Novel & Cerita The Villainess Needs A Tyrant Spoiler

But it is still okay, beside who doesn't want a body that have smooth and soft fair skin. Adding her Goddess look and a cute face when surprise like a toddler. It is a shame the original owner of the body that she possess uses her looks to bully the heroine. But anyways, it only made them close together and she being the supporting villainess got killed by the hands of the Emperor, the main villainess. And cause havoc when the female lead reject him for the male lead. Because of his system eating vinegar, half of the Empire go blown away by his Thunderstorm along with his Dark magic.

Raymond finished, his tone full of warning. As I soaked his words in, I realised he was right. I knew next to nothing about Alpha Evan. Only that he was a hybrid and seemed like a man who was good at heart. But now, I wasn't so sure. What if the man was nice only in front of me to lure me away from here? What if it was all an act and he was actually a ruthless tyrant, waiting for the right moment to show his true colours?

Even if Terrin was a spy for the High Council, she wouldn’t let it draw their attention from the real enemy at hand. “Enough!” She didn’t know why, but there were tears in her eyes. “The true villain isn’t among us, it’s out there, waiting for us to slip up, and right now, we’re basically opening the door and inviting it in! I can’t, I won’t let that happen. Whatever fate awaits me when they arrive, I will face it. It can’t be worse than what I’ve faced already. And it definitely couldn’t be worse than seeing those I care about throw their morals to the wind for my sake.” “Tasha,” Cal finally looked at her, but his jaw was set and she knew he was about to try to argue his case further.

He was willing to murder his own sister just to frame Avery and seize total control of the Nixon legacy. The Enforcers closed in on Avery. “Miss, we require your cooperation. Princess Victoria is fighting for her life, and you are the only wolf on the mirrors. We must take you in.” Tyrone, his eyes watering as he gasped for air, tried to throw himself in front of her. “Who are these curs? Why do they hunt my daughter? Get back! I am the High Alpha!”

I raise my eyes to his, his grip tightened on my jaw. “Camilla,” I said. His smirk deepened. “A nice name… for a pretty doll.” Then his hand left me, and only then did I realize I was shaking all over, my knees weak, my lungs heavy like stone. I had tried to show him I wasn’t scared, but he saw through me. He saw everything. Who wouldn’t fear him? Alpha Lennox Steele. The Pack Slayer, one of the many names the people had given him, The Tyrant. The man who turned villages into ash and left bones for wolves to gnaw. The one mothers whispered about in the dark to keep their children silent.

‘ 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.

“You wanted to own her. Mold her. Twist her into something you could control. Don’t stand there and pretend you’re some savior. You’re just another parasite feeding off her pain.” Her mouth trembled, but she didn’t look away. “She deserves the truth. She deserves to know who you are. What you’ve done. You think you can protect her by burying the past, but you’re only digging her grave deeper.” That was the last straw. The fury I had been choking down flared hot, violently. I moved before I could think. My hand slammed onto the counter, fingers curling around the handle of the knife. Vivian’s eyes widened, and for the first time, the smugness drained completely from her.

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"Oh, sister-selves, you have no idea what you're up against. I've tasted the Primordial's true power—not the scraps and fragments you've all been playing with, but the real thing. I've let it hollow me out and fill me up again, and it was *glorious*." The others shift, recognizing the threat, but the Tyrant-me just smiles. "Funny thing about power," she says, and suddenly the temperature drops twenty degrees, "I actually won our war. Completely. Utterly. The Primordial is nothing but ash in my timeline—along with everything else." The words hit like physical blows, and I feel my stomach drop. She continues, her voice soft as poisoned silk: "Seven billion corpses make an excellent foundation

“Help me restore balance. They don’t deserve the power they hold.” I had believed him. I was young. Hungry. Desperate for a place in the world. And when he told me what to do on the night of the fire I obeyed. But I hadn’t expected the screams. I hadn’t expected the children. I hadn’t expected the innocent blood. And by the time I realized the truth that Tyris didn’t want balance, he wanted revenge it was too late. Too late to undo. Too late to confess. Too late to save anyone.