A Useless Villain Novels & Stories

Tears streamed down her face as she cursed her self for being unfortunate, after hours of sitting by herself, after hours of pouring out all her tears she had, she just layed their unable to fall asleep. Her conscience judged her greatly so much that she couldn't even fall asleep, she knew that if her mother was alive, her mother would never support her in killing her own best friend. That instance, her mother's words rang into her ears, "by cutting off the head is never the solution to an headache" "Why me?" She sobbed quietly, her whole life had no meaning at all, she saw her self as a villain, a villain with no life at all. She took a useless game too far, even though she became the winne

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.

"From what's left of him?" "From what's left of me." For one unguarded second the villainess of my story looked twenty-seven and tired. "A Voss who turns doesn't get a clean ending. I'll need someone powerful enough to give me one anyway. That's the deal. Information, for a future." "You're asking me to trust the most dangerous liar I've ever met," I said, "on the strength of a sad face by a dead fountain."

"The cup came from my own brother's house. Your uncle Rick poured the poison into the bottle on the third night of the warm-current season. He chose a vintage I drank only on private suppers because he wanted my death to look like grief had finally caught me." "The boy you love is his tool. Liam has been lying with his shoulders since before he asked for your hand. He was never the architect of this, daughter. He was the instrument. He is the dagger your uncle has been sharpening for three years and you are the wedding it was forged for." "The girl is yours. Your cousin Rose has been his lover for as long as he has been your suitor. She does not love him. She loves being chosen. He never qui

She didn’t care either way since, for her, survival was everything just like how she was using the military man and how he was using her body, so she thought they were even. When that crazy man broke out and started killing people, she ran into Caleb Carter’s group. He was the most powerful man in the end of the world, she really wanted him but she was a normal person and had no ability but she still wanted to live so she lied and told him that the man was a monster, so he killed the crazy man but in the end she still ended up dead because the wall was destroyed and zombies entered the base.

yet} She ignored it and carried on with her business. {UwU Host is really shameless. I feel tainted. My virginity is gone!**wails noisily} **Ugh, how did I end up with such a noisy system?

The thing about power is that if you aren't careful, it tends to consume you, messing with your mind and turning you into something your friends no longer recognize. Karistus was running off of raw, ancient power direct from the Gods, and as she went from country to country recruiting her soldiers, it was beginning to take its toll.

said Chelsea as she backed away without any protection or weapon she wasn't sure how she should take on Wilson. [ Abicio : - a dark magic , that saps all the mana of the opponent , no one except the royal family is allowed to use it] " You seem to have forgotten that my mother is Lord Vale's sister , and the poison clan is the one who created this magic , am I not allowed to use my own magic now ?" said Wilson as he loomed closer to her like a predator , Chelsea kept backing away from her until she saw knife sticking on the fruit bowl . She lunged for it - and slashed it at Wilson , the apple sticking on the knife flew and hit him on the eye and he staggered .

It was more like an insult that is punishable by execution. They showed their ridicule at her seeing how powerless she is compared to their kingdom. Though it was true that the sovier kingdom is powerless and small compared to them. But it doesn't mean that they can't fight back. After all, it was Alisha the villainous who was ruling the kingdom. Not only is she capable of ruling she was able to tame the wild and powerful man like Macbeth. Who was known as the king of evil in the arena.

All that she went through, All those moments in which she laughed and cried, ..Just a dream. She tries to combat the seething avalanche of tears that have been building up: "What do I expect?" Her story.. It was a tale of a villainess, overall. Villains don't have happy endings. An emotional exhaustion overwhelms her. Her throat holds back something between a sob and a shout. Then suddenly, she feels something sharp pressed against her leg, under the white sheets. When she reaches under to grab the item, her eyes widen.