Novel & Cerita White Hat Villainous

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

I asked Hazel, who didn't seem to be fazed by White's actions. "How did you think he earned his fearsome reputation? By being covered in white furs?" She asked sarcastically, trying to catch her breath. "Your father thinks he commands monsters. Soon enough, he'll know of this monster killer." She said, looking me in the eyes. I frowned. White casually sauntered towards us, looking like his normal goofy self... apart from all the blood stains in his fur. "C'mon buddy, I think that's enough for today." Hazel said, patting him lightly. He didn't seem to appreciate that, as he bared his fangs at her in warning.

Done hiding. The White Wolf has risen.

“Your wolf is nothing like the ones the rest of us carry. She is the legendary White Wolf—a creature as breathtakingly beautiful as she is rare. However, her nature is a complex one; she is deeply shy, a trait she has carried through the ages,” Valerius explained, his voice resonant with the weight of his experience.

I asked, trying to sound casual, I failed, but Vlad went on, staring at the walls like he could see his own future, like he could see himself on the imaginary throne, rulling the world. "No, that is not an option, but I do need to capture the white wolf." "So you are a bitter villain; this is all for some kind of payback?" "No, little wolf, this is my destiny; you sound so brave, but your very own heart gives you away. Such a shame that you betray your own kind to work for me." It was no surprise that he knew; of course he would know I was not bitten. Maybe I should take off the contact lenses, but again, I still needed my disguise.

​I was nothing more than a lovesick wolf, silently guarding a woman who still believed she was entirely free of me. ***** Ethan Blackwood, a man universally envied and widely hated, by humans and wolves alike. His enemies were legion, driven by resentment for the crushing power he wielded and his immense, almost obscene wealth. Yet, Ethan had always triumphed, simply by being the strongest, the sharpest, and the most strategically brilliant.

His love for Violet remained steadfast, but he feared the consequences of what lay hidden beneath her guarded facade. In the midst of the ruins, a figure emerged from the shadows—a lone wolf with eyes filled with malice and a voice dripping with venom. It was Alessandro, the notorious lone wolf whose past actions had cast a long shadow over Violet's life. He had tracked them down, driven by a desire for revenge and an insatiable hunger for power.

Because Prince Zaitan could not defeat Prince Zumir, the white vampires would remain lifelong slaves to the blacks, as punishment for their betrayal and theft of black treasures. “The whites are the true villains,” said the late Supreme Luwis, father of Supreme Atcandis. “The blacks are naturally powerful, which is why other races envy them, including wolves, mermaids, fairies, and more. The whites cannot accept that, no matter what they do, they will never equal the blacks’ power. So they sought to destroy them and provoke war for a shallow reason.” “Gradually, Zumir is changing the fate of our race,” Supreme Atcandis said, his eyes still fixed on the burning palace of the white vampires.

“Exactly. Whoever has her has to be powerful. Powerful enough to stop Mazy from even feeling her.” “A witch?” I offer. “A vampire?” he says, “Or a powerful white wolf.” I screw my nose up at that one. “If it is a powerful white wolf, wouldn’t he or she be on our side?” He shrugs. “Not all the white wolves are on our side. Some don’t want anything to do with the war either way. There are a few that disagree, which is why I will find them first.” “Mazy has a lot of faith that you will find her. Is she right?”

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.