The Villainess Turns The Hourglass Novels & Stories

“Saffron, oh Saffron. How stupid of you to believe an enemy? Now, your idiocy will lead to your untimely death. Hahahaha…” “Wh– what do you mean? Why did you–” “Wh– what do you mean?” Marrin mimicked, then laughed. “Since you're dumb, let me break it to you. I did everything. The young master gets agitated when he sees light and humans. I turned on the lights on purpose so you'd get into trouble. Ain't I brilliant?” Saffron didn't doubt it. “Why did you have to go this far?” “I warned you… How dare nobody like you come here to steal the wealth I've been working for over 20 years?! I have dealt with scheming and self-centered people, so who are you that I cannot take down in one swipe?”

A dozen illusions broken, but not without scars. And in the middle of all of it, Alisa. She was still kneeling, her face red and blotchy, her hair a wild mess, but her voice dripped venom. “You’ll pay. Both of you. I swear it on my blood.” Caroline laughed, short and sharp, wiping the last of her tears from her cheek. “You’ve already lost, Alisa. Maybe try accepting it instead of choking on it.” The last grains of sand slid through the hourglass, the silver dust spilling into nothingness. The humming in the walls grew louder, the stone itself trembling like it was exhaling.

She reached into her coat pulled out a dented silver flask took a drag and spat a stream of blue fluid onto the severed iron wrist. "You the one who caused the boiler-collapse in Sector 2?" she asked, her gray eyes glinting with curiosity. "Because if you are you've got three minutes before the Scrappers realize I followed their pipe." I raised my hand the matte-obsidian lance of the Seventh Seal materializing with a low hum. "I am the Empress of this territory " I said. ". You have exactly ten seconds to tell me why I shouldn't turn your coat into scrap metal." The woman didn't flinch. A slow grease-stained grin split her face revealing a silver tooth.

Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried. "I was just messing with you. Why did you actually drink it? Maddie, since when did you become so weak?" he asked. The original Maddison was not fragile at all. After all, she was the villainous side character whose job was to frame the female lead before meeting her destined death. The female lead was Cynthia. Just a while back, the original Maddison had tried to stop her from taking the SATs by slipping laxatives into Cynthia's food. However, halfway through, the original Maddison got scared and switched the drugged meal with a normal one.

Ava assured her. "okay, you two pick the remaining herbs and come back immediately. Okay?" "okay Helena" they answered in unison. Helena left them and went back to the pack house. Ava and Vivian quickly picked up the remaining herbs and started to make their way back to the pack house. On their way back, they were stopped by a huge burly male werewolf. "hey girlie. I heard you are the bitch who tried to kill our princess. You have got a lot of guts to do something like that" he said with a sneer.

And yet, like a naughty child, I knew I shouldn't, and still couldn't stop picking at the scab. It was time to let go completely. I had just closed my eyes when a wave of comments suddenly rose in front of me. [The male lead is really panicking now. He hopped on a private jet and flew straight over.] [Devoted Don, all right. He figured out the villainess went to Sicily after all.] [Slick move by the villainess. Playing hard to get, retreating to advance. Masterful.] I knit my brows and took out my phone, switching it on.

The girl who'd begged Ronan to marry her was gone, replaced by something much more dangerous. The shadows in the mirror seemed to move independently of my own movements, and for a moment, I saw something else looking back at me. Something with my face but eyes that held centuries of hunger. I opened my jewelry box and found the vial tucked behind my pearl necklace. It was smaller than my thumb, the liquid inside clear as mountain water. The moment my fingers closed around it, the black star burned so hot I cried out. It wanted this. It craved this. And so did I.

He always watched. "The Vespine boy will come for you again," he said. "Let him." I smiled, the expression feeling almost real. "Every time he tries, he proves I was here, in the light, where the killer wasn't." I walked back toward the outcast wing, my circle around me, the crowd's whispers following like a tide. She beat him in thirty seconds. She moved like a ghost. She's not what they say she is. The narrative was shifting. Not much. Not enough. But in the margins, where the real story lived, the villainess had become a duelist. And the killer, whoever they were, was running out of shadows.

Not defense. But war. I whispered the vow into the darkness: “I will end Valentina Bathory.” The shadows stirred. “I will burn the Cross from the inside.” The air shifted. “I will save the wolves she marked for extinction.” The moonlight intensified. “And when the throne she wants crumbles beneath her…” My eyes opened, glowing fierce violet. “She will finally learn the truth.” A slow smile curved my lips. “I was never her puppet.” The vow sealed. The hunt bega --- Night tasted like metal.

She kept smiling mischievously as she watched the sand on the upper part of the hourglass run down fast to the lower part. "Tick…Tock! Tick… Tock!" She laughed hysterically. The maid smirked. "It's just a matter of time, Miss Natalie, and all your wishes will be granted. You'll become the Luna of Night Wind Pack, and your obstacle will be removed from the surface forever." "I feel like it's taking forever. I just can't wait to get that obstacle out of my way." She clenched her fist. Meanwhile, at the Cold Moon Pack house, in Alpha Atlas's chamber, Beta Jackson walked in with a glass containing a dark mixture of herbs. He dropped the glass on the table in front of the Alpha, who was busy goin