Novel & Cerita The Villianess Tames The Beast

AXIOS'S POV I hadn't seen a wolf so eager to charge to a fight like Mira; she wasn't scared of anything neither was she scared of being killed. She fights better than most of the male wolves in my pack, honestly from how fragile and pale she looked you wouldn't believe she could even fight, "Are you hurt?" "No, I'm fine; I think we got every last one of them," she said, still focused on the dead rogues. Watching her fight like that made me wonder how the fuck did the rogues overpower and kidnap her in the first place.

The beast that had taken everything from her. “Are you enjoying yourself?” Slate suddenly inquired as he sat down beside her at the banquet. Her left brow shot upwards as she tore off her gaze towards Denver and gave it to him instead. She just rolled her eyes at him and looked at the battle unfolding in front of her eyes. She almost shouted ‘yes!’ when Brion gave a powerful punch to Denver. Then, he threw another kick into his stomach. She smirked. “You are being heartless, Seline.” Slate suddenly interrupted her thoughts.

Valeria was a kingdom of breathtaking splendor-a land of rolling emerald hills, sparkling rivers, and a towering castle that pierced the sky like a shard of silver. It was also a kingdom ruled by fear and whispers, much of it attributed to its sharp-tongued, unrelenting, and ruthlessly ambitious princess, Lady Daphne Vasquez.

She smacked both of her lips and looked at him in dissatisfaction. She wore this sexy lingerie for him, but he also hadn’t taken a look at her, noticeably not wanting to look at her. On the other hand, Vailan wanted to make love with her however he felt that the beast’s appearance might not be just as simple as it seems, so he just worked out of instinct. “The beast’s appearance might not be as simple as I may think. I didn’t want to spoil the mood but ever since seeing that beast, I feel like I’d have nightmares if I don’t calm my nerves.”

"My lord, I know my body and my loyalty are far superior to Zafira Nightvale's!" Vickon's gold eyes instantly turned to pure, murderous ice. The air in the hearth hall dropped to a freezing chill. Vaenya's palms were slick with nervous sweat, but she had already bared her throat—there was no retreating now. "If your beast is willing to claim and support a disgraced she-wolf like Zafira, why not me? I promise my pussy will submit to your knot far better than hers ever could."

Although they were ordered to stop her, she felt that they wanted to kill her, after a year in this castle, she made a lot of enemies, and because of that, she was. That made her beast angry, knowing she never hurt anyone, only trying to help, but jealousy that she was protected from the king, made them more buttered. When they attacked her, she still tried to fight in human form, but there was no use, they wanted her dead. Her beast wanted to protect her, but she was badly injured, and Draven’s orders, stopped them, just for a moment, because her beast felt him and got out on the surface. She gained powerful strength, and they all were on the ground in a second, but most of them were dead,

She looked at Maridelle. Maridelle reciprocated her smile, but smiling even better than her. “Game. Let’s do it.” They are full of excited anticipation. Hodor is sitting on his throne; Vamoire is on his right and the inseparable Jek and Viller found a corner to embrace. Whilst Maridelle sat on the foot of his throne, she filled herself with thougths of what she could possibly do the beings she is going to feed with her blood. All of her imagination is pure evil, leaving no space for kindness. She desired for something unbeatable and could cause real terror as she plays with a newly whetted dagger on her hand.

The laugh grew, echoing maniacal. "I can see! I can see!" She spun back, laughing loud, head thrown back. A dangerous smile split her face—sharp, fanged almost, eyes gleaming with feral joy. She turned to me, that smile promising chaos. "You want to know how to defeat Vuk?" she purred, stepping closer. "I will tell you..." The hunger in me roared. This was it. My villainess, born from blood and demon eyes. Together, we'd devour the North.

Yet others spoke of nightmares, of walls slick with blood, of a roar that froze their souls. When Zara’s name was called, she stepped into the center, cloak brushing the cracked marble. Her heart hammered, but her voice held. “I saw Maxim Vale become what our ancestors feared,” she said. Gasps rippled through the room. “I also saw him fight it. He could have drowned in that rage and taken us all with him. Instead, he reached for me. He chose to come back.” She turned, meeting each pair of skeptical eyes. “The Beast is not a weapon. It is a wound. And wounds can heal if we let them.”

An identity was long forgotten of an immortal entity. She flew right over to the bed. Her legs were apart and so were her hands. My beast caught sight of her underwear. Glistening bright red. My eyes changed colours to match that. " How dare you try seducing me with that face! " A mere call girl, with my Sherizad's face. A preposterous crime. She looked at my hand as it twisted out of shape. The beast was taking over. My claws bared. My shoulders puffed up and so did my hair. I snarled to flash my fangs as she backed up with her hands on the bed.