Thomas Villain Novels & Stories

Most of the Vanguard warriors were fiercely, blindly loyal to Kaelen. But there was one—a bitter, low-level night sentry named Thomas who had been publicly demoted twice for massive gambling debts. He was desperate, hungry, and easily bought. I navigated the pitch-black corridors until I found him leaning lazily against the back iron gate, picking dirt out from under his fingernails with a dagger. "Sentry Thomas," I whispered, stepping out of the absolute darkness just enough for the torchlight to illuminate my face. The guard instantly stiffened, his hand flying to the heavy iron baton at his hip.

“That I help him become alpha. If I don't, he will expose me. I'm scared, Damon. Thomas Asante is a very dangerous person, and he will stop at nothing until he gets his wish.” “Thomas Asante, that's his real name?.” “Thomas used to be a very strong supporter of my alpha. The alpha did no wrong in his eyes.” “He is evil; he means no good for the pack,” Damon said. He thought of telling Tom that he too had an encounter with Tudd, but he didn't wanna tell him about what he had done with Emily. “We will find a way to stop him; we will not let him win,” he said, sounding confident.

“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.

Thomas says from the side of me as Damien growls looking at him. “Ah yes, Dr Brenden. How nice to see you again even if you are a traitor,” Thomas growls, as do I, Sandra and Sirus. Damien raises an eyebrow, and I want to knock him out. “Traitor, you call me a traitor. What about you being a traitor to the mate bond? You used Marissa as a personal blood bank for your pack and for Jessica. You nearly killed Marissa and her pup when you rejected her. But you call me a fucking traitor because I saved her and got her out of that hellhole. So if that makes me a traitor, then that is what I am. You never loved her. Only what she could do for you,” Thomas spat at him. His words like molten lava and

“Okay… so what’s the plan?” “Here’s the deal,” he said. “Thomas isn’t far from here. He’s hiding out close by, and right now he’s working hard to turn everyone against you… he's trying to paint you as the bad guy in everyone's face… especially now that he’s got the boy.” “That’s nonsense!” I snapped. “He’d never trash my name like that. I’m still his son. I carry his name.” He gave a small shrug. “I know you want to believe that, boss, but we can’t be sure anymore. The man’s lost it. He doesn’t care about anything except getting what he thinks he’s owed. In his head, you stole his family from him.”

“The Dominican Republic is a small piece, but it’s a useful one. We have our men there. I’ll make sure they know about Marcellus’ little scheme.” “And then?” Keith asks, his tone curious. “And then we let him walk into his trap,” I say, a cold smile forming on my lips. Keith nods, clearly satisfied with my plan. I turn back to Nate. “Shut it off. We’ve heard enough.” Nate clicks a few buttons and the screen goes dark. The room feels quieter now. Keith looks at me. “Ally with other mafias?” he says, shaking his head. “Does he really think they will trust him?”

Thomas sobs. Dominicus studies his sniveling form for a long moment before straightening. "Pathetic," he spits out the word with great disgust. "A true wolf would have chosen death over dishonor. But you... you sold your soul," Dom looks at Thomas's young-looking skin, "for vanity, and false power." The disgust in his voice is mirrored in every Amadeus wolf's face. As one, everyone judges him. Thomas’ face alternates between different shades- one second pale, another flushed an ugly red- as his expression morphs from shame to guilt, to indignation.

“You would suffer the same fate with me, even worse.” Liam felt life seep out of him. Ruben would never let him off even with the family’s intervention but he might suffer an easy death with Ruben, this man before him was just as terrifying or even worse. He scrambled atop his feet and ran off, never looking back. “It seems it’s time to return home.” The black clothed man said, straightening his back. He is the infamous boss of the urchins and also Ruben’s personal assistant, Thomas.

at bay. ​"You look like you've seen a ghost, Aara," Thomas said, his voice raspy but clear. ​"I thought I had lost you to the Archive, Papa," I whispered, kneeling at his feet. "I thought the contract had cost me everything." ​Thomas placed a hand on my head, his touch warm and real. "The contract was just the ink, Aara. The story was always yours. Damian didn't steal your legacy; he gave it a vault where it could survive the winter. Can you forgive a man for being a villain when the role was the only thing that kept us alive?"

“Okay. You have our word.” “When I was 17, my pack was attacked by vampires. I ran to the borders and Lyle found me. He had promised me safe passage out of the packlands if I promised to help him when the time came. I agreed, not knowing that he was the vampire who orchestrated the attack on my family. He dumped me at the borders here and Alpha John took me in. I kept to myself, but I lived in fear of when Lyle would call on me. Then I met Val, and everything changed. Now I had a mate and something else to live for. I tried to refuse Lyle when he found me again, but he threatened her. I can’t risk losing her, so I’ve been doing what I can to protect her. Including feeding him information and