Wicked Villains Novels & Stories

Not one. I glare at the wrinkled map spread out on my desk. The four cardinal parklands surrounding the King's capital, are most prominent. My eyes drift a little to the right and right there, behind a section of mountains, are the infamous Witches Kingdoms. My pack stands right on the outskirts of their kingdom, so we get our occasional influx of sirens and witches into my pack all looking for their mates... if they happen to have one. Before the new Aradia (Witche Queen), a witche mating with a werewolf would've been illegal and a cause of banishment. But Lois, my best friend, became the new Aradia and the practices of the old laws were no more.

“The first war started because the dark whims were able to enter a cub. And the cub grew up to be ruthless and ambitious. She tried to—.” “SHE?” “Yes, she. A werewoman.” Rum squinted with suspicions. “Are you like superimposing your world’s history into my world’s history now? A female can be a Hitler or Voldermort. We were like you humans, we didn’t think that a female would be capable. And then the dark whims took advantage of that.” I hugged my knees and stared at my design. “So you’re saying that the dark whims chose a female to evade capture? And they actually succeeded?”

I guess time could heal but this wound won't. In case you were wondering, the Volkari's were a coven of very ancient and elite vampires. They were nothing but blood thirsty parasites if you asked me and are the mortal enemies of us werewolves. What made them so dangerous was that they had thousands of armies and they were presumably spread out to every corner of the world with one sole motive, to cause destruction wherever they went. Vampires in the Volkari pack were evil and every pack knew better than to draw their attention. I brushed those thoughts out of my mind as I slammed the door of my black Rolls Royce as I reached my intended destination. I had arrived at Coffee bay, the best café

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. 一 What are you still doing in front of me? 一 I asked and started to leave, but the girl brutally pulled my arm. 一 You attract attention wherever you walk 一 She uttered the words with hatred and squeezed my arm 一 You're going to lose everything 一 She threatened almost spitting and then I smiled evil. 一 Who do you think you are to threaten me? 一 I asked pulling my arm with all my strength. 一 Your worst nightmare 一 He said with hesitation in his voice.

' he thought. Wicked Tribe was founded in Lasbonrket. It was known for its different variations of evil spells. It shared the same fame as the Yellow Ghost Tribe from Cesun. Both of them used to be the most popular evil practitioner organizations in history. All of their members were evil practitioners who practiced black magic such as making zombies from dead people, mind control, and others. Most of the time, cultivators were easily tricked and fell into their traps because of their black magic.

He was behaving like a real prick. Pierce and him still had their issues but everything was going okay with the pack. When I'm at the gym knocking the shit out of the punching bag everyday, I hear the other werewolves saying what a good job he's been doing and how he should run the pack instead of Pierce, that was a low blow, I just glared at them and that shut them up instantly. The girls couldn't stop drooling over his God of a body and I wanted to snap their necks but I had to control my wolf.

“We need to hit them before they reach the ridge. If they take that high ground, it’ll be over.” “We’ll set traps, use the forest to our advantage,” Damien said, eyes scanning the horizon as if he could see the enemy through the trees. “But it won’t be easy. They’re stronger than before—warlocks, rogues, even some dark sorcerers who answer to Viktor personally.” My heart clenched. I had faced Viktor before—seen the depths of his cruelty and cunning—but this new threat, this army of darkness, felt like a shadow growing beyond anything I had imagined.

This man was also well-known in Celandine City, and his name was Viv Hudson. Viv was famous in Celandine City not because of how capable he was, but because this person was especially good at blackmailing, framing, and inciting. Many big bosses and enterprises were also defeated by him. People must not offend him. This man was a classic shameless person. The more you offended him, the more he wanted to fight you until the end. He would frame you up and use all sorts of despicable tricks on you. People always said one should offend a wicked person than offend a good person, and Viv was a typical wicked person.

He rose from his seat, “I’ll be able to make it home on time for my twentieth anniversary.” “Congratulations,” I was at the doorway by now, “Take care everyone.” Duke and I boarded the chopper, heading home to our families. There was not much that we could do except dispatch the gatekeepers to find the criminals and retrieve the relics. Being on the council caused me to be in the middle of everything occurring on this globe. Rogues who target with reasoning usually have a master villain in the background. It was apparent that the witches and wolves collaborated, and if vampires were involved, I believed that they were sure to attack my pack. If they did, my suspicions would be confirmed.

"A dead were-creature was willing to help him in exchange for great power. The plan is he helps Mr. Wilkinson find the were-creatures and in return, Mr. Wilkinson with his invention would put the control of all the were-creatures in the hands of his generation." "Stupid plan. Mr. Wilkinson is a lunatic. If he finds the wereworld, all were-creatures would suffer." "That dead were-creature is ambitious, that was what Nyx told me. Mr. Wilkinson is only a pawn. The real villain is the dead were-creature and his descendants. Nyx knew these, so with the help of my mother and me, she made sure Mr. Wilkinson patronized a spirit medium that would block every communication with the spirit of this were