The Villainess Turns The Hourglass Novels & Stories

Well, alive or dead, I didn't care as long as he was away from me. The auction continued for a long time. It wasn't my first time, so I was a little bored. Nothing caught my eye. It was nearing the end when the host finally presented the thing we searched for. ''Ladies and gentlemen, the last item which you will have the opportunity to bid for is this ancient hourglass. According to the legend, it belonged to an ancient empress 4000 thousand years ago. She used it as a tool to control and instil fear in her subjects. However, she got punished by a curse for her bad deeds. Now, we don't know if any if this is true, but the diamonds and rubies are real.'' He laughed pretentiously, and some peo

The first image she saw was of the fiery Titan, Prometheus, roaring as he commanded an army of dark souls to rise from the Darkforce realm. The image vanished as a new one immediately replaced it, this time showing Viper something she was not quite sure what it was but it was an object looking a lot like an hourglass, except it gave off a mystical green glow that blinded her before the image vanished. The next image in the montage was even more confusing which showed a ring that was sparkling with lightning, lightning of different colors just as a hand picked it up and slid it into a finger. Viper never got to see who the person wearing the ring was as a new image cut through, showing a figu

The mirror then changes, and I see myself standing next to Arthur Drake in a snow-white dress, his smile radiating warmth as he stares down at me in his fine tuxedo, our arms interlocked as we descend the steps of the Grace Cathedral. “Do you think you can be a good girl?” Gulping, swallowing the last of my bile, I nod. “Good. Now let’s begin.” The woman in the mirror holds up a vial. “In a previous life, you were a Queen. You were also a very powerful enchantress. You had the power to steal men’s hearts and make others worship you.” She pauses, holding the vial higher so that I can see the pulsing violet liquid within. “This potion is made from a night-blooming flower that grows only in Ava

A shadowy silhouette appeared on a rooftop far away— holding Clara’s grandmother’s old bracelet. The villain whispered: “Her family secret begins.” —END CHAPTER FIVE—

she whispered, her porcelain face chiseled with a terrible grin. "Now look at the clock." Through the sky above the copper cables a massive three-story bronze wheel, the central treasury clock of the capital, began to lower itself through the plum-colored clouds. The second hand of the clock was a thirty-foot double-edged steel guillotine that was falling toward the center of the lead registry with every tick. The time was three seconds to midnight. The steel wire inside Elara's palm gave a volcanic thump, the green numbers in her mind turning into a solid column of white zeros.

my striking silver eyes turn completely frosty, my lips sharpening into a predatory grin that catches her totally off guard. "That... that was different!" Selka stammers, her face turning bright red with guilt as her tail drops into the floorboards. "You took a broken purple hourglass from the basic border gift stall—a trash trinket that wasn't even worth twenty tokens—and your lazy hands didn't even bother to wash the dust off it before tossing it at my fur!" my voice barks out a dark, mocking laugh, remembering how my past-life self had been so desperate for a loyal pack friend that I cherished her useless garbage like a sacred relic. "How blind was my young beast back then?"

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

she said, her voice firm. Nyx smiled, and the surrounding realm erupted in blinding light. The shadows of the vortex surged back, enveloping Carmen and transforming her. Her spirit solidified, her form glowing with a newfound power. Nyx's glowing hand lingered in the air, her sharp features illuminated by the faint light emanating from her being. She regarded Carmen with a cool detachment, the faintest trace of amusement could be found in her lips.

I wiped my tears and looked straight into her eyes. "You can take your money to hell for all I care. I will never accept it. I wish both of you rot in your grave. But before I leave, I need you to know that, it won't end here. I will come for you and your son when it is VENGEANCE HOUR, even if it will be a hundred years from now" I said with so much determination and stood up but stopped by the door of the limousine and looked back at her with a straight face.

A crystal wine glass shattered against the wall. ‎Victor stood quietly nearby. ‎"The warehouse exploded and yet they're alive!!" She yelled as her voice echoed through the room. ‎ ‎"You told me there was no way they'd escape." ‎ ‎Victor calmly straightened his cuff. ‎"I said the odds favored us." ‎ ‎"You failed." ‎ ‎"No." ‎ ‎He looked directly at her. ‎"You underestimated Vivian." ‎ ‎Annabel clenched her fists. ‎"She's becoming a problem and a very annoying one at that."