Villainous Threads Novels & Stories

Sariah’s knees nearly buckled when it came into full view. It wasn’t just made of Vein-imbued metal. It was stitched with memory threads. Thousands of them. Each thread sparked with pain, betrayal, and loss. Some hers. Some Thalens. Some Dain’s. And countless more from people they would never meet. Children were taken before they could bond. Elders whose deaths were quietly called “retirements.” Guardians who died believing they had failed. All of it woven into the body of a weapon built by the Council, powered not by magic, but by regret.

It is advised to retreat and flee immediately! "What?" Keagan muttered to himself, his confusion growing. The screen continued to bombard him with flashing text, saturating his vision with its rapid display. Villain Report: Name: Unknown Alias: Duskbringer Classification: Infamous Villain Description: Duskbringer is an Infamous Villain known for their sinister skills, shadowy maneuvers, and menacing presence. This enigmatic figure operates in the shadows, striking fear into the hearts of both heroes and civilians alike. With their calculated approach and unique abilities, Duskbringer has become a significant threat within the city.

hе sаys, leаning bаck аgаin, “Mаrcellus hаs bеen sniffing аround yоur territоry. I’vе hеаrd rumours thаt hе’s plаnning somеthing. Mаybе а pаrtnership bеtwеen us could hеlp yоu... deаl with thаt.” My jаw tightens аt thе mеntiоn оf Mаrcellus. Thаt snаke hаs bеen а thorn in my side evеr since hе invaded mе, аnd Kyren knоws it. Нe thinks bringing him uр will gеt undеr my skin, аnd mаybе hе’s right, but I’m nоt gоing tо shоw it. “I’ll deаl with Mаrcellus whеn thе timе сomеs,” I sаy сoolly. “I dоn’t nееd yоur hеlp fо r thаt.”

The heat inside his body makes him feel like he is in a fire. The eyes that were brown a moment ago just turned a shade of golden color with the people rising in size. The hand of Daisuke that was touching his thigh the shiver rises up in between his legs. -Kiss the Villain Spend the night with the Villain itself 12 seconds left 'What in the name of the hell two options? Both of them are the shitsz' (If you fail the mission you will die at the hands of your father!) "WAAAATTTT" Koishi hisses clutching his hand into a tight fist of Daisuke rope pulling it down off from his shoulder.

On the first day of the new decade, a big zombie wave attacked the base, but the ability users were able to defeat the wave but it was enough time for the original soul to escape and slaughter all the scientists and attack the base, that is when his useless and absentee guardian showed up and prominent killed him based on the words of the freaking female lead before she became the female lead. Then to make his life, even sadder the female lead reincarnated became friends with him so that she could meet his useless guardian and hold his thigh during the apocalypse. Of course, then the guardian who was the second male lead showed up mysteriously and found his charge (that he didn't even raise)

{System Booting… 3% 45% 79% 100% Welcome to The 'Villainess Justice System'} A robotic voice thundered loudly across the area, announcing its presence. "Nnngh...Shut it….Shut it now!" The once stark figure from which the dark energy was absorbed from, seemed to have life as it yelled in a domineering tone with its gaze on the white floor. "Noisy." It muttered. Resulting from dark matter being taken away from it, the figure now appeared to be a woman. She possessed long dark, flowing hair with the top part tied into a bun with a blue feathered ribbon. Holding a sword dripping with fresh blood, her whole body was also drenched in another person's blood, possibly a victim as her body harboured

Now he wasn't sure he'll be seeing either his wife or side chick ever again considering the eerie smile his she-devil of a boss was sending him. "I didn't meant to ma'am, my sister is very sick, she's in the hospital, last stage of ovarian cancer." His tongues spewed the lies while his brain tried coming up with escape route, he could run out now, take the stairs, the securities will be waiting by the elavator so definitely the stairs, and his car? Damn his car! He'll go for a taxi as soon as he leaves and they'll never see or hear from him again, he's made enough money to last him at least two years with Vicky, his beloved side chich, he won't go to his wife, he'll get caught if he does, sh

Whatever I am about to attempt he cannot do for me, and he knows it. "Start with what you know," he says. "The threads inside the palace. Find them the way you always find them. Let that be the foundation." I find them. Senna on the floor above us, her thread the focused, quick-moving thing it is when she is still working even at this hour. Lysa in her rooms, the complicated grief-and-resolve that is her thread's new texture. My father's thread, thin and golden and shortening, and I find it, and I hold it gently the way you hold something you know is going to be gone and you are not ready for but have accepted. Elder Voss in the guest rooms, her thread the compressed density of long-held pow

If he had infected the weave, he was everywhere. She stood up, her heart racing. She walked to the wall of the vault, where the silver threads connected to the Ridge’s central grid, and she began to inspect the connections. She saw it then—a faint, almost imperceptible discoloration in the silver thread. A jagged, dark thread woven into the heart of the grid. He hadn't been defeated in Varkas. He had been transported. He was using the Ridge’s own infrastructure to spread himself across the North. Every time they helped a pack, every time they sent a cloak, they were helping him reach further, deeper, into the fabric of the world.

Her eyes are full of stars in a way that is not metaphorical — there are actual stars in them, pinpricks of cold light that have no business being inside the eyes of a creature that lives at the bottom of an ocean trench. Black veins climb her throat to her jaw. The veins are mine, in nine years, if I am not careful. "My name is Morrigwen, host. I was the first. The Salt Throne was mine. I burned it down. I burned my own children. The pearl made me hungry and I ate everyone I had ever loved and then I ate the kingdom and then I ate the continent and then there was nothing left but the trench it sent me back to. I have been here for eighteen thousand years. I have been waiting to tell someone