Wicked Villains Series Novels & Stories

“She sabotaged the leadership, smashed an artifact right in my command sector, and twisted the evidence to send the executioners after my mate. The Blackwynd Moon Dominion doesn’t tolerate this kind of betrayal. Since her own wolf started this mutiny, she’ll answer to the pack’s laws no exemptions, no matter how much she whimpers about her family.” The Matriarch kept silent, watching him with the calculating stillness of someone who’d survived more border wars than anyone could count. She knew pleading would never thaw Vickon’s heart. His name inspired dread all over the northern valleys a wolf no one could budge. I could see the exact place where Vickon’s dominance was covering me, shieldin

“Found you, ” I whispered. Beneath it, my mother had written: The Witches of Virelyn. I swallowed and kept reading. They were an ancient coven. Power-hungry and dangerous that sold their magic to powerful packs in exchange for protection and influence. They specialized in dark magic. Not reckless chaos, but controlled corruption. Enhancements. Manipulation. Control. Anything. My fingers trembled as I turned the page. They were wiped out after a spell meant to bind wolves permanently to feral instincts went wrong. No

"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.

She was curious about what power the young witch truly possessed, after hearing all the stories and gossip in town. As planned, they split into twogroups. Valentine’s pack would be the main force, while she went with Selene’s group as support, moving behind them to rescue the three vagabonds. It didn’t take long before the BlueSnow werewolves finally encountered the ghouls. Valentine’s beta let out a howl, signaling the attack. Blood, guts, and bone flew as the pack plowed into the horde. In their V formation,they pierced straight into the mass of undead.

As I absorbed this information, I realized that my understanding of werewolves and their societal structures was just beginning, and there was much more to learn Marie then shifted to discussing the fifth faction, her tone growing more somber. "This group could be considered the most formidable and perilous. They have ties to the human underworld, controlling mafia networks, gambling rings, drug trafficking, and various illegal enterprises. Even governments hesitate to confront them. Their leader is Alex, known as the Dark King. He has subdued several Alpha werewolves, turning them into his elite forces. His ambition is to conquer the Werewolves Kingdom. Alex is notorious for his cruelty – m

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.

“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.”

Stumbling back three feet, caught off guard, Wicked snarls, touching his lower lip with a look of rage blazing in his green irises. “You fucking bitch!” Wicked growls, looking at his fingers that have a splash of blood tainting them. Ele violently wipes her hand across her mouth, then spits at Wickeds’ feet with disgust. “You will live to regret stealing a kiss that didn’t belong to you, Wicked Ripley.” She hisses as she straightens her spine. “My last set of words weren’t for you to prove me wrong.” A sinister chuckle vibrates from Wickeds’ chest as he combs his fingers through his silky black hair. “It’s true what they say about the Drakos’ women.”

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.