Trollhunters Villain Novels & Stories

Valor defended Hazel when Sush and Patterson played the recording then disclosed their suspicions of her. The commander insisted that the Deputy Chief Octopus had only ever remained loyal to the hunters and would be the last person to lie or betray them. Refusing to authorize an immediate freeze over her access to the headquarters files and confiscation of her weapons, Valor “suggested” they look further into the matter and find “more plausible leads”. Not even Patterson, who’d been in the commander’s good books, could say anything to change his mind.

It was the voice of Alex Voss — the powerful, controlled billionaire who had pulled her out of a life she'd been drowning in, who had used her as a stand-in for a woman who'd never actually died, who she'd let herself believe, against every piece of tactical training she owned, was the one uncomplicated, civilian anchor in a world otherwise made entirely of monsters. The realization arrived like a physical blow, a kinetic shockwave that blurred the edges of her vision and left her ears ringing faintly beneath the crackle of the dying fire. Alex Voss was Valentino. *The man who'd used her as a proxy was the same monster she'd been chasing through half the city for weeks.*

And two decades ago, someone paid them to wipe out the Vukari bloodline. It only took my wolf twenty-four hours to hunt down the traitor who funded the slaughter. He was an old ally—or so my family thought. I fastened heavy iron plates to his ankles and dropped him into the deepest trenches of the Ravenmere Coast. I never let his name enter my thoughts again. But it had taken twenty winters just to get a single sniff of the actual rogues who pulled the triggers. I had sworn a blood oath to end every last one of them. Only then would my family's spirits stop howling in the wind. Only then could I let a female share my nest.

All in all, it has been over five years, but we call each other and we have been living like that. Even though I try to keep myself low-key and erase the traces of the bastard in my life, no myth can change my mind about the fact that Theodore Andrews is the villain bound to threaten my existence. I wouldn't mind smashing his head on a rocky surface any day I mysteriously meet him. I will be glad to watch his downfall, but I will keep all that in my dream until karma decides to resurrect.

Will’s eyes strayed to the lone wolf on the forest floor. Talia. She was a young warrior and a fearless heart, she was one of the girls who defied the odds of gender stereotypes and fought hard even against the guys to earn her spot as a tracker. She was damn good at what she did too. Will moved till he stood over her body, the long silver spike still protruded from her heart and his wolf gagged, the smell of rotting blood was thick in the air. She didn’t deserve this. Sitting beside her, Will lifted his head to the sky and released a deep mournful howl, he failed to protect her as he should have.

He could continue to wield his power without worrying about ruining his prospects. That had changed after he graduated, though. Her research of him this past year had come up with a string of beautiful lovers who had warmed his bed. He rotated between them almost like he had a written schedule. None of them seemed to have his favor and if one attempted to ask for something more, he cut them off entirely. She remembered feeling disappointed when she learned about his love affairs. Something in her had thought this villain was different, but it seemed that wasn’t the case. Claiborne was a user, just like him.

There were humans on the plane! And of course, he was Valentin Volkov, the villain. He had been doing such outrageous things since past life. "It's Valentin Volkov. He wants me," I said to Orion who immediately turned to me, his realization seemed to be dawning on his surface. "He followed me here! He'll kill everyone aboard just to get to me." Orion's expression was murderous. "Let him try. I'll tear his heart out and feed it to him." "No," I said, a desperate plan forming in my mind. I glanced out the nearest window. We were over what looked like waterfalls, greenish grass and forests below. "There are innocent people in this plane. We can't fight with him here!"

Was this the beginning of true unity, or a fragile illusion that would shatter at the first betrayal? In the heart of the melee, I spotted him the traitor from Moonstone’s inner circle, a high-ranking elder named Thorne who had fed Vexar the corrupted moon-lilies for years. He fought alongside the shadow-tainted, his robes stained with the evidence of his deceit. “There!” I bellowed, pointing with a bloodied claw. “The serpent in our own nest!”

“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 soaked in them. How can someone be so positive? He thought in dismay. "You won't say but I hear you Alaya. I know what I did was wrong. I shouldn't have do it and let the matter take to court and should have waited until they punisher my father. But what i did I don't regret. Although it was wrong to do. And that all happened when I used to live in village. I ran away from there after that and came to Los Angeles. I grew up here as a orphan and completed my studies. And graduated in business management and after achieving several high degrees I got posted as a CEO in a company. Unluckily the owner of the company didn't had any son to who could inherit his company after his death. I ha