Villains Apprentice Mga Nobela at Kwento

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

However, the commander had mixed feelings in his eyes. I had worked with people for a long time. I wasn't a sixteen-year-old high schooler. I was a freaking thirty-one-year-old mature and accomplished woman inside the body of a skinny woman who might be in her late teens or early twenties. Aloisia was also young. How did she become a dark sorceress? This world was not kind to the dark magic practitioners. I guess every story needs a villain. But there wasn't just one villain. There were villains. My damn fate was connected to villains.

The other called my bluff and stepped closer to me, eyeball to eyeball. “Tryna act cool now.” His hands flew towards my waist. I stopped him mid-motion, twisting his fingers. He yelped in response. How hard is it for these alley buffaloes to know I'm no longer a Cinderella? I'm a fucking Lisbeth Salander. I shoved him and sent him landing hard on the floor. “Come let me teach you a lesson.” The rest came at me. I dodged their attacks and, in three attacks from me, knocked them down.

Wait--what do you mean? “Just be careful when approaching the Duke. Although I’m not giving you my full consent but I believe in you.” I stood up and ran towards him in an embrace “Thanks, gramps! I won’t let you down!” “By the way, your suggestion during the meeting was commendable. I’m impressed, it was such a clever idea.” I released from his embrace and cracked a smile “Well if you’ve been through tough times a lot, you’ll become a schemer in no time.” He patted my head and chuckled “Keep it up and you’ll become the villainess the world will love.” “No villainess is loved, gramps. We’re always the bad guys hated by mankind but who cares?” I shrugged my shoulders and gracefully flipped my

My heart dropped. The Relic Vault. The one place where ancient weapons, scrolls, and magical artifacts were kept. Wesley and I exchanged a single glance. Then we ran. The academy corridors echoed with the sounds of battle. Students and professors fought side by side against black-cloaked assassins. Magic illuminated the halls. Silver claws clashed against cursed blades. As we reached the vault entrance, three assassins were already forcing the enchanted doors open. “They’re breaking the seal!” Liam shouted. Without hesitation, I summoned the Sword of Eclipse.

My gaze was sharp enough to send chills down anyone's spine. "And that alone is enough for me." The man stared at me in horror. For the first time, he realized the rumors were true. I was a devil in human skin... a heartless, merciless predator. And once I decided someone was a threat, they either disappeared... or learned to live in fear. I walked back to the couch and sat down. "Take him out of my sight." My voice carried irritation while my expression was indifferent. The bodyguards immediately grabbed the trembling man.

Her entire body throbbed with deep, deep exhaustion, and despite all her tactical maneuvers over the past hour, she hadn’t managed to land a single decisive blow. Nimrod was a formidable adversary, a highly decorated ex-navy officer who had spent decades mastering lethal hand-to-hand combat. His movements were calculated, efficient, and devastatingly precise. Against him was Seven—just a seventeen-year-old girl. On paper, it was a laughable matchup. What real chance did a scrawny teenage apprentice have against a seasoned military veteran who was practically built for warfare? Think, Seven! she fiercely reprimanded herself, biting the inside of her cheek until the copper taste of blood groun

Serena, still recovering, used low-power violet pulses to reveal hidden enemies. During the chaos, Serena spotted something that made her freeze. Her old roommate — a quiet witch apprentice named Lila — now a night-stalker hybrid. Lila’s eyes still held a fragment of recognition as she lunged at Serena. “Lila… no…” Serena whispered. Damien ended the creature quickly, but the look on Serena’s face broke something inside all of them. “I’m sorry,” Damien said, pulling her close for a brief second. Kael, breathing hard after ripping through three more stalkers, growled, “Keep moving. The flowers are close.”

Felix's interest was piqued. Truth be told, he didn't know much about his nine fellow apprentices. For instance, Averill had her own assassin organization, and Delilah was none other than the famous singer, Dreamscape. "Oh? Really? Then, tell me all about it." Noah opened his mouth as if to speak but suddenly seemed to think better of it. He shook his head vigorously.