Trollhunters Villain Novels & Stories

All that she went through, All those moments in which she laughed and cried, ..Just a dream. She tries to combat the seething avalanche of tears that have been building up: "What do I expect?" Her story.. It was a tale of a villainess, overall. Villains don't have happy endings. An emotional exhaustion overwhelms her. Her throat holds back something between a sob and a shout. Then suddenly, she feels something sharp pressed against her leg, under the white sheets. When she reaches under to grab the item, her eyes widen.

It is advised to retreat and flee immediately! "What?" Keagan muttered to himself, his confusion growing. The screen continued to bombard him with flashing text, saturating his vision with its rapid display. Villain Report: Name: Unknown Alias: Duskbringer Classification: Infamous Villain Description: Duskbringer is an Infamous Villain known for their sinister skills, shadowy maneuvers, and menacing presence. This enigmatic figure operates in the shadows, striking fear into the hearts of both heroes and civilians alike. With their calculated approach and unique abilities, Duskbringer has become a significant threat within the city.

Kian hissed in anger and tried to intimidate the once meek lady but surprisingly, she remained unfazed. "Too early for you to decide, noh? If not me, then who?" "...." "Johann, the crown prince? he's a psychopath just like his mother. The son of Duke Pariata? He's a jerk who's only fond of chasing ladies. Son of Duke Winston, we all know how much of a greed he is, right?" "..." "I know it won't be easy to earn your trust but I'll tell you this..." "....."

“Trolls! Welcome our latest victims—did I say victims? I meant members!” Laughter erupted from the crowd. Raven raised a hand and the laughter dissolved. “I need a volunteer to wrestle them,” she continued. “Let’s see how fast their bones snap!” A troll stepped forward. He was massive—twice my height, thick with muscle, his skin the color of wet clay. “I’ll break them in two!” he bellowed, slamming a keg to the ground. The crowd cheered louder. I stepped forward. They laughed harder. “She’s serious?” one jeered.

She is finally dead. “We’ve gotten rid of the bitch,” Dmitri and the others celebrated, and I just stood there. I guess we all misunderstood her. I’m happy we gave her the death she wanted. Moon Goddess, however, is the villain; she is the one ruining the wolves and causing unnecessary wars that are claiming innocents. “You don’t seem happy,” Damien said, standing beside me. I turned to him, looking at the blood on his cheeks, and I smiled. “We will talk about that later,” I said, and he nodded his head.

It was a clear signal: the Vale Media Group protected its own. "The identities of these wolves were unmasked with the full cooperation of the authorities. We reported the harassment the moment it began. Anti-fans, the Vale Group is waiting for your next move." It was a declaration of war. With the police involved, the trolls who had threatened me vanished into the shadows instantly. Good. Connor stood in his office, eyes fixed on the broadcast. A cold, satisfied smile touched his lips. The people who had hunted Ava, the ones doing it now, and the ones planning to start... did they really think they had a chance?

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

Fucking traitors, the lot of them. That disgusting piece of shit, Viktor, scheming to butcher everyone at Mila's birthday celebration. His own niece, damn him. His unquenchable thirst for control, his perverted craving for domination, his utter void of morals – he was no better than a rabid animal, and even that was giving him too much credit. My gaze locked on Ollie. "Keep monitoring that feed. If anything significant comes up, get Roman on it. Don't miss a beat, alright?"

He was fast, I had to admit, but I was faster, and soon he gave up running as he knew I would catch up. "Traitor!" he cursed at me. "I am the traitor, but you stand there, cold-blooded creatures, and watch as those girls are used." "You did the same, and that's their use; it is for the greater good, they are nothing but humans, another set of animals." "The greater good sounds like what the villain always says, don't you think?" "He would kill you for this." "He would not know about this; who is there to tell him?" "You can't hide amongst us forever; he would find out one day."

"The normal pack members all seemed to be saying the same thing about the issue so I had to infiltrate the pack house, it took a lot of energy mimicking the appearance of a sentry, hypnotizing them into talking and wiping their memory thereafter." "Wow! No wonder you look exhausted. Thanks for going to such lengths for me." "It's okay Ryder, that's what friends are for." "So what did you find out?" "Are you sure you want to hear it?" Evena asked. "I am sure. Tell me." "Lily wasn't bullied, she would provoke Ava to anger so many times, when Ava retaliated she would act innocent thereby poisoning Jax's mind against Ava. On the day of the attack, the cook who overhead their argument and raised