Villainous Threads Novels & Stories

“Miss Kitty didn’t say anything that there’ll even be red thread like that. What does that mean?” replied Mrs. Yulia with her remarkably deep worry as well as anxiety. “I wonder what that red thread means, Yulia Darling... You know, they do possess undescribed, unknown as well as inexplicable supernatural power to make that red thread disappear as simply and easily as that. I wonder it must be related with our second daughter’s existence beside that Mr. Virando, beside that prince of demons, Yulia Darling,” whispered Mr. Andreas so softly because he didn’t want anybody else to overhear what they were talking about.

#It’s a M3L0N#: “What a vicious woman!” #Haier’s Brother#: “Framing others with drugs, what a disgusting act! She’s ruined another person’s reputation for a lifetime.”

Because if I care, I’ll go crazy. Then I realized that I’m not the right person to give him some advice. A good friend would probably give a lot better advice, but… I’m a villainess, am I? I’ve never been one for selfless-ness or comforting or caring, really. 'The world is fucked up, nothing matters except for myself', that's how I managed to live. Morals are quite often the last thing on my mind. So yeah, it’s fucked up. I think that’s also the reason I could never really hate Isadore. I mean, who's the villainess to judge another villain, right?

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.

' Saeris wasn't sure what that meant, but she didn't have time to ask because Vaelen's chest rose and fell in front of her and the black veins were moving, throbbing in rhythm with his heartbeat, and she could feel panic trying to claw its way up her throat. She pressed her palm flat against his chest. His skin was burning. Saeris closed her eyes and reached for the threads like she had done one too many. Vaelen's thread wasn't gold anymore. It was dark crimson, so deep it looked black in places, and when she followed it toward the source— Something moved. Cold slammed into her. Oh god.

She smiled softly at me, her eyes beaming with sincerity, reassuring my doubts and clearing up the negativities in my mind. "... thank you, Joewella" I mumbled while plastering a smile on my face. In this world, Joewella is my first ally. She is the only one Victoria could trust and lean on. Only her. So why do I feel a hidden presence somewhere? Like a rat lurking around the corner. I lifted the scissors inside the kit and impulsively threw it with all my might towards the window, stabbing the oak tree without looking.

The Villain I woke up with a crick in my neck and an attitude. I slept horribly last night and it was partially because of the news of my new mate, my confrontation with Maya and then explaining why Maya was moping around more than usual to Garret and a falsely sympathetic Gia.

Dark threads exploded, weaving a storm of chaos, the abyss fracturing. Jessica’s glow ignited, her voice a defiant scream. “Our love is our truth!” She charged the loom a vortex of shattered threads her hands tearing at the chaos, her glow blazing in golden bursts, shredding Verith’s shadow. Kade fought beside her, his claws ripping through Vynia’s deceit, their hands brushing, his love a fire. Selene’s spells burned Eternis’s void, her cry fierce. Lucas smashed Nihil’s collapse, his fists bloody. Bryan’s glow disrupted Malric’s threads, his voice a vow.

"Each thread represents a choice, a moment of destiny. You must follow the threads that resonate with your hearts and lead you to the Harmonic Shard." The heroes stepped forward, their fingers brushing against the threads as they followed their intuition. Each thread revealed glimpses of lives intertwined, decisions made, and the consequences that followed. They navigated the intricate web, their hearts guiding them through the labyrinth of fate.