Black Hat Villainous Novels & Stories

In a monotonous tone, Levi the Envious spoke without making fun of himself. “Have you got no trust with our prince, Maleficent? Let him redeem himself and stop acting like a damn hero,” said Levi the Envious, “You are a villain so act like one. You are greedy so take and take until nothing is left to plunder. And you are a demon like me and like Damon; we made use of anything, everything, and anyone.”

His hands curled slowly against the armrests of the wheelchair. Disabled. She hadn’t used the word lightly. But he heard it anyway. Felt it anyway. Because meaning did not require vocabulary. Because humiliation rarely needed translation. His chest burned. A slow, vicious ache spreading behind his ribs. He was Damian Blackwell. Head of an empire. A man whose name alone bent men into obedience. A man feared, respected, whispered about like a living weapon. And yet— A single sentence from Sera Voss had reduced him to something he despised being reminded of.

“Why? Are you scared that people might find out just how much of a sore loser you are?” I questioned and that got him angry. “You have clearly been talking to the wrong people. Also, I am not scared of anything or anyone.” I smirked at his words because we both know that’s not true. No matter how evil he is, he has no real backing. If he did, he wouldn’t resort to blackmail and extortion. “You are a lone bastard acting like a big villain! You use people’s weaknesses against them. That doesn’t make you superior! It makes you look stupid!”

"Your Highness, can I talk to you for a moment?" Blaire turned her head and saw Evander, the Intelligence Commander of the Black Sun with a serious expression. Victoria was stunned by his appearance for a moment. His midnight blue hair was neatly brushed back with his undercut and his eyes glistened like the color of the ocean. She only noticed how attractive he is now that she has seen him up close. She excused herself from the rising number of people congratulating her and followed him.

It was the same lady on the mess a few moments ago. 'She would not recognize me, right?' The black-haired man, Randall asked himself. Unsure yet suspicious. Randall Valentinus, a seemingly young man with cold bearings. With his crystal clear black eyes and raven black hair, ruthless and cold behavior he was labeled in the business world as the grim reaper. And he doesn't understand why to do the ladies, surrounding him are very eager to get his attention. With his cold attitude and nasty behavior they should be scared and be turned off. But instead, they are here swarming onto him like bees.

It was a face from his past, someone who shared his desire for revenge. "Killian Montgomery," George growled, his voice laced with malice. "It seems fate has brought us together once again. And this time, we will make them pay for what they've done." Killian Montgomery, a malevolent figure driven by his own dark ambitions, stepped into the light. His eyes gleamed with a twisted delight, reveling in the prospect of vengeance. A sinister alliance was formed as the two villains joined forces, their malevolence intertwining like tendrils of darkness.

Chloe has read The Villainess's Ruin a dozen times. She knows exactly how it ends: the spoiled heiress Amber loses her fiancé, her family, and her reputation, while her sweet stepsister Sophia gets the happy ending she deserves. It's a satisfying story — right up until the night Chloe misses her own life's biggest opportunity to help a stranger, falls asleep furious and heartbroken over a book, and wakes up in Amber's bed, wearing Amber's face, three months before the engagement that ruins everything. She knows what's coming. She knows who to avoid, who to trust, and exactly which choice destroys Amber's life. So she'll simply choose differently — save the villainess by refusing to be one.

I said nothing. My silence seemed to entertain him. “I was a good brother to him. Loyal. Protective. I loved him.” His voice dripped with something between bitterness and madness. “But the Blacks…” he sneered. “They favored him. Worshipped him. Just because he was their legitimate child.” His laugh was hollow. “They used me. Cast me aside. And when I retaliated?” He spread his arms dramatically. “Suddenly I became the villain.” He leaned closer, eyes blazing.

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

The day he locked me in his cage I promised him that I’d make him beg on his knees and at the end of this nightmare I’d wake up with a smile on my face. Antonio Ruthless. Monster. I am the monster nightmares are made of. The part of me that was human died a long time ago and now I live for vengeance and blood of my enemy. My name is enough to bring my enemies to their knees. I’m the real villain walking among the innocents. There’s nothing and no-one that would stop me from getting the blood that I was owed. Except her. And she tries. Oh, how she fûcking tries.