Novel & Cerita Villainous Threads

“We would only be able to communicate through our minds. We will be alive but no motion or speech until our Core merges and becomes one. This state is the most crucial process. And we can easily be trapped in our minds if it's a more beautiful world to our subconscious than reality.” I sighed deeply and a small frown settled on my face. Another illusion test. Then he lifted the third. A tiny coil of black thread. At first, it looked ordinary until it shifted, catching the rays of light from the stars. Tiny sparkles glowed inside it, like fragments of constellations trapped in silk. “This,” he said, rubbing it gently between his fingers, “is called a soul-thread. It binds our intention. It ma

The blood lines thread looked eerie and ominous, as if something dangerous was about to awaken. Something that was not meant to exist. Something that might endanger mankind if not handled well. Thunder and lightning rumbled incessantly outside the mansion, as if a storm were brewing, like it was signaling the birth of something ominous. Inside the secret room, the floating coffin, wrapped in a web of mysterious threads, became transparent, as if the threads had a life of their own, sucking the essence of the coffin into nothingness.

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

“You tried that once. And you failed. You called her Hollow. You called him Fallen. And yet… they still breathe. Still burn.” The thread in the Heartmirror pulsed again—brighter, faster. “This is the forbidden thread,” I told them. “Not forged. Not sanctioned. But chosen.” I met every gaze in the Circle. “And it has already begun to bind.”

That's what they all believed. It was reasonable for them to think that way. A spoiled wealthy girl and a naive innocent one. Who was the villain? Apparently, no one was on my side. People believe what they want to believe, and I was the one who got their anger. That was that. They couldn't be changed. But I did hold some grievances. I was pissed not because everyone hated me, but because of Annika Summers, the girl with an innocent face I used to take as my best friend.

The invincible threads that bound her to Adrian seemed to stretch with his absence, leaving her with an inexplicable sense of vulnerability. As Adrian navigated the treacherous path between duty and love, the supernatural world teetered on the brink of upheaval, its fate entwined with the actions of those bound by the invincible threads of love, prophecy, and ancient enmities. The night unfolded with a silent dance of preparation and unease. The invincible threads that connected Adrian to his clans, once pulsating with familial love, now vibrated with the anticipation of war.

Its manufacturing skill appears to be from the Northern territories. If they can make one, who knows how many others a villain could create in a deluded quest for power. If it turns out it was made in the Shadowlands, then I have some serious questions for Alpha Cillian. Therefore, I simply don’t have fucking time for Genevieve of the damn Shadowlands. There’s someone walking around with vials of wolfsbane, sneaking into bedrooms and killing people. That’s more important than some fucking bond. And if the murderer does turn out to be her brother, I'll be killing him and rejecting her in the same breath.

But maybe even villains could have a stupid side to them, just like how Lily suddenly asked, “Is that the belief that the people of Barden City have? I once read an article about how people in that town have a high level of happiness even though they are not rich, and maybe the reason is that they never have bad dreams at night?” Vivian really wanted to laugh at this moment. She thought Lily wouldn't buy her bullshit at all, but it turned out that the villain also had a naive side to her. “That's right,” Vivian replied calmly as she managed to hold back her laughter. “You can try using that method, and let me know if it works. I've tried it before and it worked for me, so I hope it will work

Lily gasped, she had never thought she would see this person in her life again. "Claw!" she exclaimed. "Hello Lily" Claw replied. "What are you doing here?" Ava asked. "I came to check up on you, I heard things haven't been well with you. Are you okay?" "You don't need to pretend you care, after all this is all your fault." "How is that Lily? I have no idea of what you are talking about." Lily scoffed. "You were the one who drugged Lavender and made my brother wolf out on me and try to kill me. And then recently you drugged Ava at the general werewolf meeting, I don't have proof yet but I know you were the one."

All that she went through, All those moments in which she laughed and cried, ..Just a dream. She tries to combat the seething avalanche of tears that have been building up: "What do I expect?" Her story.. It was a tale of a villainess, overall. Villains don't have happy endings. An emotional exhaustion overwhelms her. Her throat holds back something between a sob and a shout. Then suddenly, she feels something sharp pressed against her leg, under the white sheets. When she reaches under to grab the item, her eyes widen.