Villainous Penumbra Novels & Stories

Though Aakifahlynn spent time tracking her targets and setting her traps, she never ventured close to the castle walls, even in her disguise as Adeline. She preferred it that way because the closer she got to that castle, the more it affected her. It made her feel almost trapped again, and she refused to lose her wits and then be caught slipping and be returned to the Alpha King. Nevertheless, Aakifahlynn made it so that some deaths appeared to be from a Vampyre while others were werewolves. All savagely done. It was intentional, only to incite more distrust and panic amongst the remaining council members and Jairus himself.

“But if there was anyone else I could turn to I would. It hurts me to bring you back into this dysfunctional family.” Somehow Penny believed him. “I received a typed letter. Someone is blackmailing me. He goes by the name Avenge.” He reached into his pocket to retrieve two papers. “He knows my past and everything I have done. He swears he can turn me over to Polish authorities and would only refrain if I help him.” “What sort of help does he want?” “A couple of jewelries, a lot of art work. A lot of things. He needs my service stealing these things but…as you can see I have retired from that life.”

“How did you do it?” “Hand over the wager first. We have plenty of time to talk.” James extended his hand to Mordecai. Under James’ sharp gaze, he reluctantly handed over a pen and a scroll. James took them and examined them carefully. The pen glowed brilliantly, filled with powerful Waltraud Power, seemingly capable of controlling the entire Haleth Realm. The scroll, radiating black and white light, hummed faintly, almost alive, and exuded an air of mystery. Mordecai looked at the items in James’ hand with regret. “These are the Nothingness Neon Pen and the Zirconia Path Scroll...”

"What do with have here, an awe-inspiring ceremony!" This inauspicious voice came with a flame of blue light, followed by the shadow of a big black wolf. And people backed away in horror. "Sternberg, the black mad wolf," unlike everyone, Quinlan wasn't scared. He pushed Penelope right behind him so she couldn't see the malicious creature but she was already looking with enlarged pupils. She could recall when Ramsay told her about the cause of Kieran's blindness. Alpha Bailey who she had killed had taken an antidote that made his claws and fangs venomous.

Duncan Hiddleston is submissive to all. “Now I know I don't care. It's a bit late... Villain still likes me, as usual, no matter how much I cover this can't change. If you swap out the villain for the female lead, you'll be dead, chasing after the rice." Phedra Elizabeth thought.

‘ 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.

It turned out the malicious system was a rogue program on the run. It jumped from one world to another, binding itself to people with dark intentions. It would break apart the original couples and livestream the entire process. Feeding off the audience’s negativity to gain power— All to evade capture by the main system.

“Give me the asset blood-pen,” Vickon Blackwynd said, reaching across the obsidian table with those scarred hands, ready to anchor his mark below the territorial parchment. Everything about him, from the careful movement to the pinched silence, radiated a predatory finality. For a moment, he just stood there, huge and unmoving, and the room seemed to tighten around him. Was he really agreeing with everything I’d just confessed to the high council, or was I only fooling myself? Sometimes, I wondered if I just wanted his alliance badly enough to imagine it.

It’s because I saw my future. “A future where you infected me, where I lost my baby, and where I died a miserable death." I looked straight into his eyes. "Now you've walked that path in my place. So, tell me, should I be thanking you?" His cloudy eyes widened violently. A strangled sound tore from his throat. His body began convulsing uncontrollably. The line on the heart monitor spiked wildly before flattening into a single, piercing tone. The floating comments exploded. [YES! THIS is how the story was meant to end! The villainess changed her fate, and the scumbag ended up living her nightmare instead!]

Still, I went on, "My best friend and my husband had sex in my grandfather-in-law's casket on the day of his burial. Then, after I exposed them, my mother-in-law and these two tried to twist the narrative and paint me as the villain. "I am the victim here. I've suffered two betrayals from the people closest to me. This is the proof." I raised the phone. "They planned this themselves. I believe even my grandfather's spirit can see that I'm innocent. And I have all of you as witnesses." I turned to Dulce and finished, "Is there any doubt left?" Vincent suddenly sat up in the coffin. "Fuck you, bitch! Victim my ass! You caused this too!" he bellowed. "Yes, I'm cheating with Stephanie. So what?!