Wicked Villains Novels & Stories

A cunning and power-hungry Alpha named Viktor, began to plot against the New Gardens Pack. Viktor, driven by jealousy and a desire for dominance, gathered a group of rogue werewolves and lycans who shared his ambition. Together, they devised a plan to weaken the New Gardens Pack and ultimately overthrow Lucian. Alessia and Adrian, ever vigilant, sensed the growing threat and took immediate action. They bolstered the pack's defenses, tightened security, and forged alliances with other packs who were willing to stand against Viktor's forces.

“Is it? When you looked into the Wicked’s eyes, tell me, what did you see?” “I saw…” I stopped, swallowing hard. The memory clawed its way back—those mismatched eyes, one red, one black. The same eyes I’d seen every day for years. My stomach turned. “No,” I whispered. “No, I’d know if—” “You did know.” The Wizard’s voice cut through me like a blade. “You felt it the moment he stood before you. You just refused to accept it. The Wicked isn’t Carter’s enemy, Charlie. He is Carter—everything he’s buried, everything the mark was meant to awaken.”

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

“And… I’ve thought about you spanking me. Hard. Until my ass is red and I’m crying, but still begging for more.” Ethan groaned and kissed her deeper. “Fuck, Lila. That’s hot. I’m going to make every one of those happen. We’ll start slow, but I want the full list. Write it down for me tomorrow. Every dirty fantasy. The dark ones, the shameful ones, the ones you’re scared to say out loud. I want them all.” He pulled his fingers out and made her suck them clean, tasting their mixed juices. “And after you give me the list… I’m going to start checking them off. One by one. Starting with the riskiest one you have.”

"I've jerked off in that shower you use, imagining you were on your knees in there, soaping up my cock, choking on it until you couldn't breathe and tears ran down your face. I've imagined stretching you out on my workbench in the garage, using my tools on you, not the wrenches, Skylar. The sharp ones. The ones that pinch. The ones that leave marks." Her eyes went wide. Then glazed with a horrified fascination. That's it, I thought, feeling a dark, psychotic thrill shoot straight to my groin, making my cock leak pre-cum into my boxers. Look at me like I'm a monster. Because I am. I'm the boogeyman you've been teasing. "Damian wants to be your Daddy," I hissed, my finger hooking just under th

I tell her, thinking of tiny Heather’s big eyes focused on me when she’d think about it, knowing I’d have all the right answers. The witch’s head tilts, “What would you tell her?” She asks, and I smile looking over at the multicolored skies as the sun starts to set. “I’d tell her she was right, but also wrong. I’d say it’s not the things the villain does per say that makes them the villain. It’s the inability to empathize with their opponents point of view. Their inability to know right from wrong. Two wrongs don’t make a right.” I tell her, and she ticks her tongue. “Do you still feel that way?”

"You may have some tricks up your sleeve, but you cannot defeat us all. We are relentless." A defiant smile curved my lips as I locked eyes with Rowland. "Together, we are unstoppable." Drawing upon the depths of my power, I unleashed a surge of dark magic that wasn't noticed, swirling and crackling around my fangs. The energy pulsated through my body, heightening my senses and sharpening my focus. With each strike, my movements became a symphony of precision and strength. As the battle waged on, the villains realized the futility of their efforts. They exchanged wary glances, a silent agreement passing between them. With a final snarl, they turned tail and fled, retreating into the shadows.

The Children of the Blessed were idiots; they were fools. "Other than more recruits for me, and you staying well away from the wall, we have no idea what all these attacks mean," the mercenary continued. Particularly if the High Wiz begin to show up— or, worse still, one of the High Lords. They would make the virelya appear to be canines. I examined her rough, scarred hands, which were dried out by the weather. "Have you ever encountered a different kind of Witch?" "You don't want to know, girl—not unless you want to be hurling up your breakfast," she said as her eyes closed.

It was a face from his past, someone who shared his desire for revenge. "Killian Montgomery," George growled, his voice laced with malice. "It seems fate has brought us together once again. And this time, we will make them pay for what they've done." Killian Montgomery, a malevolent figure driven by his own dark ambitions, stepped into the light. His eyes gleamed with a twisted delight, reveling in the prospect of vengeance. A sinister alliance was formed as the two villains joined forces, their malevolence intertwining like tendrils of darkness.

Valentine pointed toward the elder, who had now seated herself on one of the broken steps of the ruined staircase. The guard paused and squinted, trying to get a better look. His expression quickly stiffened, and his eyes widened the moment he recognized her. “That’s Old Thena, Alpha. She’s one of the oldest and most powerful werewolves in the slums.” He swallowed hard, sweat trickling down his face. “The oathbreaker,” Valentine whispered. The curve of her lips lifted higher as an idea slowly began to take shape in her mind. That immediately caught the others’ attention, drawing them closer. Within seconds, the entire pack had turned its focus toward the group below.