The Villianess Reverses The Hourglass Novels & Stories

That’s when she figured that Isabella wasn’t from here. “You must be from another time period.“ “What do you mean?” “The thing you messed with wasn’t an hourglass. It was a witching glass.” “A witching what?” “The thing you called an hourglass. I read about it in my mothers’ books. It's an hourglass that’s been enchanted to control time. This item allows a person to travel between the past, the present, and the future.” “So, am I in the past?” “Yes.” “What year is it?”

She smiled softly at me, her eyes beaming with sincerity, reassuring my doubts and clearing up the negativities in my mind. "... thank you, Joewella" I mumbled while plastering a smile on my face. In this world, Joewella is my first ally. She is the only one Victoria could trust and lean on. Only her. So why do I feel a hidden presence somewhere? Like a rat lurking around the corner. I lifted the scissors inside the kit and impulsively threw it with all my might towards the window, stabbing the oak tree without looking.

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

He was holding a golden hourglass, and the last grain of sand was about to fall. "The trade is made," Cassiel announced, his voice echoing through the silver trees. "The Duke stays. The Mother goes. But there is a third party who has entered the garden, Elara. Someone who didn't come through the gate." From behind the golden tree, a second Vane stepped out. He looked exactly like the man being turned to stone, but his eyes were a burning, malevolent red. He smiled at Elara, a look of pure, unadulterated evil.

Jenna worked on the ring while Crimson struggled with the hourglass. “HURRY!” Elektris was hissing way more viciously than even the Gorgon sisters. The hourglass that was the Okulus had started to slip. Crimson pulled on hard. Jenna was not having any luck with Reign. The ring stuck onto the goddess's finger like glue. But the Okulus, it was sliding slowly and ever so slightly off of her arm. Sounds came from ahead of them and the faces of Andrews, Susan, Cassie, started coming into view until they were all almost there. They could take turns taking it off.

Victoria's smile disappeared. "The truth." Alessia stepped forward. "Give it to me." "No." Victoria looked directly at Amara. "It belongs to her." Amara looked at Alessia. Then back at Victoria. For the first time, Alessia didn't tell her what to do. She simply watched. Amara slowly stepped forward. Victoria held out the envelope. Amara took it. There was one sentence written across the front. FOR MY DAUGHTER, WHEN SHE FINALLY MEETS ALESSIA.

Desperation had wiped away pride. The ritual began. Black flames danced. Runes burned in the air. And then— Maika was reborn. A newborn, tiny and perfect, wrapped in glowing cloth. Vienna handed the baby to Merrine. "I'll come back in eighteen years to reverse the spell," she said, turning away, already packing. But Valus stayed behind as the others left. "Can we talk?" he said softly. Vienna froze. She didn't turn around. "Please don't thank me. It's not over yet. See you in eighteen years."

"He’s perfect. Everyone loves him!" "Everyone loves a mirror until they see the crack in the glass," the Archivist said. He vanished, and the candles flared back to life. Martha continued her scrubbing as if nothing had happened. "There now, Lady Elara. You’re getting some color back." I looked at the vanity mirror across the room. I didn't see a sixteen-year-old girl. I saw a hunter. Caspian wanted the Vance fortune. He wanted the "doll." But tomorrow, I was going to show him that this doll had teeth. And I was going to make sure the Duke was watching when I bit.

“Then let’s burn the old world down.” Somewhere in Berlin A shadowed room. Dozens of monitors flickered. A figure in a white suit stood silently, watching the hearing footage replay on loop. Jade. She sipped a glass of wine, her other hand tapping a sequence on a tablet. “Let them have their rebellion,” she whispered. “Every movement needs a villain.” Behind her, a new clone stepped out of a cryo-chamber. It looked exactly like… Grace.

She threw herself into Giselle’s arms, sobbing and pointing back toward the dark window where a tall, thin shadow was standing against the moon. "He is right there behind the glass and he is whispering my name in a way that makes my blood turn into ice inside my very veins. Please do not let him take me back to that place where the sun never shines and where everyone is a slave to his terrible hunger for power," Jillian cried. She hid her face in Giselle’s neck, her whole body trembling with a terror that made the Queen growl deep in her throat with a sound of pure protection.