The Villains Redemption の小説・ストーリー

“Driver! Let me off!” The man opened his eyes and smiled. But it wasn’t cruel. It was sad. “You’re not the villain anymore,” he said. “You’re just in the final chapter.” I jumped off the bus at the next stop and ran into the woods nearby. I hid behind trees, heart pounding in silence. Then I heard a whisper in the wind. “Redemption isn’t for the perfect. It’s for the brave.” I didn’t know if it was in my head or real.

We get to the door and my phone rings, I gesture for Bella to go in front and I check my phone, and it’s Luciano so I answer it “Hello Luc, how is it going” “Hello Carter, I don’t know if you have already met Valerie but I wanted to call you and wish you luck”. “Wish me luck? I’m not going into battle”. “Might as well be, and you do not have any bargaining tools, don’t beat yourself up too much though, be rational about this”. “Thank you Luc, I’ll handle it well” “I know you will, let’s get drinks soon”. He ends the call and I walk in after Arabella. The moment I lift my head and meet Valerie’s eyes, all hell breaks loose.

The weight of the reddened lightening had Poseidon fumble, his Trident now falling into the darkness of the abyss. Ares pulled Mariah tighter by the waist. I pulled my sword from my back. Vulcan grips hold of me, shielding the sword from any prying eyes, until the bright light of the Celestial Kingdom came into view. “Put it behind your back,” Vulcan ordered as we landed. It was just the five of us. Vulcan carried his ax in front of him as we graced the steps leading up to the pearly gates. The sky cracked with bright red and blues of electricity. The apocalypse was already upon the Celestial realm. The palace continued to crumble, darkness covering the clouds into a dark grey.

I was head over heels in love with him and still am. Carson and I brought him the necessary peace. He could finally let go of his past and truly live his life. One filled with love. We were what he needed. We both were his redemption. The Alpha’s redemption. ---The end---

I could tell that he was going to do anything to kill me off this time and there wasn't enough room for me to escape his reach. When my back hits the wall, I feel something like a stud that hits me, making me flinch in the process. I would have fully reacted to it until I suddenly recall what it is. "I won't ask you to surrender yourself this time around. I'm going to take you in myself. Only if I don't feel the sudden urge to have a taste of your blood for what you did to my warrior," Gamma Connor threatens, his voice oozing a lot that I couldn't even pinpoint.

The thoughts that he had an ulterior motive and would end up defiling me just like my dad had done kept hovering around my head and while I knew I should be prepared for the inevitable, my body just wasn’t ready for it. It was too battered to fight against any assault and Hailey on the other hand wasn’t helping matters. She seemed to have been brainwashed as she couldn’t function properly at the mere thoughts of the alpha, talk more of being in his presence and it was more terrifying to know that she may willingly give us up into his waiting arms when the opportunity finally presented itself. “He's a good man,” Hailey interrupted, making me roll my eyes as I continued staring at the graduall

And beneath Damon’s skin, beneath his wolf and his light and his innocence and his laugh, there is something old, something violent, something the universe has never learned to contain. A star forged in a body too small to hold it. A calamity disguised as a child. They want to rip that spark out before it grows. I want to feed it. Let them whisper that I have changed. Let them convince themselves that I have found compassion. Let the wolves rest easy under the illusion that Malachai’s fire has cooled. Let Vera believe her lessons make him safer. Let Selina believe love can shield destiny. Let Lucas believe rage can match divinity. The world survives on lies.

The irony was that every single one of those paintings had actually been plagiarized from me. He ordered the servants to move all the paintings out into the courtyard. Then, he set them on fire. Within moments, they were reduced to ashes. As black smoke drifted through the air, Connor knelt on the ground nearby, tears streaming down his face. Regret consumed him. He knew that I would never forgive him for what he had done and that our relationship was truly over. That night, June followed his demand and posted a clarification online. She claimed that the confession had only been a joke and wished Connor and me a lifetime of happiness together.