Behold The True Villainess Novels & Stories

It's just an illusion. I blinked, but the scene in front of me didn't disappear. It was real, but I realized what he meant. His words gave me a little strength to believe in myself. Esther is a manipulator, a witch, and a vampire. She is the perfect combination of all the features of a perfect villain. She doesn't have to force people to do what she wants.

She is finally dead. “We’ve gotten rid of the bitch,” Dmitri and the others celebrated, and I just stood there. I guess we all misunderstood her. I’m happy we gave her the death she wanted. Moon Goddess, however, is the villain; she is the one ruining the wolves and causing unnecessary wars that are claiming innocents. “You don’t seem happy,” Damien said, standing beside me. I turned to him, looking at the blood on his cheeks, and I smiled. “We will talk about that later,” I said, and he nodded his head.

ISADORA POV Sometimes, the truth is not the truth.Maybe we should pay more attention to the lies that the truth veils.You cannot blame me for being too quick to fall for him. He came as a saint and spoke all the right words, making the woman's English look massively out of sync with the things he said. He made me think there was no other like him, no other like me; I basked in the lie that I was the only one with the female organ that deserved the honor of his bed.He was perfect on paper, but he was lying to my face.“You make my world go round; you make beauty look so underrated.” He would thrill me with the words.Well, I guess I underrated his ability to see beyond me.He was no different fr

The laugh grew, echoing maniacal. "I can see! I can see!" She spun back, laughing loud, head thrown back. A dangerous smile split her face—sharp, fanged almost, eyes gleaming with feral joy. She turned to me, that smile promising chaos. "You want to know how to defeat Vuk?" she purred, stepping closer. "I will tell you..." The hunger in me roared. This was it. My villainess, born from blood and demon eyes. Together, we'd devour the North.

Because I was a corridor staff member with fabricated papers from Ruen who had spent a year engineering proximity and the Emperor of the Aurelian continent could not choose the girl who sorted letters at his east garden gate. I knew this. I had always known this. The golden threads burned in my chest with the specific, devastating patience of twelve years' worth of certainty — and for the first time since I was seven years old on a fence post watching him pass through my village, the certainty felt less like knowledge and more like a wound. The senior household steward stepped forward. "His Imperial Majesty has made his selection." Silence. Total. Five hundred people not breathing. "Lady Ser

My grandmother listens as if she has found something worth studying. “It applies to my personal life and my position at Blackwood. I am elegant, and my strength lies in mystery. To navigate life, I possess the wisdom of a serpent and a venom for danger,” she concludes. “A venom for danger!” my mother bursts into laughter. “And as wise as a serpent,” my grandmother adds, entertained. “You must have been in danger before. Strengthen your venom with this ,” my mother says, handing her champagne before leaving to attend to visitors. “You’re such a gothic blessing,” my grandmother chuckles. “I always thought to survive danger, don’t try to be innocent. Bite those who bite you, or they’ll trample

She said, hoping she would clear it before it got to the ears of other people. The other maids shook their heads. “I knew it. She was nothing but a snake. Trying to crawl into the bed of a Royal!” “She is a viper. She should have died in the place of Soli!” “Exactly, she is nothing but a witch. Seducing a Royal!” “I thought as much. There's absolutely nothing attractive Prince Divine must have seen on her. She must have used some charms!” “Yes, we should search her things. She might be using voodoo!”

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.

The worst two to deal with. I had only seen and fought Valerian once, but he looked just as hideously punchable as before with that dumb beard and stupid expression. Selene Thornwood though? Campy vampire lady, I didn’t know how else to put it. She looked exactly like the bitch I thought she would be. And there was our mate, pinned to the floor, blood gushing from the slice near her wrist and the scratches on her cheek as it poured into the spell circle below her.

{System Booting… 3% 45% 79% 100% Welcome to The 'Villainess Justice System'} A robotic voice thundered loudly across the area, announcing its presence. "Nnngh...Shut it….Shut it now!" The once stark figure from which the dark energy was absorbed from, seemed to have life as it yelled in a domineering tone with its gaze on the white floor. "Noisy." It muttered. Resulting from dark matter being taken away from it, the figure now appeared to be a woman. She possessed long dark, flowing hair with the top part tied into a bun with a blue feathered ribbon. Holding a sword dripping with fresh blood, her whole body was also drenched in another person's blood, possibly a victim as her body harboured