Villan Novels & Stories

Vastria stood up looking at the pup who shifted back to their human form, a little girl with brown long curly hair. “My name is Lilian, mam” The girl looked around at the dead vampires. “Are you going to see my pack alpha?” Vastria nodded. “Yes, I am here to get my friend unbanned from your pack, Meagan.” Lilian’s eyes widened. “You are aunty Meagan’s friend? I miss her so much. She was supposed to help me on my first shift and run. Is she coming back?” Vastria pat Lilian on the head smiling. “I plan on bringing her back home. Please lead the way for us.”

Cillian The memories I had with Bernando clouded my mind, I couldn't stop feeling bad for him, I looked at his bloody corpse on the cold white tile and felt pained that he had to die in my hands, but he caused his death, and his blood his on his hand, the mafia code can't be reverse because of one man, what would my men think of me if I let him live, what's the assurance he wouldn't come back to hunt me, blood ooze out his forehead, I hardened my emotions not to betray me, he needed money for Gwen surgery he should have told me about it, I would have let him have it in exchange for his hard work and loyalty, that I would do for my men, I watch his corpse laying helplessly on floor, Ethan rip

Bellie smirked. #ThamManager

, She asked in a calm but deadly tone,"Who am I?" The system who had keenly watched her behavior from her outburst till this very moment, thought she was very 'Interesting'. She didn't look scared or anxious, being able to hold one's peace in such a situation was a huge feat, worthy of applause. It grinned 'I might be lucky to have her as my host.' Ignoring her questions, it replied. {I am system 078, The Villanness Justice System. You are my host now as you have been chosen by the Superiors, after being ejected from your original world. We are a perfect match in both matrix, mind and potential so we are now in a soul bound relationship.}

The woman smiled before replying " well he told us not to tell you who he was but I would like you to thank him properly so it's right to tell you his name , It's Darryl Matthew" " Darryl !!!" She was shocked . Wait , wasn't he that famous basketball? he was always indifferent towards her though and yes he was the Villîan in the book . He later died in the book, even Jade had also had died before the end of the book and she was guessing it was an happy ending for the leads .

I greeted, mixed with amusement and joy. She flashed me a big smile. Even Tili, her daughter, looked at me while her Mom was feeding her. “Hey there,” I said before pinching her cheeks. She looked at me before pouting. “Mommy, it’s Cassandwa, my fish.” Adam sat down in front of the man they were with. A realization hit me. Emiliana told me she’s with Tili’s father. Maybe this man in front of us is him? If I were to describe him, he’s handsome, tall and has a foreign blood as well. When my eyes went to Tili again, her grin was wide.

Two warriors were stationed outside the entrance, and as Darian neared, they promptly stepped aside. Inside, there was a man with his hands secured behind a chair. He appeared youthful, perhaps around thirty, with dark hair, battered skin, and ragged attire. However, it was not his physical condition that seized my attention. It was the look in his eyes. As soon as he spotted me, a flicker of shame crossed his features. "Lady Liliana," he breathed. Instantly, my body went rigid. I did not recognize him. But he recognized me. Darian sensed my unease and positioned himself slightly before me. “Who are you?”

But is he leaving? Vilan spared him a single look, the kind his mother did for her subjects when she did not have the time. But, though it reminded Kilvic of his mother, it was nothing like it. Not even a whisper of it. The boy seemed more like someone avoiding attention. Like a Testudianis with its sturdy round shell and stubbly legs retreating into its shell. Vilan continued to surprise him. It was a wonder how a boy with such a composure gave off the feeling of a combat mage.

Alpha Evan explained, asking what he wanted to at the end while Miss Lillian listened attentively, clearly willing to help as much as she could. Her brows furrowed as she thought about it. "I do know of a war like that. It was between three werewolf packs, and a witch coven out in the woods. From what I know, they were a bunch of powerful witches, so three packs had joined forces to take them down. They had been performing some sort of magic that had apparently been dangerous according to the surrounding werewolf packs and they had deemed it necessary to bring those witches down," Miss Lillian explained, her frown deepening as she spoke.

I clicked the chat, and a message popped up on the screen. It simply said, “Happy Birthday.” No other words. As if he was going to discuss business with me. He sent it this morning, and I hadn’t replied. I took a deep breath as I shifted my gaze to his avatar. I clicked on it, and his profile picture quickly filled the screen. It was a cartoon picture of a beautiful little bird. This cute avatar didn’t match his serious demeanor, puzzling many. But I knew why he had chosen it. This image was drawn by our old friend, Annika Summers, the woman Nathan had loved with all his heart.