Villain Crossover Novels & Stories

I moved closer to him and unlocked the metal locking his mouth then returned back to my seat letting the silence settle. “Who sent you?” My smile disappeared. He remained silent. “Wrong answer.” I slammed the crowbar into his hand, making a hole in it. “Argh,” he screamed out, then blood began to trail down his battered hands. “You ready to talk?”Still quiet. No problem. I like them difficult. I moved beside the wall where he was tied and flicked the switch. Then the real show began. He began screaming as electricity traveled down his body. Increasing the voltage to its highest level, his screams increased, and his skin began to change colors.

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.

I leaned into his solid heat, resting my hands over his where they gripped my hips. "We are invincible," I whispered, the realization settling into my bones with the heavy, undeniable weight of a permanent truth. "Adrian Cross tried to use her voyeurism to burn this place down. And instead, she used it to make us immortal." "We are," Victor murmured, his breath hot against my ear, his lips pressing a slow, searing kiss to my temple. His dark eyes swept over the walls of the gallery, taking in the photographs of the ropes, the hands, and the profound, beautiful surrender that defined his empire. "Because we stopped apologizing for the shadows, Cassie. We just turned on the lights."

“Of course. There was no way you could have done all this on your own” Victor shrugged and lit a cigar. “What can I say? I have some big guns backing me” "Roman is a coward and you’re not so far behind," I growled, my jaw clenching tightly. "He sits in his villa miles away while he sends you to die in my hallway." "He won't be sitting miles away for long if we don't return with the girl," Victor barked, his voice turning incredibly sharp. His tone dropped into a fierce, venomous register as the standoff between us escalated.

I wondered why they had not been caught and realized with a chill that their victims had been small start-up companies. They were the rival company trying to steal Nate's project works. They were aiming higher this time. Weren't they afraid of being caught? But how were they able to lay their hands on such classified information? Could there be a mole secretly working with the rival corporation? The attack on Nate's business was not the only thing shocking me. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. How could Richard be so cruel? To think that I had considered him a friend. He knew what he had done yet he made me the head of the project. How did I miss seeing him for who he truly was?

he asked Ryder. "Ava said she overheard the werewolves talking about it, it seemed like they were looking for it and it was here." "Here? Who could have such skill to have it?" Evena asked. "Do you know what it is?" Ryder asked Evena. "It is a plant. But it isn't natural. It's created by cross breeding Werewolf babe and Deviled Lilacs." Evena answered.

He later sat in the ward with me but was busy with his laptop. “Thank you. We could have gone home instead of stressing you like this.” “I didn’t say I’m stressed. I’m doing my job.” I stayed quiet. I felt the urge to ask him how I ended up following the wrong person last night. Lucian Blackwood and the other man don’t even look alike. The news came on about an illegal gambling den with drugs and thugs, the same place we came from. My life keeps getting more dangerous. I munched on the chips I was served. Orion Kade didn’t look concerned in any way.

He had been the villain in his former wife’s life in the past. But you see, villains know how to cry too. Villains also know what regrets are. And villains also know how to let go. Just like how Hans Kenji Alvez quietly cried, whispering that he was letting go of his ex-wife, Xiellenna Mondregal-Alvez, while murmuring the word sorry.

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.

Pulling Koishi closer than before, leaning down over the nape of his neck, feeling his nose brushing against his shirt. "We have to get you back to the room before anyone notices this Master" pulling back and turning around taking Koishi wrist into his hand while others holding the teddy he snatched from the Villain. "Well, well, someone seems to be mad?" "I apologize for that, but master is not feeling well." Damian paused, gulping in response. The Villain just takes his step back, turning his gaze towards Koishi who's cheeks are turning red. Walking away, Koishi turn his head one last time, looking at the villain who was staring back at him. Right then, hearing a beep right above his head,