Villain Card Novels & Stories

My voice was above a whisper, barely audible. “Sucks. You wanna do this? We can run back. Although I think you will find Blood Wraith next time instead of Black Dread.” He said, forcing my mind into a kind of loop. “Blood Wraith?” What the hell was that? “A red card they give to people they hate! You don’t want to get that card.” He was right. I had no idea what it even looked like, but its name was enough for me to think twice about my next step.

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

"So, Alpha, how does it feel to meet your demise? Your reign ends here." Rowland, though weakened and bloodied, met his gaze with unwavering resolve. "You underestimate the strength of unity and loyalty. Our pack will prevail, even in the face of darkness." The second villain, a cunning wolf with piercing yellow eyes, cackled menacingly. "Unity? Loyalty? Such feeble ideals. We will crush your pack and make you witness its downfall." As they closed in for the final assault, a surge of power surged through me, transforming my stance. My eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity, and my voice dripped with an eerie calmness. "You will not lay a paw on him. Not while I draw breath."

“...Virtue Financial cards…yes…but Mine…no…You both were the 14th and 15th person that got that business card…here on the island…or even at any Virtue Financial..showing that will give you the access and high class treatment…remember that, also don’t lose the card okay...” Both of them stunned as they looked at My personal business card on their hand, it was just a simple iron card with a Matte black colour and in the middle of it, were the Logo of Virtue Financial and on the bottom of it etched my name and position in the company with a silver finish. I designed the card so that all the Virtue Financial employee on the service sections knows that anyone that hold the card, also, secretly it

Men shouting. The villain standing in the doorway of reality itself, holding something glowing in his hand. Something pulsing. Something alive. Maeve’s stomach dropped. “That’s not possible,” she whispered. The villain smiled slowly. “It wasn’t.” He lifted the object higher. A shard. But not gold. Not black. Crimson. Cade stiffened beside her. “That’s the core,” he said quietly. The villain’s grin widened. “And if I break it…” The void trembled violently.

Isadora shook her head slowly. “I…Ican’t…” Gianna stood. “Oh, baby.” She grabbed her chin. Hard. “You already did.” Valentina tapped the deck. “Pick a fucking card, Number Four.” Sofia whispered. “Let the game begin.” ** Valentina licked her thumb and flipped the first card off the top of the leather-bound deck, her red nails gleaming under the dimmed chandelier. The card fell flat onto the table. Black. Isadora’s stomach dropped. Valentina grinned, slow and cruel.

William disclosed. "Just because I am not your son, does that means you should hate me that much?" Bryce shuddered. "Look, I don't have time for you" he pointed to his guard, "Finish him" he hissed ordered and left the scenario laughing darkly. The third part was very brief, it showed Mike bargaining a deal with the underworld don, if though his face was blurred si they couldn't even catch a hint of who he was but Mike face was clearly seen.

"Not if we play the cards nicely." Shantal insinuated with a lopsided grin. "What are you sniggering about? This is no time to joke, Shantal and besides, what card exactly are we talking about?" "The victim card, I mean." "What are you planning." "Just trust me on this, cous."

Shit. I looked at my face in the mirror. I still flinch everytime I see these beautiful features. The appearance of this face is so damn beautiful. And I'm a fool who doesn't use Fuschia’s beauty properly. Too bad though. Even in my previous life, I couldn't get a face like this even though I go through plastic surgery many times. In this life, I am determined to use my beauty properly! Villainess is a beautiful and powerful character! I am the villainess in this story, no need to act kind!

With an ugly, twisted scowl on his face, he bends his body back down to pick up the iron card and hands it to my fingers reluctantly, while the crowd lets out low, mocking chuckles. He had just stretched out his shaking hand to give my fingers the crest card when David’s large glove suddenly seizes the metal token first. Confused by the theft, Tahlia turns his face toward the Warlord. David asserts, "Since the Vinqlo branch pack resents my name, my hand shall take back the crest card none of your skin wanted."