White Hat Villainous Novels & Stories

Their greed is what had annoyed the moon goddess and that was why she wiped them off the surface of the earth. Besides, apart from their greed, it was discovered that they weren’t going to use their powers for good. They were going to usurp the king and cause chaos in the lands. They couldn’t be allowed to possess such powers, it would have turned them into evil villains that cannot be controlled. The White witches were the perfect people to wield such powers, they never hurt anyone with their gifts, it was always used for good and they were always there for the king when he needs them and they worked pretty hard to maintain the peace amongst us. Good deeds and peace talks have been what the

“Winterpaw is not the true villain. The true villain is one who has lied so successfully that he has created a false narrative, which all of us – me included, to begin with – bought into. Because it is easier to hate that which we already hate than draw new conclusions that make us think.” Another person stepped forward. Warrior Wolf Peotne, a woman with multiple long braids starting at her scalp and a swagger to her stride. “Is that villain Haile?” she asked, her dark eyes like daggers as they pierced into me. “False narrative, lies, betrayal… I thought Alpha Ares was dead. Or do my own eyes deceive me?” I bit my lip and stayed quiet. I had dug this hole for myself, and I knew that shouting

As much as I would like to cover you in vomit, I won’t give you the satisfaction of seeing any reaction from me. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you and your pack are no rival to ours,” the blue-violet eyed psychiatrist sneered at him. “They will easily use you as a rug to clean their leather Italian shoes. We have more of an Alpha than you will ever be. Not even a hundred versions of you can match V.” Her tone was calm, despite her smirk. Still in her disadvantaged state, she knew how to press this hated villain’s buttons and get a couple of laughs from his reactions, and whatever important information that she could acquire.

I told him and he grew a little tense as he saw some worry etched on my face. "What is wrong?" He asked in worry. "I have a past. A past that follows me. You know since I'm the white wolf, some people know about the gift that I possess." And with that I explained to him everything; how they wanted my gift and that they could have it only if they killed me.

"Everyone thinks they want a hero... Someone to save the day, but a hero, unfortunately, would kill you if it meant saving the world." She turned her gaze away. There was a flicker of something in her eyes. "What you really want, if you know what's good for you at least--" "Deli'--" "Is someone who would burn the world down to keep you safe," she looked back at me. "The wolves of the Blood Moon, the sons of Fenris, have always been this way." "Don't call Xavier a villain." "He'd like it, and if that wench gets to make him and his entire family out to be harbingers of destruction, then I get the right to call him a villain." She chuckled. "Even if he is more of a villainous hero..."

the voice was right behind us, startling Nessa and me, “It’s time we end this cat-and-mouse game.” The voice belonged to a rather huge man with a broad chest and rippling muscles. He seemed like a regular human, but he was painted white from the hair on his head to the toe on his feed. “Recognize him?” Nessa asked. “No,” I replied, then yelled at the man, “who are you? And what do you want?” “I am the White Wolf,” he smiled, even his teeth were painted white, “and it’s time to die little girl.” “Shit!” Nessa cursed. She definitely picked that from me, “can you transform it?”

To beguile my submission instead of being like Farrah, the Worgen, who decisively touched me and absorbed what she wanted instead of this man trying to deceive me. He huffed. “I know your body.” Deliberate eyes roamed down my body and slowly back up. “Inside and out.” Shifting uncomfortably, I snorted with abhorrence. "You're not Valen. You are nothing like him, so show your true self.” I demanded icily. “Only cowards hide their real identities.” It was worse when you pretended to be something that you weren’t. “I am hiding nothing.” “Then unmask yourself and tell me about the white-haired woman. What do you and your people want?”

It felt surreal, and I needed to confirm, so I lunged at her. "We've been waiting for over thirty minutes. Why are you late?" Slapping her would put her in her place and dispel any illusions she had or wherever she borrowed those clothes from, but a force stopped me before my hand could reach her. My buttocks hit the floor painfully, as the source of the force showed no mercy. The man in the white suit reminded me of the rumors about the legendary Giovanni Dawson, the ruthless mafia don worth billions of dollars. He was also nicknamed the devil in white.

His reputation preceded White Wolf, and the title of King of Assassins was nothing more than a childish joke before the unparalleled Alexander. "Are you sorry? Really?" Alexander's impassive gaze bore into White Wolf as he walked toward White Wolf, his tone as calm as ever. "Your betrayal of the Blood Sickle and seizure of the organization have not gone unnoticed. "So, I heard that you are very proud, very smug, and very powerful?" As Alexander drew nearer, White Wolf trembled and involuntarily retreated to distance himself. His fear drove him to his knees, pleading for mercy. His once proud, ambitious facade shattered and disappeared before Alexander's overwhelming presence.

I gathered more energy to take them out one by one. “Stand down!” Their leader in the cowboy hat stalked through the door, gazing at the scene. “This is what happens when you disrespect the white wolf. She is a gift. We are winning our war because of her powers. The scales are finally tipped in our favor...” What? The energy moved out of me into a storm—a small storm with gale-force winds that knocked the hunters into one another. The leader knelt in front of my cage, mumbling some prayer. Others followed his lead. These men were getting crazier and crazier.