Villain Female Deku Novels & Stories

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.

The other called my bluff and stepped closer to me, eyeball to eyeball. “Tryna act cool now.” His hands flew towards my waist. I stopped him mid-motion, twisting his fingers. He yelped in response. How hard is it for these alley buffaloes to know I'm no longer a Cinderella? I'm a fucking Lisbeth Salander. I shoved him and sent him landing hard on the floor. “Come let me teach you a lesson.” The rest came at me. I dodged their attacks and, in three attacks from me, knocked them down.

"Ah.. what kind of nasty things that I will get through after this' She knows everything, even the stupid mystery that she is supposed to solve. The system is not helping which means it cannot lock any information in secret. Only the three-screen that she got from the first world and the two items can work. Other than that is useless and what's worst is that she can't upgrade her sense. If she tries to raise the stats then her sense will get even low. Well, that one is already off the chart. It's not like she can't taste, see, walk or feel textures of something. No, its non of them but pain. Yes, she can't feel excessive pain. Even if she cuts one of her fingers, she can just sew it back in

Deka continued, his voice rising, "she led us to war against innocent people. The Mighty Arrow Pack had done nothing. They were innocent. And we massacred them in their sleep. Women. Children. Everyone." He turned to Killian, and the look in his eyes was pure devastation. "I was so proud when you joined us that night. My nephew, barely sixteen, is fighting beside me for justice. For family. But it was all a lie. Your mother orchestrated everything. She murdered my wife and then made us commit genocide." Killian's vision blurred. He wasn't crying but his eyes were glistening red. He could feel something cracking inside him, tearing beyond repair. Deka straightened, and when he spoke again, hi

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.

Therefore, I assume that the people who went after Emily are not very important, as they seem to know very little about her. Thankfully. But that doesn’t mean I’ll spare their lives. I’ll find each one of them and give them the death however I desire. And I will make sure it’s painful as hell. Because. No one touches my woman. “You need to be careful, Zack. They- It’s alright darling, I’ll be fine,” I assure her. “Do you remember anyone of their name?” Keith asks again. “Um… yeah uh… Bryce,” she glances at me. “He’s brown hair and is super scary.”

The heat prickled on my skin. Kamari drew another arrow and aimed it at his heart. He stopped screaming the moment the weapon pierced him and he fell to the ground. Dead. “The coast is clear,” Halle said, blood on the side of her lips as she pulled back her claws. She was a shapeshifter. “For now,” Kamari stated, gesturing towards the throne. “You said you had an idea?” Right! I rushed over and knelt beside the throne. My hands studied the diamond combinations I had seen earlier.

] I felt a jolt of nausea as his mental gaze shifted toward me. [And then, Vanessa. Once your 'hero' is a cooling corpse, I will break your spirit and mark you right here on this floor. I’ll bind your soul so tightly to mine that you’ll forget you ever belonged to another. You are the crown jewel of this conquest.] [They think they’re so smart,] Lily hissed internally, her eyes darting to the High Council members seated nearby. [Matthew thinks he’s poisoning a few rivals. He doesn't realize I’ve laced the entire kitchen’s water supply with hemlock and silver dust. Every guard, every servant, every Alpha in this room will be vomiting blood by midnight. The rogue pack is waiting at the treelin

The frontrunner, by general consensus among both the servants and the candidates themselves, was the daughter of Duke Velmere of the northern provinces: Seraphina Velmere, twenty years old, Second Rank highest tier, Aura cultivation at an early but measurable stage, the kind of classical beauty that looked painted onto a surface rather than alive beneath it, with the controlled grace of someone who had been told since childhood that she was destined for exactly this. She was, I noted with the precision of someone doing an inventory I did not want to be doing, everything the selection was designed to find. I was watching from the outer gallery during the third-week garden social — the afterno

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.