Villain Crossover Novels & Stories

After a few more attempts, it almost breached Cee's barrier before the shadow abruptly vanished. "But that's not all; as I've already stated, you are much more than merely a member of this home, as I had previously assumed.” I suddenly realized that even though I'm not sure of the rest, we wanted to finish looking for the Wiccer's lost souls. I was supposed to be finding it as well, but Xander managed to discover the remainder. Only three components are missing. The animals lurking around and Xander's shakiness caused the search for those missing pieces to abruptly come to an end when Creed suddenly emerged in that way. Although he still needs to recover, he is already going too far.

“Jacob Cross was going to expose Damien’s early dealings—the ones that built that empire of his. Dirty money. Smuggling routes. When Jacob threatened to go public, Damien had him killed during that ‘botched robbery.’ Made it look clean. I have witnesses. Bank records. Everything.” My stomach churned, but I forced myself to breathe. “Why should I believe anything you say? You’ve been terrorizing us for months. Attacking my gallery. Sending people to assault me.” Crowe’s eyes flashed with rage. “Because Damien Cross destroyed my life first! He took everything from me—my business, my reputation, my freedom. Jacob was going to partner with me. We had plans. Damien couldn’t stand the threat to hi

’’ Val asked, innocently looking at everyone. ‘‘Something important.’’ Her dad said and wrapped his arm around her shoulders and led her towards their cars. They sat in cars and went towards their home, surrounded by guard's cars. Val talked about her work and staying in Russia to her family. Valencia De Von Cruz, the queen of the underworld and leader of 'Dark Knights'. she gained the mafia power 1 year ago, after five years of training and hard work. They reached home after 45 minutes, they stood at the door and gently pushed Val ahead. ‘‘Go on, open the door.’’ Asher said with a smile.

The system remained silent for a moment before a new text scrolled across my vision. `Villain name: Kaelen.` `Status: Illegitimate Prince of the Veridian Empire.` `Objective: Ensure his survival. His death might lead to you dying here, unable to return to your world. I gasp. Kaelen? Illegitimate prince of the Veridian Empire? I freaking know that name. So they weren't just random fantasy labels. How could I forget 'Blood Oath: Save the Villain', a ridiculously difficult otome game I had been obsessed with. The one where the "villain," Prince Kaelen, was a tortured, morally character who, if not guided correctly—never done that—would inevitably unleash a wave of destruction upon the kingdom,

He quietly thought that sometimes I thought that he disappeared, till I felt him running back and forth in my mind. “Maiden” I hear Villain calling out to me. “Yes Villain?” “Mate in trouble, we need to go help her.” “How do you know” “I can feel her and her wolf you idiot. I’m taking over now” Before I could say anything Villain came forward while pushing me back. Villain started running fast heading to the southside of the pack. I could feel how worried Villain was feeling, that I started feeling the same way I hope that they are both safe and no harm is done to them.

"When do we move on the target?" "Soon. I'm going to draw him out. But first, I want you to understand who we're dealing with." Damien pulls up photos on his tablet. "Richard Cross. Sixty-two. Former military, dishonorable discharge for violence. Prison record for child abuse. He's smart, resourceful, and has no conscience. He'll use any weakness, any opening. And he won't stop until he gets what he wants." "Which is?" "Me destroyed. My empire in ruins. And the woman I love dead or traumatized enough that I'm broken." Damien's voice is ice. "So when we catch him, there's no arrest. No capture. Just termination. Clean and permanent. Can you do that?"

The two vehicles moved on, speeding into opposite destinies. An hour and a half later, Nolan parked outside Damian Cross’s private island villa. The island had once belonged to Damian’s grandfather. After the Cross family finally located the boy and brought him home, Damian escaped here, refusing to live among the rest of them. To block him from inheriting anything, the second and third branches of the family spread vicious rumors, claiming he was monstrous, unstable, violent. Damian never denied a word. He simply let them talk. Ironically, the “unwanted” young man they tried so hard to erase later seized control of the entire Cross Empire. Everyone wanted to know how. Aria included.

Villix I was even degraded as the villain of their story when in fact, I am also a victim… But if they do want me to be one, why not give them what they want? Ciara is a closet killer, I bet almost everyone already knew that fact, but what no one knew was that she's also a closet psycho. Meanwhile, Killix was also didn't raised well, a brat who strived to save the woman who killed her mother. Of a thousand times I tried to be good for them, I got nothing good in return. Instead, what I have got is mere insult, betrayal, and death threats.

*** Danté set off to the university but he had mixed feelings now, for one Villa was a role model to him, a prestigious woman of the Cross and she was the best they had, he wanted to follow in her footsteps badly. Then her daughter... Would he disrespect her by killing Rebecca should she be a hybrid? That is if he could, Villa has vanished from the Cross but he know knows why, hunters have enemies, dangerous enemies, and a mother has taken up her role to protect her daughter from those enemies, Villa didn't go rogue, she became a mother. And judging by that grip... She tested him back there, Danté knows of humans in the Silver cross that had mixed genes with wolves and vampires to make them

Victor continued, “This isn’t just about politics. It’s about a syndicate—a shadow alliance that has funneled billions through fake charities, front corporations, and campaign manipulation. Cross was the golden boy. I created him. I funded him. I made him... and when I tried to dismantle what we built—he turned on me.” Adrian sat frozen. Victor’s voice dropped, haunted. “I thought I was protecting my son by keeping him out of it. But maybe I was wrong. Maybe Adrian has to finish what I started. Maybe the Kane name can still mean something other than power.” The screen went black. Leila whispered, “He tried to fix it.” Adrian rubbed his hands over his face, his breath shaky. “He wasn’t the vi