The Scum Villain's Self Saving System Novel Novels & Stories

"The Scourge. They're moving again. Vex saw them. A whole group of them, heading southeast, toward Karenthel." "They're going to attack the city," someone else said. "They're going to destroy it like they destroyed Millbrook." The panic that had been simmering beneath the surface of our carefully constructed routine suddenly boiled up. We'd spent the winter trying to pretend that we were building something, that we were preparing for a future. But the news that the Scourge was moving again, that the larger world was still being torn apart, was enough to shatter that delusion. Corvin called us together that evening. Vex was present, and Solace, and the two other soldiers who'd survived the ke

Kael screamed, his face inches from the glass. "No," I said, reaching out with my flickering, translucent hand. I didn't grab him. I grabbed the milky, swirling mass of the Scavenger on my own shoulder. "You’re saving the memory of me. But I’m still here. And I’m not finished writing." I didn't try to pull the Scavenger off. I did the opposite. I opened my mind, pulling the hunger deeper, funneling the Scavenger’s vast, predatory appetite away from the world and toward the virus in Kael’s arm.

“A day later, just as I was about to leave their territory for the next, I stumbled upon her by accident. Some poor maid was crying on her knees as Scarlett threatened to have her killed. It was over something trivial, like accidentally tearing one of her dresses, but she laughed like it was hilarious. The cries of the woman meant nothing to her. She just relished in having someone else’s life be at her mercy, bragging that Liam would do anything for her.” I felt my cheeks burn and my eyes sting with tears as I helplessly listened, the aching in my heart worsening as the hate-filled words came directly from my so-called mate. I had no choice but to stand there and be accused of things I’d ne

he says calmly. "So how come can we unseal this seal of mine?" he looks at me. "The highest council is a façade for righteousness and laws for the creatures that differed from humans but in reality, they are greedy individuals who will swallow everything just to satisfy their hunger. You're a tough cookie, huh?" “Of course, and just to let you know, Xander, I'm not afraid of dying. I simply require this survival since I'm carrying out these plans. After everything is done, I may pass away peacefully,” once more, I catch him squinting his eyes as he sighs

My eyes remain clenched shut, some frail part of me clinging to the illusion of anonymity while comrades, brothers are cooked inside their armor merely paces away. Only when the disoriented wailing at last stills do I crack my smoke-seared eyes open. The swirling flames have ceased, Scar's massive silhouette already dwindling over the forested ridgeline. He has completed his grisly work. All that remain are the ringing echoes of roasted stones cooling in the icy mud churned with steaming entrails. I lurch up and stagger away before heaving bile helplessly into the shadows. So much for fortitude. We are commodity, not soldiers now. And the butcher's bill has come due.

I mind link scar to dive down landing with a breathe of fire as we burn down the gates with a grand entrance ,i grab one of the warrior by the neck as i lift his legs off the ground . "Where is your alpha " i said as my eye balls go red in rage ,he's too terrified to say anything ,i look into his eyes and possessed him making my eye balls go dark in black magic ,and him poisoned and turned against his pack members, but his heart is too weak he just dies in my grip ,you're useless i say as i throw him away to the side like a piece of worthless tissue paper . scar gets back in flight as we keep flying around in circles ,around the pack house trying to pick up Rosa's sent ,i held my scorp

How could I be bonded to my enemy! “Keep your fucking eyes to yourself, female scum.” He spat as Halt angrily moved and kicked him in the stomach, causing him to scream out in pain. “I dare, you say it again. Call her scum one more time.” Halt spat furiously. The man looked up and met his eyes, a trail of blood flowing from the side of his mouth. “You… both are fucking scums. Monsters below us hunters.” The man forced out the words. Halt lifted his hand to strike when I found myself running in front to shield the hunter. His hit was painful, and it made me stumble and fall next to the hunter. I could smell the scent of my blood, and I was a bit dizzy.

he asked, eyes glaring daggers. Would you believe if I said it's because of a fucking voodoo (system) doll? I thought, suddenly getting defensive. "What is wrong with that? I don't owe you anything; we are just siblings. Besides, it's just..." I screamed, but lowered my voice at the end, not completing the sentence. [I pray your hair falls off, you damn system, and I hope your heart gets broken a thousand times,] I cursed mentally. [Tsk, you wish,] the system scoffed in the distance.

September 14th. Not December. Not the freezing ruins of downtown. Not the end of the world. Her stomach lurched violently. Evelyn shoved herself off the bed and staggered toward the bathroom before Damian could stop her. “Evie?” She barely made it to the toilet before vomiting. Her knees slammed painfully against cold tile as her entire body shook. Sweat dampened the back of her neck despite the chill crawling through her skin. The alley flashed behind her eyes again. The infected are tearing into her flesh.

He was a selfish coward whenever he got into trouble. I withdrew my gun and tilted my head. He seemed to have regained a little courage, he rubbed his hands cautiously as he spoke his next words. “One of my girls…” He says. “She’s a diligent worker and quite the beauty… I think you’ll find her rather appealing and best of all, she’s a virgin.” He laughs nervously and that was when the most utterly, gut churning disgust filled me. Morelle Reyllis was really a disgusting coward. In my world, there were gods and there were beast, those ready to devour each other and then there were scums; those who’d do anything to get a black taste of power and by all means necessary. They would drag down anyo