Wordgirl Villains นิยาย & เรื่องราว

If hе tries tо рull аnything, hе’ll rеgrеt it. I’vе mаde tоo mаny enemies tо let my guаrd down nоw. Mаrcellus is still оut thеrе, аnd Thеоdоrе’s littlе mеntiоn оf him wаsn’t just idle tаlk. Somеthing’s brеwing, аnd I nееd tо bе rеаdy. But оne thing’s fоr surе: I’m nоt letting аnyоne gеt closе tо mе, nоt Kyren, nоt Mаrcellus, nоt аnyоne.

Who's that lady? Harriet chuckled a bit, then shot Phuture a glance with Wangari for an answer. "Celie Ward." Phuture answered. "Valeur transmigrated me into her body... after she was killed by demons of The Axis. Like that guy over there." A shiver went down Wangari's spine at the name Valeur, she said. "If Valeur is behind this... then this is something The Shrine will definitely be involved in. Phuture baby, we need to get you back in your true vessel immediately and let Ms. Celie Ward rest in peace."

No matter what she looked like, she was a Sif. But even without the most common elven traits, Thea Sif was still the most beautiful woman Lara had ever seen. And probably the most dangerous. Thea was calmly looking at Lara and waiting. Lara swallowed and, feeling the numerous pains of all her past days on horseback, reported: "He's with one of the goblin warlords. Lady Sif listened in silence The report went on and on, and then Lara concluded: “My lady, he is getting stronger and

She said still not feeling very comfortable to call him father since she alrady had one calling the devil as such would feel like cheating somehow " Nonsense! All his relatives are in hell and most of them almost never leave this place!" The male goblin was getting angry and impatient with the girl standing in front of him " Can you prove it?" Asked the female goblin also looking some kind of annoyed Celea than turned her gray eyes into golden, the eye color that represented the devils blood " Is that enough of a proof?" Asked Celea " tch, what kind of a proof is that? Get lost before I decide to have you for dinner"

If I could get most of the nobles on my side… maybe we could win. “Fine,” I sighed, sitting back down on the plush couch. Lackeys, a dark, isolated base, a throne, and soon enough, an army… I’ve become a proper villainess. “Although I strongly believe that we should prioritize peaceful methods. We should only consider rebellion-slash-invasion as a last resort. I am not interested in ruling an empire devastated by war.” Some of them expressed discontent with what I said. “And there’s something you forget…” I pressed a palm on my forehead. “I have no claim on the Volfenheim throne. I am only sent here as a consort.”

"Young, old, ugly?" I'm startled by the question, and I shouldn't be. I found the only female Shadow Warrior in existence or so we thought. Now we know there are more. It was Marinah's reaction to the woman that told me she was Warrior. I didn't feel her Warrior essence, but Marinah did. "Warrior." It's what he really wants to know. His eyes grow thoughtful, and he changes the question slightly. "Young, ugly?" My lips twitch even if I don't want them to. "Would you care if she looked like a hyena with crossed eyes?"

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.

Alpha Evan explained, asking what he wanted to at the end while Miss Lillian listened attentively, clearly willing to help as much as she could. Her brows furrowed as she thought about it. "I do know of a war like that. It was between three werewolf packs, and a witch coven out in the woods. From what I know, they were a bunch of powerful witches, so three packs had joined forces to take them down. They had been performing some sort of magic that had apparently been dangerous according to the surrounding werewolf packs and they had deemed it necessary to bring those witches down," Miss Lillian explained, her frown deepening as she spoke.

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

She vanished in the thick air with an equally confused expression on her face. “See you in Macabantrah, cutie pie!!!” I yelled after her with a smirk. We turned around and faced witches. Ginger warlock, a black girl and a girl with eerie white eyes approached closer. “So, the word has spread that you, the pishogue crafters, want to fight against Wengarthria. Once a traitor, always a traitor.