Villainess Turns The Hourglass Novels & Stories

She lost it immediately and I ran after her. But a lady stopped me so I punched her and flick my wand to her and perfect timing Hella hit her too. “You can have the brat.” She said and I ran to her. When I reached the room where she was her stare greeted me but I instantly cast a spell to make a barrier. At my last flick, it did hit her and her body turned into an hourglass. ‘I want to keep her,’ no one could turn her back but me. I went out and saw Hell sitting on the wrecked couch.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐭-𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐭 The liquid manifestation of the Heiress did not hold a stable shape. It rippled and tore like dark satin under a heavy wind, her amethyst-tinted visage stretched into jagged, geometric angles before snapping back into the cruel, youthful likeness of Helen Vance.

The sheer black tactical Kevlar she wore absorbed the warm nursery light, making her look like a completely untouchable shadow. "You are a pawn, Vivienne," Zara whispered smoothly, her velvet voice dripping with pure, psychological poison. "Elias Sterling doesn't share power with American socialites. He needed someone to test my Alpine security grid. If you pulled that trigger, the Valerius shadow guard would have slaughtered you before the shell casing even hit the floor. He sent you here to die." Vivienne's breath hitched in a sharp, terrified gasp. The absolute, undeniable truth of Zara's words completely shattered the heiress's mind. The delusion of becoming a billionaire queen vanished,

The vial reflected the light in the room, making the liquid appear even more enigmatic. “It wasn’t easy to make in two days, Your Majesty…” Her voice broke the silence with calculated firmness, each word enunciated with precision. There was a tone of pride in the way she spoke. “But as you reminded me of something very important that I was starting to forget about myself… I am a powerful enchantress.” Her words dripped with a pride that was almost venomous. With a swift and precise movement, Seraphina tossed the vial in my direction. My instinct acted faster than my mind; my reflexes caught the vial in midair before it could fall.

"What is that crybaby and clumsy girl up so late at night?" Since he was the only person who could enter any place in his jurisdiction without asking for anyone's permission at his palace, Viishaun had entered the hourglass and found a lady wearing a see light fabric that envelopes her from shoulder to the ground. Beneath her thin robe, a body-fitted sleep gown perfectly captured the queen's hourglass body.

Villains didn’t fight tooth and nail just to be seen. Villains didn’t deserve everything they got. They took it. I forced my eyes open wider, studying the woman in the mirror. Her flawless eyeliner. Her peach-blushed cheekbones. The diamond choker glittering like tiny teeth against her throat. No. I wasn’t the villain. I’m a survivor.

That’s when she figured that Isabella wasn’t from here. “You must be from another time period.“ “What do you mean?” “The thing you messed with wasn’t an hourglass. It was a witching glass.” “A witching what?” “The thing you called an hourglass. I read about it in my mothers’ books. It's an hourglass that’s been enchanted to control time. This item allows a person to travel between the past, the present, and the future.” “So, am I in the past?” “Yes.” “What year is it?”

“And how many women did you destroy to climb this empire? You think putting me on a flash drive for a courtroom makes you noble?” Dorian’s jaw flexed, but he said nothing. Vivienne stood slowly. “The Handler didn’t just take girls,” she said. “He gave them purpose. It was twisted. It was wrong. But at least it was honest.” Penelope spoke at last. “He branded you.” Vivienne’s hand lifted to the base of her neck. Her collar was open now beneath it, a small tattoo burned red under the LED light. An hourglass, inverted. The symbol of Velvet’s inner circle.

She glanced around like a thief, pulled a small porcelain vial from her pocket, and with trembling hands, dusted a fine, invisible powder over the velvet box. *Serena Blackwood, you are the Goddess’s greatest headache! You arrive at the palace and immediately force me to frame a high-ranking Pack official!* *Too much adrenaline!* Willow turned to Faye, her voice urgent but hushed. "I’m fainting too. Scream for the guards!" Then, she slumped to the floor. "Guards! Help! Assassins! The Lady Serena has been poisoned!" *** **The Luna Queen’s Chambers** Luna Queen Eleanor was pacing, her aura radiating a terrifying, suffocating pressure.