Villain Shoto Novels & Stories

"Greetings to all pack members, before I begin, I would like to call out Vero, Sam, Jennie and Hannah" The four girls stood up and walked out to stand on the podium facing the pack. "in fireblood pack, we punish prisoners by making them work in the mines or making them serve as concubines or servants to high ranking pack members. A few days ago, I brought back a female prisoner who was guilty of assaulting Lily, my little sister back from creekwood pack. This prisoner is under my jurisdiction and I have the right to punish her as I please. I am going to say this just this once, anybody who hurts Ava in this pack will be severely dealt with. I would assume that such a person wants to challeng

He later died in the book, even Jade had also had died before the end of the book and she was guessing it was an happy ending for the leads . ' oh so it was that guy , he's way better than that idíót fiance of mine , let's go see how he looks like ' she thought before leaving the principal's office . She preferred him over the male lead ,a million times . At least he wasn't an hypocrite. There's nothing anyone can tell her that would make her like that Lance. He was the one who turned Jade into a Villian. The moment she went out ,she was ambushed by Lilith who was growing impatient already .

All in all, it has been over five years, but we call each other and we have been living like that. Even though I try to keep myself low-key and erase the traces of the bastard in my life, no myth can change my mind about the fact that Theodore Andrews is the villain bound to threaten my existence. I wouldn't mind smashing his head on a rocky surface any day I mysteriously meet him. I will be glad to watch his downfall, but I will keep all that in my dream until karma decides to resurrect.

It amused her. Seeing Edmund in person felt almost surreal—like a character stepping right out of a story. He was undeniably attractive, the kind of effortlessly good-looking that reminded her of Tom Holland. Still just as irritating, though. She had always loved his character. He had that sharp wit and roguish charm, much like Kenji from the Shatter Me series. An easy smirk that always seemed to carry a hint of amusement, like he was in on some private joke. A part of her had to physically restrain herself from blurting out a request for an autograph. She might wake up from this miserable real dream soon. In a casket deep under six feet maybe.

shouted Windrich Cannon Bee within his incredibly panicked and frightened manners. “We’ve given you an opportunity to repent and have your own self-introspection. It’s you yourself who don’t appreciate that opportunity. Don’t blame us then... Sumi Darling... Can I... Can I just get rid of her?” Virando asked his gentle beautiful Sumi Darling before he really took out his seven gems power again to slay Janice Valeria Khoe.

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.

Calisto, somewhere in the obsidian fragment that has begun to follow me through the Hollow, hears me. The kill is not just mine. The kill is shared. Through the token in my hand, Calisto has felt the entire drain. She has fed off it from a distance the way an older sister steals food off the plate of a younger one. Vessa was right. The token is hers, and whatever I do with this body now — whatever I drain, whatever I siphon, whatever I take — she takes a portion. I open my fist and throw the token. I throw it hard. I throw it the way you throw a stone you do not want to be holding. The token sails twenty feet through the trench-current, hits the far wall, bounces off in slow motion the way l

Still, undeniably, him. I had followed his progress through the fragments of news that reached Ruen. He had fought three wars. Won all three. He had handled an assassination attempt within the palace by executing everyone involved — twelve people including one member of the imperial family — without changing his expression, according to the official report, which I believed entirely. His Aura cultivation had reportedly reached a stage that had no name in current texts because no one his age had reached it before. He was twenty now. I was seventeen. And then: the announcement.

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

“Master, I’m Shochiku. I was wronged. I didn’t collude with the foreign enemies. On the contrary, it was Third Senior who collaborated with Fifth Senior and the others and tried to murder me...” Before Shochiku could finish her words, Third Senior, Jill, immediately shouted, “Nonsense! You’ve committed such a heinous crime. Naturally, you won’t admit it. Don’t you quibble about it. A few of us have witnessed it with our own eyes. It’d be useless even if you were to lie till the sky falls down! You actually said that I wanted to harm you. Why did I want to harm you? B*tch, be obedient and accept your death!”