Villainous Black Novels & Stories

He was a failed weapon they experimented from before. In order to activate his black mana, his body must be in an exhausted state! But in good condition where no wounds even a scratch! And in fact, he could not increase his Combat Experience when using this ability. And because Yman had a weak physical body at the moment, he could not handle much longer his black mana and could only use it for a few seconds.

I ended it there because it’s Evander’s turn to speak. “Sometimes, the hardest battle to fight with, is our dark experiences. Sometimes, the loudest noise that we can hear is the chaos inside our head because we continuously hear those bad voices inside our head and sometimes, the worst villain we can encounter is ourselves. We are all fighting a silent battle – some might be tolerable but some might be severe” he stated. Now it’s my turn again.

{System Booting… 3% 45% 79% 100% Welcome to The 'Villainess Justice System'} A robotic voice thundered loudly across the area, announcing its presence. "Nnngh...Shut it….Shut it now!" The once stark figure from which the dark energy was absorbed from, seemed to have life as it yelled in a domineering tone with its gaze on the white floor. "Noisy." It muttered. Resulting from dark matter being taken away from it, the figure now appeared to be a woman. She possessed long dark, flowing hair with the top part tied into a bun with a blue feathered ribbon. Holding a sword dripping with fresh blood, her whole body was also drenched in another person's blood, possibly a victim as her body harboured

At that point, I start to consider these underdogs in the battles they have been having with Celius. “You don't interfere with our work; you're just a little trader,” I say. By the time those two assailants said to Celius, "Yes, and if you want we could just blacklist your name in the highest council.” I could see the young man smirking and sneering, "Well, you can try, there's nothing wrong if you do that, but why didn't you all do that the moment you met me here, huh?" And in an instant, he had already murdered his assailants.

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

William disclosed. "Just because I am not your son, does that means you should hate me that much?" Bryce shuddered. "Look, I don't have time for you" he pointed to his guard, "Finish him" he hissed ordered and left the scenario laughing darkly. The third part was very brief, it showed Mike bargaining a deal with the underworld don, if though his face was blurred si they couldn't even catch a hint of who he was but Mike face was clearly seen.

He worked for whoever paid the most, even if he was a zombie or even possessed, what he wanted was money. It was then, they couldn't get his wife, who was the old-fashioned way, didn't want to make a complaint, their children who were beaten didn't want to either... She was an ancient villain who was called the black widow of the rich, because she related to countless needy rich people and without contact with other people, they were totally isolated, these people who were abandoned were their victims, as far as they knew that their nickname and nickname, was the so-called Whisperers of Kurayami, in which he killed several people around the city.

Clara Voss, the chosen, the perfect, the one who would secure the alliance with the Silverfang Pack and ensure the north remained unbreakable. Across from them lounged the man who had ridden in at dusk with a retinue of twenty black furred wolves and not a single smile: Damien Blackwood, heir to Silverfang. He was everything the rumors promised and more. Tall enough that even seated he seemed to dominate the space, shoulders broad beneath dark leather armor edged in wolf pelt, hair the color of raven wings falling loose past his collar. His face was sharp angles and shadowed hollows, beautiful in the way a storm is beautiful before it destroys. And his eyes... storm gray, cold as the glacier

But now, with a clearer head, she realized something terrifying. This Serena Blackwood... she was nothing like the rumors. It wasn't a disguise. Serena *was* cruel, vicious, and manipulative. But no one ever said those traits couldn't coexist with terrifying intelligence and deep strategy. Serena Blackwood was a monster with the mind of a demon. Deep, unfathomable, and dangerous. The more Liuying failed to read her, the more her fear grew. But if she could follow a monster like this... perhaps her destiny could finally be in her own hands.

Other freed prisoners joined in, a wave of desperate bodies trying to overwhelm one unstable hybrid. Vex cut through them like they were nothing. She backhanded Marcus across the corridor. Caught Riley by the throat and lifted her off the ground. "Stop!" Marcus screamed. But Riley's eyes flashed gold. She grabbed Vex's wrist with strength that surprised everyone, including herself. "I'm a Blackwood," she growled. "And Blackwoods don't quit." She twisted free, landing in a crouch beside her father. Together, they attacked again. Zane, the young vampire I'd met earlier, appeared from the shadows. He wasn't weak and scared anymore. His eyes were bright red, fed and powerful.