Villain Izuku Novels & Stories

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?

The children, in turn, mirrored the love with eyes that sparkled with adoration for the two figures who guided them through the labyrinth of life. The eldest, Zado, develops the habit of protecting his siblings all the while maintaining a childish voice. An alpha with a mind of artistry in his early years. Zufri, the omega son, became chivalrous and wanted to be a soldier when he grew up asking his father to give him his own platoon! Liam as of this moment still self-debating whether his son meant it or not.

POV: ISLA I'd thought taking down Dante was hard. Luca was worse. Smarter. More careful. More vicious. But I was better too. Years of running Vale Systems, of staying sharp, of keeping my skills current. I wasn't the broken girl who'd fled her marriage anymore. I was Dr. Isla Vale. Tech CEO and Elite hacker. And I was going to destroy the man threatening my family. We set up a command center in the safe house basement.

Some people even photoshopped funeral portraits of her and mailed them to her house. And after everything she’d done, she had pushed herself all the way to the bottom of public opinion. There was nowhere left for her to hide. “Damn, her progress just got wiped to zero. The system has to be furious.” “Is it going to unbind from her? She’s vicious, but honestly kind of dumb.” “One binding per world, right? I’ve never seen what happens when the mission fails.” “Don’t do this, man. This livestream is the only thing getting me through my boring life.”

I stumbled into the path of a fucking villain. Well, calling it a squad back then was generous. It was just Regis and a silent Class A Beta who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else in the world. I remembered crawling through the high itchy grass, bruised and bleeding, only to look up and see Regis leaning against a thick oak tree, a wicked, lazy smirk on his face. He didn't help me. Of course he didn't. Why would he? He was Regis Nightshade— a bastard, dirtier than the devil himself, who cared about nothing and no one.

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

He instructed Izak to leave, and added, “I’ll call for Eskal when we’re finished.” I blinked back tears as the meaning of his words settled over me. Izak was a werewolf, and while he could understand a vampire’s need for blood it would still make him uncomfortable to witness the aftermath. I steeled my resolve, the only goal was to maintain the alliance and keep Darrien safe, everything else was inconsequential.

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

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.

she says sympathetically, wrapping her arm around me and guiding me into what smells like the packhouse. “Thank you,” I sniff as I try to hold it together. Just as we approach the stairs I see two auras approaching, one I recognise as belonging to Beta Vitali, the other belonging to I’m not sure who. “Hey, Yildiz! Visiting us again huh, we must be special,” he gloats. “I won’t deny that Invictus is a very special pack.” “You hear that, Calix? And she can’t lie, so you know she’s telling the truth,” he says proudly as he nudges the person next to him.