The Villain's Mother Novels & Stories

One even her own abilities couldn’t keep at bay. But Baldwin began to tell me a different story: “Our mothers were friends, once. Two gifted healers who grew up loving and supporting each other. “And then your mother ruined it, choosing power and Royalty over friendship and loyalty.” He shrugged. “So they became enemies. And so they fought. “Your mother didn’t die of any illness except greed. That’s what led to the final psychic battle between our mothers.” His face hardened. “Your mother died. My mother was left with a broken mind, one slowly being consumed by a frenzy she hadn’t had before that battle.”

"You think you can get away with everything, don’t you? You’re nothing but a desperate, conniving coward trying to ruin other people’s lives because you can't stand your own misery. You are an evil person; villains aren’t born, they are created. A demon on earth. I will make sure you pay for it. Your mother must be somewhere regretting giving birth to someone like you." Before Rose could finish, Brindle’s hands flew up and slapped her hard across her face. "Don’t you ever dare bring my mother into this! You know nothing about my mother," Brindle said, boiling over, her eyes a little teary from the mention of her mother. "My mother can never be ashamed of me." Rose barely flinched. She retali

"Then let us go together, Alpha. Someone should be present to ensure the conversation doesn't end with either of you doing something neither of you can ever take back." I stood, every muscle in my body screaming its protest, black veins pulsing visibly along my forearms with the sheer effort of it, and made my way toward the door with a fury burning hotter than any curse could ever hope to. Because for the first time since that platform, since the moment I'd broken the one person who'd never once given me a single reason to doubt her, I understood with absolute, unshakable clarity that the true villain of this entire story had never been fate, or prophecy, or even my own cowardice standing a

"Listen to me, Delilah. You have already crossed all lines you could cross, and right now, the only reason I'm still here, and the only reason I'm still in your case, is because you're still a Blackwater. If something happens to you, to me, something has happened to a Blackwater. If you go out there and say anything, it will be used against us, because it was said by a Blackwater. I won't let you mess this family. I won't let you destroy us, do you understand?" I knew, in that moment, that in my mother's eyes, in my mother's head, I was the reason for everything going on in her life, for everything with dad, with her work, with her job, with her life. She was in a very vulnerable place right

Inside, instead of contracts, there was a phone. A message blinked on the screen: “You can’t protect her from what she’s about to learn.” — V. VANESSA’S POV They always thought I was the villain. Maybe I am. But villains don’t burn without reason. The fire at Enzo’s mansion was never meant to kill him. It was meant to expose him. He was the reason my mother died. The reason I grew up in shadows, whispering prayers that no one answered. He called it justice. I called it blood.

“The Serpent wasn’t my father’s creation. It was theirs. A partnership.” Damien’s eyes darkened. “She’s been playing both sides from the start.” The betrayal hit harder than any bullet. My mother hadn’t just married danger she had built it, fed it, and let me live inside its shadow. There was a sound behind us metal scraping. I spun around, heart slamming against my ribs. A hidden door at the far end of the vault was opening. Damien raised his weapon, motioning me back. The door groaned wider, and a single figure stepped through the darkness, umbrella still dripping rainwater onto the floor.

Ava stood up from the bed and paced around the room. "That is impossible. My father would never lie to me about such an important thing." she told Ryder. Ryder stood up and held her in his arms. "Look Ava, Evena might be a total nutcase but he is also one of the most powerful witches to ever exist. He cannot be mistaken about this. Maybe your father was also clueless about your mother's true identity as well. Maybe he didn't lie to you." Ryder tried to calm her down.

Even if it was just the Replenisher she stole, that was enough for them to vanquish her and everything she loved. His mother was a thief... A rogue. He had not even known after that last part except when Mufasa mentioned it just tonight. He hated rogues, yet his mother was one. And she had been with a vampire. A rogue and a vampire was a bloody terrible combination. They must have wrecked havoc together.

Perhaps the villainous rogue sought to give her reasons to rebell against her one true mate, and the moon goddess allowed him for a season to test the power of her resolve, but she was going to remain loyal to her mate till the end -- surely, that must prove a very easy task. She remembered a remark her mother once made, that she forgave too easily. Her mother had told her a tale of a very villainous lord, and she had flared up in her characteristic hot temper, but when her mother had reached the ending of the story where the villian had gotten what he deserved, she had found herself crying, begging her mother to stop ... could not the man be forgiven his crimes. She had not understood her m