Novel & Cerita Villains Descendants

Vaelorra walked to the room down the basement and I trailed silently behind her. She walked to the far shelf where old tomes and sealed scrolls rested, her fingers trailing along their spines as though they were old friends while I stood by the huge desk, supporting my tired weight with my palms on it. “An Unspun descendant,” she said at last, “is one from the tribe of those whose fates were never woven or accessed by the First Weavers.” I stared at her, my disbelief sharp and unhidden.

But instead of uniting, both sides betrayed her, fearing the strength she carried. "She was hunted, destroyed before she could fulfill her destiny. But fate is relentless, Valkyrie. It does not forget what must be." The carvings vanished. The woman turned to me, her violet eyes piercing straight into my soul, her voice soft yet unyielding. "You are her descendant. The last of her bloodline. A hybrid of wolf and witch—destined to finish what she could not." A shiver ran down my spine. My breath came shallow, my mind spinning. I took a shaky step back.

I was sick of this game. “I’m grateful I didn’t inherit your ambition. I won’t ever turn my children into pawns in this horrendous game for power. Not Daniele, not Simona, not Gabriel.” I touched my belly. “Because they all are my children, and I’ll fight everyone like a warrior to protect them of the horrors of this world, even if they come in the shape of my own parents.”

James asked, frowning. “James listen…I..” Susan said. “No problem…let’s see how this ends and I promise you will regret this!…mark my word…you’re so evil.” James shouted angrily, making his way to the entrance and shut the door so hard behind him. “Steve come on now!…what’s your problem with choking women?” Dr Martins said angrily. “I don’t know Martins… it’s just a crazy fantasy.” Steve muttered. “What crazy fantasy!…listen, don’t let this repeat itself again!!.. you almost killed her!” Dr Martins warned.

As we walked back toward the compound, my mind raced with possibilities and fears. I was the descendant of legendary warriors. My ancestors had been powerful enough that vampires killed entire populations to eliminate them. But I was also just Calla. The woman who'd fled an abusive marriage and found love with a werewolf biker. Could I become the weapon my bloodline was meant to be? And more importantly, did I want to? The compound appeared through the trees, warm lights in the windows showing my pack going about their evening routines. My family, preparing for war while I most likely held the key to victory in my blood.

The son of Nyx is chosen among the vampires, who would be the descendants of Cain, since an ancestor of Abel managed to redeem himself before his ancestors, during ages of carnage, due to countless conflicts. There were numerous accusations that both sides did not accept peace, so the children and supposed descendants looked for their ancestors who said they were trapped in a war in the desert sands, among them trapped in another dimension. The wars were more than bloody, between the invasions and the looting of cities that were protected by both sides, their blood and sweat were spread across the sands, due to the great migrations, in addition to the great navigations. It turns out that a d

He’s willing to do everything just to take down Avissar. The Desaix Family has a palace. They had a happy and perfect family but their parents died. Vladimir, the eldest Desaix is a family-oriented man. When their parents died, he became more calculative of everything, including his actions. He’s the smartest of the siblings. His penchant for strategies and forming contingencies way ahead of time. Lilia, the middle Desaix was envied by women. She’s very classic. Their youngest is Avissar Desaix, the most badass in their family. However, he knows how to keep his words. He’s the first half vampire and half werewolf. They have different accents from the rest of the species.

"Let's see what we're doing for today." I clicked a folder on my computer. Employment process and staff checks. The main goal is to fish out Thor's pawns and eliminate them. But how will I know when he always makes sure to avoid suspicion? I twirled on my chair as if it'll make my thought process faster, it did. I stopped and opened a new page on the computer, typed in childhood. Thor doesn't recruit loyal people, he recruits people he has something against. People with something to lose, people like me.

Was this what it pays to be an Alpha'? My father never told me everything I needed to know. He kept hiding secrets from me telling me that the Moon Goddess requests for their sacrifices. But I had enough. No explanation could fill in the void in my heart. This, I felt, was how Villains were born. Suddenly, I began to feel my head ache seriously. I guess I was pretty tired from a rough day. It worsened. My whole body hurt as well. Lily wasn't here to treat me. I was alone.

Ivan’s great grandfather cheated on mine and it created a rift between the two families. Our families were once called The Great Allies, by how much strong influence we have around the world but his descendants kept on cheating with ours. I think it’s in their blood to cheat everyone other than themselves. In the midst of handling the traitor this girl saw everything. And now we have to dispose of her, we can’t leave any witnesses alive, blame it on her fate to encounter us in the middle of the night. Naturally I thought she was some spy sent by the enemies. It's not abnormal you get some spies in this field of work, be it a guy or woman both are the pawns for the powerful to use it how they