stories

No one believed for a second that he was returning it! Herbert shouted, "Young man! Mr. Tallon Senior and our clan leader are both powerful Supremes. Offending both of them by stealing our dragon vein is unwise!" "Come on! The Undeafeatable Tallon has been dead for ages." "You—" Herebert's face turned pale in shock. "You knew? You've been acting this whole time! Bastard, who are you?" Gideon burst into laughter. He leapt onto the nether aircraft and gently placed the ancient bronze cauldron down. Even the nether aircraft dipped slightly under the weight.

Her gentle eyes stayed on Kael until the light in them faded away. His dad let out a roar that shook the walls. He changed into the biggest silver wolf Kael had ever seen, fur shining like moonlight. He fought like a storm, biting and throwing enemies across the room. But then the leader stepped forward. Vortigern. Tall, cold, with a deep scar on his face and a black sword that seemed to drink the light. One swing of that sword made Kael’s dad stumble. The second swing brought the great wolf down. He changed back to human as he fell, eyes open but empty.

"But the world knows me as the Black Wolf Alpha. The King of the Rogue Lands. The man who hunts the hunters." My breath hitched. The Black Wolf. I had heard the stories in the kitchens of the Crescent Moon Pack. The warriors whispered his name in hushed, fearful tones. They said he was a monster who had slaughtered entire packs. They said he was a rogue who had built an empire out of the shadows. They said his power was so great that even the Moon Goddess feared him. And he was standing in my valley, holding my wrist as if I were his. "You're the Black Wolf," I breathed, my rage flickering into caution. "Then you know what happens to anyone who tries to cage me. I will burn you alive, Kaelen

Before the guy could say another word, he pulled out his katana and swung it on his head. After that, the eyes of Flion became red, which is darker than the moon eclipse. He is mad at every traitor that he treats as a friend. No punishment suits them but only death. Because of them, the Black Spellcasters know their plan that killed many wolves in their tribe. How can he forgive all of the wolves that turn their back in their own race? They are bullshit for thinking that the Spellcasters can make the World of Deshaun be at peace again when all of the species in their world are greedy for power and authority.

The duke, on the other hand, looked at the outside underground market built in his room as his own built property beside a café He was informed by the shadow knight, that the name of the man that had been long anonymously sending him his illegal activities, was Victor Polly. Never did he knew anything deeper than that man. All he knew was he’s a former spy of a ruined noble. But he’s originally one of the throne claimers that Arthur left to live in a faraway land – yet he also didn’t expected to find his death at the duke’s hands "Yes my lord, we killed him and all of his family together inside the house as well as setting fire on the house. We leave it like it was done with an accident," th

She was using my mate as a battery. “Kaden failed,” the witch sneered, her face twisting grotesquely through the fire. “But I won’t. You’ve taken too much, Klaus Black. Your pack. Your mate. Your precious land. All of it—should’ve been his. But you… and your whore mother stole fate.” “DON’T YOU FUCKIN DARE TALK ABOUT MY MOTHER” I roared back at her. “I am the HEIR to the throne and I will take it”

Because Prince Zaitan could not defeat Prince Zumir, the white vampires would remain lifelong slaves to the blacks, as punishment for their betrayal and theft of black treasures. “The whites are the true villains,” said the late Supreme Luwis, father of Supreme Atcandis. “The blacks are naturally powerful, which is why other races envy them, including wolves, mermaids, fairies, and more. The whites cannot accept that, no matter what they do, they will never equal the blacks’ power. So they sought to destroy them and provoke war for a shallow reason.” “Gradually, Zumir is changing the fate of our race,” Supreme Atcandis said, his eyes still fixed on the burning palace of the white vampires.

He stood and went to a low table at the back of his cave, coming back with a small plate of roasted meat and bread, offering me some and sharing the food with me. “My brother made it look like me and my men, the ones I would raid with and are completely loyal to me, we’re planning a coup on my father and brother. Cadmus provided my brother with a very powerful poison, one that was potent enough to kill a very powerful dragon. My brother hid it among my things and said that one of my men confided in him that I was planning to kill him and my father. He laid the bait so perfectly that it looked like I was guilty, and had one of my men turn on me by threatening his very pregnant mate. My father

It wasn’t fear or hatred—it was something more complex. “He’s a wizard, Miss,” Veronica sighed heavily. “And besides, his birth is shrouded in disgrace. He’s the child of the late king and a witch who seduced him.” “But that’s not Carlos’s fault,” I said slowly. “I understand that we werewolves don’t trust wizards. But he’s still Caesar and Hommes’s brother, isn’t he?” “The elders wish Prince Caesar didn’t have such a brother,” Veronica whispered. “What are you two talking about?” The tent flap was suddenly thrown open.