Novel & Cerita Villainess Is A Marionette

I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain. 一 What are you still doing in front of me? 一 I asked and started to leave, but the girl brutally pulled my arm. 一 You attract attention wherever you walk 一 She uttered the words with hatred and squeezed my arm 一 You're going to lose everything 一 She threatened almost spitting and then I smiled evil. 一 Who do you think you are to threaten me? 一 I asked pulling my arm with all my strength. 一 Your worst nightmare 一 He said with hesitation in his voice.

Was this what it pays to be an Alpha'? My father never told me everything I needed to know. He kept hiding secrets from me telling me that the Moon Goddess requests for their sacrifices. But I had enough. No explanation could fill in the void in my heart. This, I felt, was how Villains were born. Suddenly, I began to feel my head ache seriously. I guess I was pretty tired from a rough day. It worsened. My whole body hurt as well. Lily wasn't here to treat me. I was alone.

She had lived her life as an ordinary but powerful werewolf, her powers lying dormant within her, waiting to be awakened. Now, faced with the daunting task of confronting Guinevere and her powerful coven, Marisol couldn't help but question her abilities and worth. Was she truly capable of fulfilling the prophecy and leading Redwood to victory, or was she merely a pawn in a larger game she could only hope to understand?

she rasped, her voice laced with a dangerous edge. The name, a powerful entity in the infernal hierarchy, caused Andro to falter for a brief, but crucial moment. He glanced at Elena, a flicker of unease crossing his demonic features. That moment of hesitation was his undoing. With a silent flick of her wrist, Elena unleashed a torrent of shimmering energy. "Marionette!" she chanted, the word resonating with power. Wispy, translucent strings materialized from thin air, slithering towards Andro like deadly serpents. They coiled around his thrashing form, binding him tightly with an invisible grip.

"Mara did not put wolfbane in the ceremony." Vivienne's jaw tightened. "Mara did not make Silas disappear." Another step closer. "And Mara did not beat children with a ruling cane." Selene flinched. I hated doing that. I hated that she was standing there while everything she had believed about herself collapsed. But I would not soften this into something it wasn't. Vivienne pointed toward Mara. "She has poisoned this territory against Selene." "No." Selene finally spoke. Her voice was quiet. "She didn't." Everyone turned toward her. Selene stared at her mother. "I did that myself."

“Instead of them thinking you’ve been kidnapped, they’ll now believe you’re the villain!” What? What is she even talking about? Kidnap? Villain? This is insane. She’s been spouting off about her master plan, throwing around words like "kidnap" and "villain" as if we're in some kind of crime fiction. Her wild eyes and manic grin make her look even more unhinged. My mind races, trying to make sense of her madness. Why is she doing this? What does she want from me?

"You have gained her trust. You have woven your way into her heart." Maris nodded slowly. "She believes everything I told her. She believes I am a grieving mother. She believes I am healing." "And now it is time. Time to complete what we started." Maris smiled, a cold, cruel smile. "Time to unravel everything she has built." I stared at the vision, my blood running cold. Maris was not a grieving mother. She was not a victim of the void. She was a weapon. A tool. A wolf who had been sent to destroy everything I had built.

However, the commander had mixed feelings in his eyes. I had worked with people for a long time. I wasn't a sixteen-year-old high schooler. I was a freaking thirty-one-year-old mature and accomplished woman inside the body of a skinny woman who might be in her late teens or early twenties. Aloisia was also young. How did she become a dark sorceress? This world was not kind to the dark magic practitioners. I guess every story needs a villain. But there wasn't just one villain. There were villains. My damn fate was connected to villains.

When they got to the dungeon though, things took a turn for the worse. The maid was still there, alright, but she was laying on the cold ground, her open eyes drained of life. Her wrist bearing a slit, a small puddle of blood on the floor and a shape razor in her other hand. Eli smiled, nothing about the sight in front of him pleasing, as he clenched and unclenched his fists, stepping closer to the cell that held the dead maid captive. Who was this strong adversary that the people feared more than him? Who exactly was this new enemy?

The ones from the fallen kingdom, the outcasts. The women in the cage are tied with special chains made for criminals that prohibits them from using their powers. Verdantes are the ones who made those chains that is why they have unlimited sources for that. They are also known for their blacksmith skills, making weapons that they sell but that is not enough for them so they end up selling women. They are that greedy. "Vivi," I said as I saw him flying up to me and settled on my shoulder. "The women! The enemies!" he said with his high-pitched voice while slightly flapping his wings. I pat his head and gently flick the little armor I made for him.