Novel & Cerita Villainous Dr Flug

Vilfredo’s were trembling like a leaf now. Opposite Nathan, Draco was the nastiest dragon one could find. His temper was way over the top. He killed and ruined everything in sight. He killed for his son. “Hah! I love that expression so damn much. Goodbye. Good luck running away.” She walked away, humming out loud. “No, no, NOOOOO~” Vilfredo was screaming at the top of his lungs now. It was without a doubt that his voice resonated with the entire underground cells.

The smell of smoke followed Elena Vale into death. It crawled into her lungs like poison, thick and unforgiving, as the golden ballroom collapsed into chaos around her. Flames devoured silk curtains. Crystal chandeliers shattered like falling stars against marble floors. The world she once ruled was now a funeral built of fire. And somewhere beyond the inferno—people were laughing. “Elena Vale did it!” “She finally snapped!” “The villainess tried to kill Lady Seraphina!”

I turn back towards the front and begin getting my stuff out when Kevin plops down next to me. "So where's your little boyfriend?" Kevin mocks. "What are you talking about?" I reply in annoyance. "You know the Draven guy at the festival the other day." Kevin says with a sirk. "You know what they say about the Draven's don't you?" He continues. "They say they are evil vampires and anyone who is around them for too long disappears never to be seen again." He finishes. Suddenly a loud thunk sound comes from my other side and I look to see Victor pulling out the chair next to me. I look back at Kevin who wears a smirk on his face.

I asked. "They believe an unfortunate illness wiped out the Drogos family. Then, I used my informants to spread rumors. Important to vilify them. It would make taking over much easier." I clenched my jaw, forcing that fucking smile to stay on my face as I pretended to agree with his actions. He bought it, genuinely offering me more details for that night. Proud to say how Robert slayed a thirteen-year-old before turning his sword on the middle boy. How they dumped them into the sewers. Laughing about how the staff spent all night cleaning blood from the cobblestone floors.

As Draven lay gasping for breath, the weight of his defeat settled upon him like a heavy cloak. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause as Dexter stood victorious. With Draven's defeat, Dexter had proven himself worthy of the throne, and earned the title of Vladimir Bloodfang. While Dexter basked in the applause, oblivious to the imminent peril, Draven seized the opportunity and swiftly charged towards him. In a lightning-fast motion, Draven thrust the Sanguinite stake into Dexter's chest!

Apparently, he’d underestimated Drusden’s coven, too. A fucking miscalculation. Vergilius met his gaze, a dark smile spreading across his face. “By now, I am most certain Drusden already holds your sylph.” Gildeon sucked in a sharp breath, flexing his clawed hand, joints crunching with a deep, bone-like crack. Then he thrust his arm to his side, hurling fire into the fog. The flames struck and dissipated as if colliding with an invisible wall that swallowed them whole.

Vad seized the prisoner and hurled him onto the polished tiled floor. "This," Vad announced, "is my evidence." Shocked gasps rippled through the room. Foley's face contorted. "That's the drunk... the one my brother Draven was sold to and tortured. How is he still alive?" "Well, you see, there were many moving parts to your rescue mission. I knew if you had found him on the battlefield at the camp, you would have killed him. And I needed him for this big reveal—to end things once and for all.” His lips curved into a thin, mirthless smile. "Battlefield chaos has its advantages."

A murmur rippled through the room. “We’ve confirmed he’s the one organising the attacks,” her father continued. “He’s building an army.” Lyra’s stomach tightened. “Why?” “To take over this side of the world. He wants territory, power, and control.” One of the warriors leaned forward. “How is he making rogues this strong? They’re not normal.” “Because he made a deal,” Alpha Thorne said. Lyra frowned. “A deal? With who?” “With a dark witch.”

The flash drive was stolen. Hours later, Vania woke in a hospital bed, her head throbbing. Adrian was unconscious in the next room. At her bedside stood Devandra. “Looking for this?” he dangled the flash drive between his fingers. Vania’s breath caught. “You—” “You disappoint me,” Devandra cut her off, his tone cold and cruel. “Did you really think you could win against me? Did you think exposing me would make the world love you?” He leaned closer, his whisper venomous. “The world doesn’t want the truth, Vania. They want a villain. And I’ve already chosen who that villain is.”

She still has the hole and will be unable to fly, but Skylar can heal her after the battle is done. Bynjym flips on his wingtip and blows his fire over the group of soldiers who are preparing to launch another harpoon. “That’s him! That’s the dragon who murdered your king! Kill him! KILL HIM!” I hear someone shouting. I hear a harpoon launch and turn just in time to see it aimed at Bynjym. “Bynjym, look out!” He twists in the air and the harpoon sails past him, barely missing him.