Villain Deku X Toga Mga Nobela at Kwento

he told me, his moss green eyes looking into my blue ones sincerely. I nodded slowly. I had to trust him. This was the first test of my faith in him, I suppose. I had to trust that he would get me out of here without anyone finding out and take me with him. The guy had the powers of a witch and a werewolf combined. If there's anyone who can pull this off, it's him. I frowned as I realised that he still hadn't told me what other interests he had. Why was he here if not to represent his pack?

But the image of Nova’s smug face and Katya’s condescending glare flashed in her mind. Moon-Touched Tier. She needed to get there. She opened her eyes, steel hardening the grey irises. She pushed herself out of his arms, swaying but standing on her own feet. “Again,” she said. Kael stood, a gleam of fierce pride igniting in his molten eyes. “That’s my villainess.”

A brief silence later, Tigre replied, “Young Master, there is nothing we can do about the past, and avoidance is not the answer. Plus, it was not your fault. Let’s go.” Yulian nodded. Accompanied by Tigre, he got into his car and drove toward Quintus Manor. At that moment, Jakoda was lounging on his couch, drinking ginger tea, in the living room of his villa. Behind him stood two men. One had a horse motif tattooed on his face and was dressed in a white shirt, while the other wore a black shirt and had a dragon motif tattooed on his face. They were Pegasus and Black Dragon, of the Quintus family’s zodiac fighters, and the strongest among them all.

“Of course, Rogue. Let us know how you want to play it, and we’ll work it out from there.” I poured us all a shot of tequila. “To us all, to alliances, to the future of the Valkyrie and the Henchmen,” I lifted my shot in a toast. “To us all,” they replied in tandem. “So, shall we swear some people in, Karma?” I stood, giving her a smile. “Let’s do it, boss,” she grinned. “Rogue; do you know who your new second will be?” “I do, Duchess.” “Want to announce your change of personnel too since most of your club is here?”

“And who are you two by the way?” Lady Vienna smiled, “Oh, we’re the monster couple-“ “I am Duke Raziel Valen Donovan, ruling the duchy of Xynnar,” Duke Raziel introduced, and grabbed Lady Vienna’s hands. “And this is my duchess, Lady Vienna “Estelle” Thaleia Xaviera, daughter of the duke Xaviera.”

Titan rolls his eyes. “You know my Duchess, Ada, told Gabby that I would do whatever it took to make you reject Gabby. I thought to myself, I won’t have to go too far. But you know, I think I might need to go too far,” Duke stands up and looks down at Titan. Duke closes his eyes preparing for what he is about to do. “Titan Estes, by command of The Werewolf Grand Duke, under the Authority of the Royal House, given to us by the goddess of the moon, I order you reject your mate and set her free from your torture.”

I inquire, emphasizing each word. “As I previously informed you, you’ll know soon. Before that, I’m a guidebook for you as the villainess.” “Villainess?” "Yes, I'm going to serve you from now on. You can say that I’m a guidebook for a villainess like you since you're getting your vengeance once more. Furthermore, you are in this location for a reason. You need to locate the individual they call the shadow monster.”

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.

Many of them had transitioned into renowned life coaches and had ventured into various business enterprises, particularly my foremost adversary, Kalixo Montenegro III. A lump formed in my throat. "I've long held suspicions about Kalixo's father. When someone approached me for a deal, I deduced it was his father. It instigated a perilous game, further complicating our predicament. This contest became a race to apprehend me, with the victor promised a reward. However, it was all a facade. Deokwa's mental faculties have deteriorated; he attempted self-administration of the new formula. His cognitive faculties are now profoundly distorted."

The first record and photograph I found of them was when the twins were in their prepubescent years and Bridgette was a toddler, around three or four years old. Third, based on the paintings and a few photographs he has, the late Duke of Ulrich had a feral appearance even when dressed as a nobleman. It’s not surprising given his occult background, but Jasper was the same, albeit more refined and posh. The duke is darker in complexion than his son. His was a reddish-brown color, which reminded me of clay soil or a red-bricked house. He does, however, have the same long, straight hair, high cheekbones, and dark eyes. They’re more alike than Jasper and his twin will ever be.