Nightshade is a villain. A very good villain. Her quirk is perfect for her line of work. Not for hero-ing. What will she do when Nezu recruits her to U.A. to change her ways? Will she change? These questions plague Nightshade as she walks through the halls of U.A. High. What about a certain heterochromatic boy? I DON'T OWN BNHA!

[Thank you for 100k+ reads! I'm glad you enjoyed (or I hope you enjoy) my absolutely dreadful and embarrassing work of fiction.] IM AWARE THIS IS BAD Please keep in mind that certain parts of this story that I write was what my adolescent mind thought was edgy and interesting. I take it all back but people seem to have fun reading it so I'll keep this book up for now. Plus I'm super lazy to edit the chapters, ngl. Not to mention that process would be chaotic af. *Unfortunately, this book is discontinued*

edit 3/9/23 I wrote this when I was 12 so please disregard the age-old "I'm not like other girls" trope and anything else ok thanks 🤓🤓 "They say the Woodland King's voice makes the rivers flow fast, and his claws could shred men into ribbons of flesh and bone." Every one hundred years, the feared Woodland King captures an unfortunate human from the kingdom of Llewellenar to serve him until their death. When twelve-year-old Lilibeth's father suddenly disappears, she must embark on a relentless quest to save him from the clutches of a murderous beast. As she ventures deeper and deeper into the world of the Woodland King, she befriends an unusual ally and uncovers a hidden truth that no human in Llewellenar history has ever done before. Highest: #19 in Fantasy, #1 in Folklore, #1 in Faerie, #1 in Retelling Cover made by @-starless

"NO!" I pull at his hand, trying to restrain it from hitting the glass. He can't break it! "Please, don't!" I cry out, only to be thrown across the room, my body colliding with the wall. My only way home, my only chance to see the world I love and know. And just like that, his fist collides with the mirror, the glass shattering to the ground as I scream. Tears begin to fall as I scream at him, watching as he approaches me like a predator, his hands bloody, his eyes turning black. I'm trapped here, forever. And he couldn't be more happy.