Villan Novels & Stories

'Apologies,' came the woman again, 'my data shows that you have no idea who I am. "Your data ?" quizzed Lucas. "Who are you?" Natasha turned back to the woman. 'I'm identified as Sally—an interactive consciousness created by Dr. Katherine Patterson,' replied the woman, 'I am a first class artificial intelligence designed to solve problems, analyze and configure data as well as manipulating data to predict future outcomes and possibilities.' "What?" came both Lucas and Natasha. 'Think of me as a network but in the form of a human being.' "So, you're a robot?" asked Lucas.

would fall, and Hyperion—he would beg for mercy before I was done with him. “Damon!” A voice said. It was Black vortex, Caleb, my right-hand man. Caleb was tall and lean, with sharp features and a chilling smile that could freeze anyone in their tracks. He had the ability to manipulate shadows, bending them to his will, creating illusions that could disorient or terrify his enemies. This power made him a master of stealth, able to move unseen and strike from the darkness. The mention of her name sent a jolt of soaek through me. Lila. My beautiful Raven. She was the one thing I couldn’t get out of my mind. Even after we had broken up she was the one thing that made every scheme worth it.

“Greetings to the little moon of the Drachentia Kingdom, Your Highness the Crown Princess, may Lord Drachen always bless your day.” Said the man, Fuschia blinking fast before returning to her graceful form. “May Lord Drachen bless your day.” Fuschia squinted. “Ah, I’m sorry I was late in introducing myself. My name is Elysian Houwret von Bellrose, third son of Marquise Bellrose, I am a librarian in charge.”

-the one that caused a dimple to imprint on his defined jaw, milky hair- much like hers- tousled. Her eyes danced over the vague similarity of Luca's eyes to Jasper's. The first was the lashes that framed them, both men had thick, dark lashes—stunning. The second was the blue—though Genevieve would admit, Jasper's eyes were a sapphire much nicer; deeper on the edges and bright and icy in the centre—Luca's eyes presented as a reminder of Jasper's... something undeniably pleasing.

- a hoarse voice says behind me. When I turned around, I saw a huge gray and black wolf that seemed to glow. His eyes were stark white as if he were blind, but he looked me in the eye intently. - Who are you? Where am I? - I asked him. - I have many names, but you can call me Vánagandr. Before the Moon Goddess created the Werewolves, she created the Lycons, and before the Lycans there were only wolves. I am the father of all wolves. As for why you're here, you are between life and death in the great garden that will take you back to life or to the realm of the dead.

“I know you are hurt but it is not in our tradition to weep for the dead. It calls for a celebration instead because your Aunt Rhea gets to meet mother gaia.” Violet held Rhea's hands and flinched at how cold they were. In the past, there were so warm.. “I'm sorry, aunt Rhea.” Violet whispered. “I heard from the warriors that a man with blonde hair and green eyes killed the queen.” Violet felt chills erupt on her skin. “He is popularly known as Poison.” Violet looked at the distaste in Lilly's eyes and shuddered. “Mother—” “—Did you call the queen's killer your friend?”

I look at him, her name leaving my lips like a breath "Vanilla" "She was in Vino apparently, with her cute friend who we'd get to later cause he's so fucking dead" He's still looking at Doc "But that's not the cute part. The cute part is where she left out how Vanilla is being followed by Drasknes" Drasknes. Assassin's that kill for Aerians. They are efficient and expensive but good at what they do. They have never missed a kill, from what I have heard "They haven't killed her"

She is in the grave, unable to watch her child grow. Ramon Fridling was the only thing in her mind, Violet was hell bent on killing him, it was another mission of hers, to kill Ramon Fridling because he was the reason why Scarlet died. If Scarlet didn’t marry him, she was going to be alive today, but she isn’t.

I stumbled into the path of a fucking villain. Well, calling it a squad back then was generous. It was just Regis and a silent Class A Beta who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else in the world. I remembered crawling through the high itchy grass, bruised and bleeding, only to look up and see Regis leaning against a thick oak tree, a wicked, lazy smirk on his face. He didn't help me. Of course he didn't. Why would he? He was Regis Nightshade— a bastard, dirtier than the devil himself, who cared about nothing and no one.

Asena said dropping her sleeve. "I don't understand?" Rebecca asked looking at Villa rise to her feet. "You see, Villa's mother was human, and her father was a hybrid, so you can call her a half hybrid, we call her a mixbreed, everyone knew of the infamous Villa Du Bois Muriel, the most feared huntress in the Silver cross, little did anyone know she was merely a human thanks to the Cross banning her from drinking blood... And since she has human blood in her she can decide to be one of course, that's what she was when she stepped in here Rebecca, a human, any human man strong enough could have overpowered her, I dare say even you were stronger than her... Until now"