Villainous Threads Novels & Stories

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

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?!

] I felt a jolt of nausea as his mental gaze shifted toward me. [And then, Vanessa. Once your 'hero' is a cooling corpse, I will break your spirit and mark you right here on this floor. I’ll bind your soul so tightly to mine that you’ll forget you ever belonged to another. You are the crown jewel of this conquest.] [They think they’re so smart,] Lily hissed internally, her eyes darting to the High Council members seated nearby. [Matthew thinks he’s poisoning a few rivals. He doesn't realize I’ve laced the entire kitchen’s water supply with hemlock and silver dust. Every guard, every servant, every Alpha in this room will be vomiting blood by midnight. The rogue pack is waiting at the treelin

I pull threads from beyond this place. From Oakhaven. From everywhere I can still reach. Not fully. Not completely. But enough to extend something into the void. A line. A boundary. A beginning. The figures react instantly. “This violates—” “Everything?” I cut in. “Good.” The threads stretch. Thin. Strained. But real. And for the first time— The void doesn’t just pull. It… hesitates. The absence flickers. Just for a second. Because something is there now.

Some people even photoshopped funeral portraits of her and mailed them to her house. And after everything she’d done, she had pushed herself all the way to the bottom of public opinion. There was nowhere left for her to hide. “Damn, her progress just got wiped to zero. The system has to be furious.” “Is it going to unbind from her? She’s vicious, but honestly kind of dumb.” “One binding per world, right? I’ve never seen what happens when the mission fails.” “Don’t do this, man. This livestream is the only thing getting me through my boring life.”

And Kaia whispered, “She says your fire is hers.” Isabella stepped forward. I grabbed her arm again—tight enough to bruise. “Don’t,” I said. “That’s not them.” “I know,” she breathed. “But they remember me.” “That’s the point.” And then— The false Rowan opened his mouth. But what came out wasn’t a voice. It was thread. Actual glowing thread, unraveling from his throat in tendrils that reached for Isabella. She flung her hand forward—sigils igniting across her palm—and the thread burst into smoke.

I had awakened my wolf. I looked towards Valentin. His white-gold eyes were wide in wonder. “Zora,” he breathed. “Sever the bond.” I knitted my eyebrows together but then, I felt it. It was a shimmering gold thread that felt like it tied me to Thorne. He had backed away from the whole situation and was standing across the floor. I furrowed my brows and visualized a pair scissors they bracketed the gold thread and then – Snip!

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

We were in the Loom of Stars. It was a dimension of vertical light. Massive, glowing threads stretched from a bottomless floor to an infinite ceiling, vibrating with a low-pitched hum that made my Sun-Walker marks glow with a blinding intensity. Each thread was a life, a timeline, a possibility. "Don't touch the threads," Jackson warned, his voice sounding hollow and metallic. "If you touch a thread that isn't yours, you'll be pulled into a different life. You might wake up as a human in a world without wolves, or as a corpse in the square".

"What happens to the wolves after that depends on your skill." I looked at Vael. She nodded once. I broke it. ⚡ SIX THREADS RELEASINGThey came loose all at once — six foreign frequencies cutting free from the anchor and dispersing, the bond-threads snapping back toward their sources like released tension. I felt each of them. Six wolves in six different locations, four territories wide, each one carrying a modification they'd been living inside for years. The release would feel to them like — I wasn't sure. Waking up, maybe. The specific disorientation of finding yourself somewhere you don't remember choosing to be. They'd need work. Each one would need careful extraction, time, someone who