Villain Deku Au Novels & Stories

so Jeanne, Ritsuka, Mashu, Jack, Amanda Scratch, Oliver, Olivia, Roxy, Monty & I got on Oberon and headed back to the hideout. Back at the Friendly Strangers Hideout Karuji turned around and saw me on Oberon “guys Arnold is back” he shouted Funabi, Darkchromus, Sanazo & Matthias saw me on Oberon” my group and I jump off Oberon and he morph back to servant form “are you alright Oberon?” I asked him “yes I was a pretty dizzy” he said “it’s okay if you take a break its go for it” I said “thanks Arnold” said Oberon “Karuji any luck on the Mane Six, Sunset, Starlight & Bronyium?” I asked “they said that they got 45% of the Parastic Fault” he said “that’s good to hear” I said suddenly the hideout

"Please. My bestie's dating a literal wolf daddy, her grandma's been howling at the moon, and the hot, broody barista might bite me. I am thriving. This is my villain origin story." Christopher muttered, "You're not the villain, Debby." He was clearly upset about her barista joke. Nobody would be biting her other than him. "Let me dream!" she shouted. Tasha laughed so hard she nearly dropped her clutch. "You're impossible." "And you're dating a werewolf," Debby shot back, winking. "So who's really winning?" "Let's just go pack our stuff," Tasha grabbed her cousin and headed inside with Chris trailing behind them.

She could still hear the running feet of the students. Dika snorted, her defiance as sharp as her tongue. She was the only one who dared to talk back to Nyxoria and live to tell the tale, the only one who had stood by her side on her first day at the Arcane. Dika was a tall, striking young woman, standing at 5'9. Her deep, rich dark complexion complemented her dark hair, which was meticulously plaited into neat cornrows that flowed freely at the end of her ponytail, adding to her commanding presence. She wasn’t just Nyxoria’s best friend; she was her fiercest ally, the most skilled fighter in the Arcane, and a daughter of the A****n Queen herself.

"Those incidents occurred during an operational drill. This is a strategic trial. The situation is completely different." "She isn't going with you," Jakob growls. He takes another step forward, his massive chest rising and falling heavily. His Alpha aura begins to flare, a heavy wave of heat and damp pine rolling off his skin. "She made a deal with the Blue Moon Pack. We honor our deals." "You honor what you can defend," Uriel murmurs softly. He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't bulk up his posture. But the air around him drops ten degrees in a fraction of a second. A sharp, metallic chill spreads across the turf, biting into my skin right through my blazer.

He watched her the way one watches something unpredictable, something powerful enough to change everything with one wrong move. “You shouldn’t have done that,” the woman said. Her voice was calm again. Too calm. Aria didn’t look at her. “I already did.” The mark pulsed once, steady, like it agreed. The woman studied her carefully. “Do you understand what you’ve just taken on?” Aria exhaled slowly. “No.” A pause. “But I’m not giving it back.” Silence followed. The kind that meant something had been decided. The Alpha’s gaze shifted briefly to the creatures, then back to her.

After Aquila died, I’ve never been able to properly love again. Although, I had set my eyes on Khan. Khan had such power in his speech and mannerisms. We, the West pack, have conquered and dominated much, if not all, of the West, including the town, thanks to his leadership. I wondered if I had a chance with him. I have only spoken to him three times and they were all reports about hunts. If only we could have a proper conversation alone. I’ve witnessed him transform into a beautiful grey wolf and under the grace of the full moon, his fur glows. Khan in his normal man form, he was what I believed would be classified as perfect. I fancied him but something just kept me away from him. Aquila w

Ava chuckled, "I am not sure everybody will agree with you about that." "It's their loss then. I have only met you for a little while but I am sure that you are a nice person with a good heart." Dreya said as he stood up from his kneeling position. "I am also a freak too. Did you know that? A vampire-werewolf hybrid. I have always known that something was wrong with me." "No Ava, you aren't a freak. And I have seen a lot of freaks." Ava smiled at this, "Thanks. Do you know Evena?" she asked.

I was truly living the life of a side character, being treated that way by my own brothers. I picked up the pesticide bottle, twisted it open, and poured it straight into my mouth. "What are you doing?!" Charlie screamed in terror, his face turning deathly pale. Even the usually composed Lucas panicked at that moment. "Are you insane? Did you really drink it?" My consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and I thought, 'What's so insane about it?' The original character in that world, Maddison Sherman, was just a villainous side character doomed to die sooner or later anyway. I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead.

But my expression shifted instantly into a cold, dangerous glare. “I am still the daughter of Vladimir Devali — and who are you?” I asked, stepping closer. “Just another elite guard, nothing more.” Before she could answer, I kicked her square in the jaw. She stumbled backward and fell onto the sofa, clutching her now‑crooked nose. “Speak to me with disrespect one more time, and I will feed you to the sharks.” I pulled a dagger from behind my back and drove it hard into the cushion right beside her thigh. She screamed as the blade sank deep into the fabric. None of the other guards dared move — they were clearly terrified.

Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of. Maybe she was the person who had been standing between Amara and the truth all along. Protecting her. Even when Amara didn't understand why. Outside, footsteps disappeared into the rain. And somewhere far away, a phone screen lit up. A message appeared. SHE KNOWS HE'S ALIVE. A second message followed. MOVE TO THE NEXT PLAN. And beneath it was a photograph. Daniel Quinn. Alive. Older. Standing beside a window. Waiting. END OF ARC ONE