Villainous Black Novels & Stories

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

"Your Highness, can I talk to you for a moment?" Blaire turned her head and saw Evander, the Intelligence Commander of the Black Sun with a serious expression. Victoria was stunned by his appearance for a moment. His midnight blue hair was neatly brushed back with his undercut and his eyes glistened like the color of the ocean. She only noticed how attractive he is now that she has seen him up close. She excused herself from the rising number of people congratulating her and followed him.

"That must be a great sight to behold." "Yes it was! The man's back was widely open and not only did I see his stomach where food enters and leave, I also saw his heart. My sister! I saw his heart. It was lifeless. Honestly, it was not beating at all and it was black," Nnamaka said, she was not smiling again. "When I saw his black heart, I moved away from him. It would only take a very powerful evil diviner to have such a darkened heart." "Don't be offended by my curiosity. How do you know that he is a diviner?"

Then they concluded it might be because of her bloodline. The silver wolf, Vicious had an adult size. He was now a Devine Rank 2 which is quite fast. He was big and can change his size into big or small. Unlike his owner, Vicious was naughty. Soheila concluded because he had been playing with Little Black more often back then.

(Dark Magic Infinity) It was the strongest magic chant. "Oh, so you are using Infinity magic?" He could hear Viola's whisper illuminating through his ears. Now his teasing him? "חור שחור"(Black Hole) Alkhun had gathered up a large quantity of his mana in his right arm. Creating a large porthole, absorbing anything in its way. It is The Dark Magic Infinity's Black Hole. [What are we seeing right now?] The black hole started to build up, getting larger and larger. Swallowing everything in its way.

In the middle of the night, a figure dressed in all black sneaked to her room and lit an incense burner on her window sill. Ava slept and unknowingly inhaled the smoke. The contents of the incense was dried leaves of the Eternal chaos plant. THE GRAND FINALE OF THE GENERAL WEREWOLF MEETING.......... Today was the grand finale and conclusion of the general werewolf meeting. All the werewolves in the region were present. The whole place was packed full with people. Ryder went into his study to have a little quiet time before going out again to meet the crowd. "You look exhausted." someone said, he looked up to see Evena.

That's what they all believed. It was reasonable for them to think that way. A spoiled wealthy girl and a naive innocent one. Who was the villain? Apparently, no one was on my side. People believe what they want to believe, and I was the one who got their anger. That was that. They couldn't be changed. But I did hold some grievances. I was pissed not because everyone hated me, but because of Annika Summers, the girl with an innocent face I used to take as my best friend.

“You are so mean. You left without a trace and came back without a word.” Duh. I was the malicious villainess. The title said it all. “Willow.” “What?” I blurted. He leaned in, his dark eyes sparking with amusement. “Give me a kiss, and I’ll keep my mouth shut in front of your folks.” It did not make sense at all. I was shocked, to say the least. Even an honest guy like Maddox was pulling a Damian. I asked in confusion, “Maddox, are you secretly a masochist? Don’t tell me you developed a bond with me, your abuser?”

But the air changes when a new presence slides through the hall — silent, massive, impossible to ignore. A hush spreads behind my eyelids. I open them just in time to see him step out of the shadows. Tall. Broad shoulders draped in black. Eyes like forged silver — not warm, not cold. Just sharp enough to cut through bone. Damian Blackthorn. I’ve heard his name in whispers since I was a pup. Stories of a wolf who razed a whole border clan to the ground for daring to betray him. A king without mercy. But kings don’t come to filthy auctions for leftover daughters.