The Villainess Reverse Hourglass Novels & Stories

Honestly, when I read that sort of background story, I wouldn't have thought of villainess, but rather some sort of unfortunate female lead… but that’s not what’s important right now! Growing up without parental love, Bella ended up twisted and committed herself to all sorts of shady actions. She wanted to take revenge on her father who abandoned her and her mother. But of course she was defeated by the main character and the heroine. The crown prince, Alistair Calder Astaseul was her half brother and the hero of the story. In the end, Belladonna was ruined and sentenced to death for her crime by the age of twenty. "Your evil deeds will come to an end now, Belladonna Reigna Astaseul." Those

Aesthelia was about to explain what happened when she got interrupted by Gior's growl. Aesthelia felt her lips run dry. She can't stop herself from glaring at the man. "What excuses would you make this time? Aren't you being foolish to think you could get away with your lies? " Gior spoke, burning in rage, and it was visible in his eyes that the trust he had in Aesthelia was long gone. Aesthelia's jaw clenched. The character she was so in love with turns out differently now that she's meeting him as the villainess, Aesthelia Rasc.

“Just when I thought I was finally back to my body, you go and turned me back to a girl – “ he said. “Oh? Did you see me transforming you back into a girl?” she asked. Rai’s mouth fell open, feeling speechless at this woman’s shamelessness! “You didn’t (see me), right?” she asked and smiled. “It is a part of the curse.” She said. Rai looked at her, thinking how he could fry her or steam her, or filet her for breakfast. She just smiled, ignoring Rai’s murderous gaze. “I am here since I forgot to tell you something.” She explained.

With Atlas gone, Sebastian and Talia were no match for Caspian. The clicking sounds of stilettos pulled Celina out of reliving the ugly memories. Just like most of the people who had turned to look at the entrance, she also spun her head around and gasped at the level of astonishment she beheld. A confident, sophisticated, proud and successful woman. She wore a white two piece tailored suit and a black over six inch stiletto heels. Her black clutch bag was held to her side, and her dark shades served the it’s cause of shielding her eyes from flickering when she spotted Alex sitting beside her seat.

"And what kind of werewolf supremacist are you to use witch-made bombs? Why not use werewolf-made, hm? Not good enough for you?" "The hourglass is shifting," Seraphina said. "It's emotions are magic, too. Speak to the crowd, Grace. Speak to Mooncrest. Any weakness buys us time." I looked at the hourglass, noting a bit of the sand had slipped out of the bottom. It wasn't a lot, but somewhere, someone was listening to me.

One's hand was bent in a peculiar angle which indicated it had dislocated. Then Diana clutched the wrist of the two lackeys trying to hold her back, and with an intense squeeze,the sound of bones shattering split the air. In a blink of an eye,the two lackeys were already howling in an excruciating pain. How was a lady able to do all of that? Stone was extremely terrified. "How dare you make a move against my lackeys? You must wish to marry death.." Stone's expression darkened and he ordered "Kill him!"

Staircases spiral into nothingness, and hallways branch into portals flickering with dead worlds. Eden leads, his steps precise, as if following a map only he can see. The Hunter trails, muttering about traps and hubris. "Here," Eden says, stopping at a chamber where the walls are lined with hourglasses. Each holds not sand but *souls*-tiny, flickering figures pressed against the glass. One pulses with Kael's face, another with Lila's. The Hunter inhales sharply. "You said *answers*, not ghosts." Eden ignores him, touching an hourglass marked with a wolf's fang. "This is yours, Mom."

Elira leaned in, whispering quickly as though even saying their names too loudly could bring trouble. “ The girl in the middle is Cressida Vale, a dragonkin sorceress with blazing crimson hair and molten-gold eyes. Known for breathing sparks when angry. Damien’s girlfriend. Ruthless, manipulative, always two steps ahead”. “Beside her by the right is Lura Duskbane, a vampire enchantress with long raven-black hair and lips the color of fresh blood. She has the ability to cloud minds and lure secrets from anyone. Cold and cruel.”

I heard Lycan King Xyrus say and eight other pairs of eyes stared at me. He wasn't alone, like I thought; both Vance and Lady Eliona are here. I walked slowly towards them, my eyes drank in the appearance of Xyrus. Among everyone present, he seemed more excited to see me. “Oh my goddess. You look so beautiful even at night lady Valeria.” Lady Eliona said and I realised why Xyrus picked this dress. I now know why he called me here only to have me sit in the space next to me. He is trying to pass a message to Vance that I, Valeria, belong to him.