Villain Eri Novels & Stories

Not knowing that all of it was an evil plot. 'Euw... it’s disgusting when I remember that I used to have a nerve battle with Lady Eden for the Crown Princess’s position. If I knew what a jerk Hayden was, it might be better if I gave in to her,' But the rice has become porridge. 'Well, if I can't die in this world, should I just become a villainess as they claimed me to be? After all, it's not that hard to become a villainess,”

she admitted, "but I can tell you this much – I'm here to protect Elara. She's in grave danger." My brow furrowed. My mate, Elara, was already in a vulnerable state. I couldn't fathom any additional threats to her well-being. "Explain," I demanded. The girl took a deep breath, her shoulders tensing as if preparing for a difficult confession. "Elara's father, Mr. Rivers, was murdered," she began. "And there are those who believe that Elara holds the key to something precious, something dangerous. I'm here to ensure her safety."

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.

They had been sadistic egomaniacs. “Are you sad about your uncles?” She looked as if I’d pulled her out of her daze, then gave a sharp shake of her head. “I’m worried about you. What if Luca gets rid of more underbosses?” “He won’t get rid of me. Not unless I give him reason to, and I haven’t.” She nodded slowly, then her eyes widened again. “Kiara!” “Who?” “My cousin Kiara. She’s Ermano’s daughter. What about her and my aunt?”

“You are a compulsive liar, Eris. Not a single word out of your mouth can be trusted.” She lowers her eyes and whimpers. “I, Eris Neoma, accept your rejection, Damien Black, Beta of Black Shadow.” She falls forward from the chair, curling up in a ball on the floor as she cries in pain. Damien stares down at her before leaving the room. ‘Should we kill her?’ Dane asks through mindlink I shake my head. ‘What she is feeling, that won’t go away. Not for a long time. Let her leave.’

The universe really said expectations versus reality that all her expectations really went down the drain with her standards. She was given romance with the villain. The villain who is the devil she signed a contract with. The villain who is sleeping soundly on her chest right now. The villain named Navier. Now, dating the villain doesn’t seem so bad… or is it?

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

There were many things about King Akyran and Queen Ecaeris Monster Hunting academy that I hated – the food, the draughty rooms, the haughty dark elves, the mockery of the knights being amongst them – but the gauntlet easily topped that list. “You can do it, Daethie,” Valerian called out whilst exchanging a coin purse with Caraway. “She’s not going to do it,” he added to his twin. “Not even halfway.” “It’s beginning to rain,” Caraway tipped his golden head back and caught a raindrop on his tongue. His violet eyes had concave pupils like our father, something which Tarragon, Rue and Valerian hadn’t inherited in their human forms. “Makes things slippery. Two obstacles.”

"The girl is yours. Your cousin Rose has been his lover for as long as he has been your suitor. She does not love him. She loves being chosen. He never quite chose her. She is still in your palace as we speak. She is the second blade." He pauses. His mouth works. The fourth sentence costs him more than the other three. He spends a long second looking past me, at something I cannot see, gathering whatever a dead king gathers when he is trying to push a single sentence across a current he is not allowed to cross again. "And there is a ninth name on your mother's list. The one she could not say to you in Paria. Your uncle is its servant. Your consort is its servant. Even your cousin Rose is bei

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.