Villain And Saint Novels & Stories

I was never going to feel sorry for anyone, especially not a wicked Villain like me. "Hahahaha… Damien! Look at you. All grown up. Ready to be an Alpha. What were you thinking? That you would run somewhere, away from your pack? Away from your responsibility? Tell me, who's the villain here? Haha" I remained silent. All I could hear in my head was the truth that came out from his mouth. "Listen up, kid," he wheezed, "you can't dodge these dark truths. Embrace them, live with 'em. Those sacrifices, all for you, Damien. Can't you see? Think your wolf's some Moon Goddess present?"

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.

Once she realized I knew, she dropped the act. "Let me explain. Julian has cancer, and this was his dying wish. We've known each other for so many years, and I couldn't just let him die with regrets. You understand that, don't you?" She kept getting more confident and righteous, as if she were doing something noble. I'd be a complete asshole for not understanding. I almost laughed out loud in disbelief. It was the first time I'd heard someone describe cheating as noble and virtuous. I said coldly, "Winona, I never realized you were such a saint. You're willing to offer yourself up just to fulfill someone's wish? So, if any random person asked you to sleep with them, you'd do that too?"

That phase didn't just mark his death but also gave birth to an avatar of Lucas that was invincible, that was fearsome, cold and ruthless. All life, Lucas had just two friends. One was Owen, who held the position of Lycan Knight and the other one was his wolf, Saint. It wasn't difficult to subdue Owen but it was very rough and tough to defeat Saint. As Saint was born within him, he also had developed qualities that had become roots of Lucas. So, it was like Saint and Lucas were enemy friends who would time and again fall for a squabble. They both were REBELLIOUS who would just not stoop low. They would be at loggerheads for most of the time especially after Lucas would keep pushing the topic

that explains all those auras and that bloodlust that she can control so well. And can he talk to Deus because he is his father? "I can only tell you one thing, sis, I may be badass, scary as fuck and all but we can't defeat Abby Viper. She has Deus' blood. Only Saint can defeat her." Abby Viper...and Deus is a powerful daughter and father relationship. And only Saint can stop him. No matter what Savienna says, only one thing comes to my mind. Saint is living with a snake. That explains their surname...' Viper' a very poisonous snake.

Hayden, Raymon, and Sarah, and now added a mad alchemist. In this position, it is not impossible if I am written as the villainess who destroys a kingdom, in order to increase the popularity of the main characters. As if I was an obstacle that they need to face together for a happy ending. Wasn't that my role in this world from the start? What if those three bastards got a boost as the main character in this world to beat me? Whereas my defeat meant the death of many people. At that moment, the faces of many people who supported me were milling about in my mind.

The Villain I woke up with a crick in my neck and an attitude. I slept horribly last night and it was partially because of the news of my new mate, my confrontation with Maya and then explaining why Maya was moping around more than usual to Garret and a falsely sympathetic Gia.

I know I can't earn people's trust with just mere words. I straightened my shoulder and looked at them with a smirk. Yes, that's it. Watch me carefully and be astonished on how a pathetic abandoned princess named Victoria carried out the worst revenge Kristania Empire has yet to see.

The other called my bluff and stepped closer to me, eyeball to eyeball. “Tryna act cool now.” His hands flew towards my waist. I stopped him mid-motion, twisting his fingers. He yelped in response. How hard is it for these alley buffaloes to know I'm no longer a Cinderella? I'm a fucking Lisbeth Salander. I shoved him and sent him landing hard on the floor. “Come let me teach you a lesson.” The rest came at me. I dodged their attacks and, in three attacks from me, knocked them down.

“You have spirit. Just like your brother. He thought he could dance between fire too. But in the end, fire always wins.” Terror coils in my stomach, but I don’t look away. “You killed him.” Vincent’s eyes glint. “And Saint let me.” The words land like a gunshot. Before I can speak, the door slams open again. Saint. His eyes find Vincent first, then me, then the photo trembling in my hands. His face is carved from stone, but his eyes burn with something feral. “Get away from her,” he growls. Vincent’s smile widens. “Ah. My son. Always too late.”