Your Son Is The Villain Novels & Stories

Wait- I shouldn't just believe this fucking unknown creature, he's my enemy and not my parents, I should never let him take over me and make me doubt those whom I love. "You can't answer your own son, can you? How about let's tell him the evil side of you? I'm tired of seeing your son treating you like you're the kindest werewolf of them all because we all know that you're far from that! You're way more than being satanic!" He shouted at my parents who seems to be guilty of what he's saying. What's happening? Why are they acting like this in front of this bastard?

Her lips trembled, and she couldn't say a single word. Kylie stood to the side. The expression on her face changed from hurt and pitiful to stunned. Her entire body went stiff in the end. Adam wrapped an arm around me protectively. He then looked at our son, Christopher. "Is this how you manage your company? Did you hire actual employees or a group of thugs? How could they hurt your mother like this?" Christopher didn't answer, but he clenched his jaws hard. He walked over and carefully took Hammie from me.

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.

"Davrin's condition, whatever it is, is not his fault. He's nineteen years old and his father has been lying to Imperial authorities about his Class designation for four years to protect an inheritance Davrin never asked for. Korin said Davrin is a decent person who's been trapped by his father's ambition." She paused. "If you use this information, you're not just threatening Orvane. You're threatening Davrin too. And Davrin has done nothing to you." Kael sat with that for a long moment. It was true. Davrin was collateral damage in a conflict between Kael and Orvane. Using the Class designation leverage would destroy the son's future to pressure the father's present decisions. It was ruthles

“Exactly! Why only my son was harmed? This is a fucking conspiracy. Alpha Bruno, this is such a great insult to us that as your guests, I and my children are getting attacked constantly. Is this your control over your pack? You can not even find a god damn killer who is trying to murder my son?!” Alpha Bruno’s face changed to malicious fury, “If I was planning to kill your son, or letting him be killed under my watch, he would have been dead long ago. Isn’t this just an unfortunate event? And doesn’t your son has a tendency to lie like a fucking pro? Are you sure he didn't just hit himself to get out of the prison?” “Bruno, you are crossing a damn line!”

But it doesn’t concern me, he killed me father without even thinking, why do I have to think if something’s beating inside his chest or not? “No one can escape fate… you were a princess, yet you found yourself tangled in this world. Even if I had a father like yours, nothing would’ve changed, I’d still be the monster I am today” “Are you happy being a monster?” his replies were only shocking me even more, how far has Alaric gone to make his son this insane. No one wants to be a hero these days, but being a villain was never one’s motive. Is he--- happy with the way he is?

Father says with a sneer and I feel my fingernails lengthen. "You tried to have my son murdered, and my ex-mate was partially behind it," Patrick growls and Father shrugs as if the information shouldn't be upsetting. "Like I said, water under the bridge. My plan failed. Your son lived. And he stands here today proving his mother has some value because we both know his strength didn't come from you," Father says egging on the angry Alpha. "You son of a bitch," Patrick growls as he lunges towards my Father.

I answer him and his eyebrows. “The Cartel? Are they trying to wage war?” “I would assume so. They think I have gone soft with a wife and children. We need to prove them wrong.” A sinister smile crosses my son’s face, one I know very well. Bloodlust. “Will I be trained to take part, pappa?” He asks, basically bouncing off the walls and causing me to chuckle. “I would not have it any other way, zver’.” I reply, calling him by his nickname received this past summer. Beast.

"He is a child. He has done nothing to your pack." "He is a threat," Torvald spat. He took a half step backward, his rear paws slipping on the slick edge of the shelf. "His blood is mixed with the South. He has the silver and the gold. He will grow to be a monster that does not respect the old ways. If he lives, the traditionalists will be nothing but servants to your dead army." "He is my son," Killian said.

He removed his face near his mumma and sat on her lap “My …..Mum..Mmma …..My bobbie…” Nandini's eyes widened in shock and Falcone’s eyes popped out listening to his words. Aspan stifled his laugh when Falcone glared at him. he freed the staff and came to his Son “You are so much Naughty Son! He is your father’s close friend and companion. How can you torcher him?”she glared at Damien makinh jim hate Aslan more His third opponant after his Father and Uncle