Villainous Threads Novels & Stories

The omegas flickered like candles, small but persistent. And then there were the bonds. Threads of energy connecting people who cared about each other. He saw friendship bonds, thin silver threads linking students who sat together at lunch. He saw family bonds, thicker, golden threads connecting siblings and cousins. He saw rivalry bonds too, by dark red threads between people who competed or hated each other. As he was weaving through the students, marveling in the sheer beauty of the threads, he suddenly froze. He saw one bond that made his stomach twist. A possessive, sickly green thread that was so bright it overshadowed all the other threads in the room. But that wasn't what made it all

“You are so mean. You left without a trace and came back without a word.” Duh. I was the malicious villainess. The title said it all. “Willow.” “What?” I blurted. He leaned in, his dark eyes sparking with amusement. “Give me a kiss, and I’ll keep my mouth shut in front of your folks.” It did not make sense at all. I was shocked, to say the least. Even an honest guy like Maddox was pulling a Damian. I asked in confusion, “Maddox, are you secretly a masochist? Don’t tell me you developed a bond with me, your abuser?”

“We were cut exactly from her essence. It’s wolves like you that corrupt the bloodline. You are all a washed-down version.” “She made us too.” I retorted in visible frustration. We sounded like two kids arguing about who mommy loved more. She scoffed. “A mistake that we will rectify.” Her garnet eyes panned the thread. “Treasure my gift.” Then they returned to me with a frigid and fierce lock and her lips twitched. “This will let you know that you are nothing to me.” Slowly, her hand moved towards my chest. “This thread of chaos will live in your heart until Valen kills you.”

He could continue to wield his power without worrying about ruining his prospects. That had changed after he graduated, though. Her research of him this past year had come up with a string of beautiful lovers who had warmed his bed. He rotated between them almost like he had a written schedule. None of them seemed to have his favor and if one attempted to ask for something more, he cut them off entirely. She remembered feeling disappointed when she learned about his love affairs. Something in her had thought this villain was different, but it seemed that wasn’t the case. Claiborne was a user, just like him.

She almost laughed. So this is how it ends the second time? A sharp tone echoed in her mind. [DING.] She froze. A translucent screen flickered into existence. [VILLAINESS SURVIVAL SYSTEM ACTIVATED] HOST: ELENA VALE ROLE: VILLAINESS SURVIVAL RATE: 3% Elena stared blankly. “…What the hell is this?” [MISSION: AVOID DEATH ENDING.] Her throat tightened. “I already died once,” she whispered. “You want me to do it again properly?”

The world setting is a historical fiction romance world that only deal with the Zelda kingdom and some little villages which were likely mention once or twice. [ World plot changes in the villainess character] Annabel ( the villainess mother and force mistress of General Adam) committed suicide few months after giving birth to the villainess, who was placed as maid of the female lead. Growing up from a toddler to a young girl, the villainess never knew the origin of her birth and had always know as a born slave for the General daughter. She was mistreated and abuse on physically by the female lead mother ( lady Becky) who couldn't stand sight of her.

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

Alpha Evan explained, asking what he wanted to at the end while Miss Lillian listened attentively, clearly willing to help as much as she could. Her brows furrowed as she thought about it. "I do know of a war like that. It was between three werewolf packs, and a witch coven out in the woods. From what I know, they were a bunch of powerful witches, so three packs had joined forces to take them down. They had been performing some sort of magic that had apparently been dangerous according to the surrounding werewolf packs and they had deemed it necessary to bring those witches down," Miss Lillian explained, her frown deepening as she spoke.

“You should not have come.” Fenric did not stop walking until he stood at the center of the chamber. “You knew I would.” Brenna sneered, her voice sharper, less measured. “You’ve broken the balance. The thread should never have been awakened.” “You mean it should never have been remembered,” Sira said from behind him. Solen’s face barely moved. “Memory is not truth.” “No,” Kaela said, her voice low and steady. “But it is choice.” Vareth raised one hand, not in threat, but in warning. “You misunderstand. The thread you carry is not a weapon. It is a gateway. And gates do not stay closed once opened.”

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.