Villainous Black Novels & Stories

Good thing she was fast. And those black spikes, it was all part of her other warrior outlook. It was a black diamond armour, and a spirit she was beginning to get accustomed to, one only the blood Queen may have seen her wear. Beneath the blood sea, they had a name for this. And it was called… “The black knight,” Vivian said after looking at the spike. “That’s what attacked.” She looked up at Susan, but Susan displayed no emotions. Dena nodded. “We’re all doomed, then.”

Aloud, I stepped forward diad-shield seamless with her—bodies flush hip-to-shoulder, power humming dark-erotic between—voice alpha-growl laced Reach's abyssal timbre, resonant-deep: “Proof? Feel your own rotting links pulse steady, Alpha—borders clotting because we chose restraint's cold edge over rampage's hot frenzy. Hunger learns that lash now. Meddle your council fangs deeper? It feeds ravenous on your inbred divisions next, Thorne—turns your packs to veined puppets.” Voss cane-thumped furious forward splintering stone, robes swirling faint pyre-embers that singed air bitter, voice hissing venom-rheumy cracked like desiccated bone: “Choice? Prophecy crowns bleed such swollen hubris dry,

Damien's POV As I approached my car, my eyes fell upon the reflection in the window – a magnificent creature that I knew was now a part of me. A black wolf stood before me, sleek and powerful, its fur glistening under the moonlight. Two distinct white spots adorned each side of its abdomen, like silent companions in the darkness. A single grey patch on its forehead added an air of mystery to its already enchanting presence. I couldn't help but admire the wolf before me. Its form exuded strength, grace, and an untamed beauty that resonated deep within me. The wolf's eyes, a brilliant shade of amber, held a certain wisdom and understanding, as if it had been waiting for me all along.

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.

I was truly living the life of a side character, being treated that way by my own brothers. I picked up the pesticide bottle, twisted it open, and poured it straight into my mouth. "What are you doing?!" Charlie screamed in terror, his face turning deathly pale. Even the usually composed Lucas panicked at that moment. "Are you insane? Did you really drink it?" My consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and I thought, 'What's so insane about it?' The original character in that world, Maddison Sherman, was just a villainous side character doomed to die sooner or later anyway. I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead.

No one even tried. He had claimed Aaron’s solitude with blood. But the night of his true descent came quietly. The palace slept beneath a sky of twin moons, shadows drawn sharp and long over marble. Aaron’s chamber, dimly lit by candlelight, was silent. The servants had long since gone. No guests tonight. Victor moved like a ghost. Not as the Hero. Not in his shining armor. But as the Villain. He wore black, head to toe, a mask obscuring his face, his golden hair bound beneath a hood. In place of his usual blade, he carried twin daggers curved like crescent moons.

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.

“E-Eden… what is happening…?” Before Eden could answer, the temperature of the room shifted. The air itself grew heavier, thicker, charged with authority and danger. Then he walked in. Cassian Virelli Blackthorn. The dangerous Alpha. Cassian stepped through the ruined doorway as if he owned the world beyond it, tall, broad shouldered, dressed in black clothes that clung to his powerful frame, his silver eyes burning with something far more dangerous than anger. The invisible pressure of his presence had already wrapped around her like invisible chains, making her breath hitch.

“Firstly, Other wolves around my grandfather had begun to develop strange symptoms like contamination. Nobody understood what it was. The Healers failed to find a solution, and the Werewolf council panicked. Rumors began to spread, and Damian Blackwaters stood before the council and declared that my grandfather, Kael Vance, had brought corruption back from the Hollow. He claimed Kael has been exposed to forbidden darkness and was no longer safe.” “Was he?” I blurt out. “No,” Cicero replies, and Philip shakes his head. “He got poisoned by Damian Blackwaters.” “No, he wasn’t,” I shake my head. “That’s not possible. I’ve never met Allister’s grandfather, but the Blackwaters are good people.” “T