Villainous Black の小説・ストーリー

He had a gold sash around his waist, with black characters on it. The man was handsome beyond measure, He's slim, muscular, with an almost perfectly symmetrical face. He had tousled dark hair, which was thick and lustrous. His eyes were a mesmerizing deep ocean blue, flecks of silvery light performed ballets throughout. His face was strong and defined, his features molded from granite. He had dark eyebrows, which sloped downwards in a serious expression. He radiated a feeling of danger, which made anyone weak in the knees out of fear.

Today, 22th is the day when a group scout appears after school. The strongest group in the whole country. "Black Viper" known as the cruellest group that will not take no as an answer and the only group that rules others completely as their guinea pigs. Their goal of ruthlessness is the trademark of the organization because of its psychopathic ruler or the said 'King'. There had been not a single group that can defeat their existence and it's all the fault of their unique way of fighting. In just one year, the black viper is the highest evolution of all from the others and took upon their thrones to become the only one in control. Their techniques became uncontrollably famous for the hardest

"So, Alpha, how does it feel to meet your demise? Your reign ends here." Rowland, though weakened and bloodied, met his gaze with unwavering resolve. "You underestimate the strength of unity and loyalty. Our pack will prevail, even in the face of darkness." The second villain, a cunning wolf with piercing yellow eyes, cackled menacingly. "Unity? Loyalty? Such feeble ideals. We will crush your pack and make you witness its downfall." As they closed in for the final assault, a surge of power surged through me, transforming my stance. My eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity, and my voice dripped with an eerie calmness. "You will not lay a paw on him. Not while I draw breath."

Although he's not the boss, his very position makes him a force to reckon with. Chidi "Alright that's enough. I won't sit here and listen to you talk trash about my pet . Black Ace is the best and ultimate weapon for this organization and so far she hasn't disappointed not even for once. Her mental state might be a bit unstable but she has managed to produce excellent results.

“He didn’t even retaliate. He’s just… waiting. Letting me move first. Like I’m a child playing chess with the devil.” Her voice trembled—but her face didn’t. She stood, walked over to the black coin sitting on the mantle—the one the Widowmaker returned after Viktor handed it to her. Valeria stared at it. The symbol of death. Bain Blackwood’s mark. She let out a shaky breath. “I’m not afraid of you.” But her pulse said otherwise.

Xareth’s voice cracked through the room like lightning splitting a tree. In one swift motion, he seized her by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs flailed mid-air, her fingers clawing desperately at his hand. “I warned you,” he growled, low and lethal. “If you dare meddle in my affairs again, or defy my rule, I’ll send you back to the Black Abyss.” The Black Abyss? Even through the pain clouding my thoughts, that phrase echoed in my mind. People say cruel things when they're angry, but that didn’t sound like a metaphor. That sounded like a place.

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

"It changes what we know. Not who we are." Victor watched us from across the room. His expression didn't change, but something flickered in his eyes. Recognition, maybe. Or envy. "You two really care about each other," he said. "That's sweet. Naive, but sweet." "Shut up," Lucien said. "Make me." Victor smiled. "I'm not the villain here, Mr. Black. I'm just the messenger. The villain is dead. Both of them. But their empire isn't. And someone is running it."

And framed in the shadowed hallway, tall and imposing in a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, stood Victor Black. His steel-gray eyes burned with dark, unmistakable hunger as they raked over her naked, thoroughly fucked body — spread legs, flushed skin, the glistening dildo still in her trembling hand, and the obscene wet spot beneath her. A low, dangerous chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Well, Miss Vale,” he said, voice velvet and steel. “It seems we need to have a conversation about your… dedication to service.”