Villainous Penumbra Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ava placed the reason too late. “Penny, no!” It’s too late now; she heard Passerini’s voice in her head. She couldn’t stop Penny as she charged towards the source of the cold spot. A shadow golem. The worst of the worst. At the same time, another horde of shadows came at Ava, cutting her off from Penny, both locked in a fight for their lives. These shadows were stronger. They were not fragments like the ones Sven could create. These were originals. They could have only come from one place.

When he clicked on the sentence, he was taken to another page, featuring the image of a man embracing a weeping woman and a paragraph: Maybe you’ve lost someone to violence, or perhaps you have been the victim of a violent crime. Either way, your life has been altered and a hole has been punched open in your world. Through it comes the most malignant, destructive monster of all: FEAR. More vicious than any violent criminal, more evil than the deeds of any killer, fear will rob you of what’s left of your life. There’s only one way out of the haunted forest: You must go through. You must face what you most fear. We can show you how.

Her eyes were sharp and terrifyingly intense as she stared at me and Alistair. My mouth fell open at this bizarre situation. But I recognized her at a glance. Holy shit! She's my fellow villainess, Primrose Stella Antebellum, and my brother's fiance. She's truly a beauty, but unlike Bella, her sharp gaze and cold expression makes her looked pretty scary. The author seemed to want to make it obvious that she's a villainess. I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't notice she already stood in front of us, and suddenly she pulled me up from my seat, separating me from Alistair.

Jana lowered her head and contemplated about Vivien. "After the COO feature turns off, our Ai will talk less and the data will start to cut off a little. At first I hated it, but in time I realized that as a villain's lackey, it doesn't matter if I search for them or not. The settings and the right conditions will soon lead me to them naturally. By the will of the game itself. When the villains sought for help, the circumstances will lead me to them eventually. However, the villains' as well as the protagonists' role are the vital parts of each mission. They needed to be aware of each others' move. Or else, they would be erased without knowing that the opponent has won the round."

Alpha Kessler's POV I stared at Amelia angrily as Amelia's bag slipped through her hand and fell on the floor. What's all this pretense all about as if she did not know that this was bound to happen the moment I didn't fulfill the Alpha of the Poldark's pack request? Alpha Lucian is known to be ruthless and unforgiving. How do you even expect someone who burns down his subjects at any slightest mistake not to burn down my company for not meeting his requirements?

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 The light from Julian Thorne’s phone was a cold, sickly green in the shadowed vault, but the view outside the Blackwood Manor was far more terrifying. Through the high security windows of the ground floor, a miles long ribbon of violet light snake through the city. Every streetlamp, every digital billboard, every car headlight that used the Astraea Operating System had been hijacked. The city wasn't just on fire; it was glowing with the signature of the Vance bloodline.

I knew the physics of a hollow-point bullet, and I knew the coldness of the man who fired it. The city outside was a shimmering, indifferent grid. Somewhere down there, in the plush carpets of The Drake, a bloodline had been severed. A cousin, a lieutenant, a childhood playmate—erased by a line of code I had provided. The "Robin Hood Paradox" had finally collapsed under its own weight. I had stolen to save lives, but tonight, I had stolen the last breath of a man to save an empire. Is this the optimization you wanted? the voice in my head asked. To become the processor for a killing machine?

In the vast white space it stood like a spot of dirt in an immaculately clean surface, soiling its pristine appearance. It began giving off energy in wisps of dark smoke, moving in a rather slow swirling motion, which were all soon absorbed by the white space producing what could be considered a floating translucent ball of light. DING!!! A sharp, loud sound once again reverberated across the whole area, sending ripples across the whole space. {System Booting… 3% 45% 79% 100% Welcome to The 'Villainess Justice System'} A robotic voice thundered loudly across the area, announcing its presence.