Caught By The Villain Novels & Stories

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

Responding to her distress, they swiftly arrived on the scene, driven by an unyielding loyalty to protect the innocence of the young. With ruthless efficiency, the werewolves apprehended Thorne, subduing his attempts to escape. Bound by their unyielding grip, he found himself at their mercy, confined within a cell that now held his dreams of reuniting Zelda and the baby. It was a cruel irony, to be ensnared by those who sought to protect the very child he sought to rescue.

A black man towers over me; he's tall and big and he looks familiar. "Let go of me." I faintly whispered. I couldn't do anything but let go due to excessive drain and weakness. He was carrying me like a sack. I heard his annoying laugh, and because of that, I recognized him. "You are poisoned; there is nothing you can do. Does the blood taste sweet?" I closed my eyes in exhaustion when I heard his loud laughter. "I knew it; you are the villain here." I whispered and threw myself against his large body.

--- The only move they hadn’t calculated. She didn’t evade. --- Didn’t resist. --- Didn’t try to escape. --- She walked directly into the center— --- Where they wanted her. --- Where every outcome led. --- The figures adjusted instantly. --- Locking her position. --- Finalizing containment. --- “This is optimal,” they said. --- A pause. --- “Termination assured.” --- Adrian muttered under his breath. --- “Yeah… definitely a trap.” --- Victor’s eyes narrowed. --- “…No.”

"You may have some tricks up your sleeve, but you cannot defeat us all. We are relentless." A defiant smile curved my lips as I locked eyes with Rowland. "Together, we are unstoppable." Drawing upon the depths of my power, I unleashed a surge of dark magic that wasn't noticed, swirling and crackling around my fangs. The energy pulsated through my body, heightening my senses and sharpening my focus. With each strike, my movements became a symphony of precision and strength. As the battle waged on, the villains realized the futility of their efforts. They exchanged wary glances, a silent agreement passing between them. With a final snarl, they turned tail and fled, retreating into the shadows.

Such pity. But, I could guess that the villain—which is Phoenix Phoenix Valcarcel, would fall from his grace in the end because all of the other clans turned their back on him and make him their biggest threat, their biggest enemy. They just collided with the protagonists who brainwashed them and schemed towards the villain to take him down. This is the reason why the villain didn't succeed, all because of the protagonist's schemes. It wasn't just that, the villain was taken down by the protagonists because they are the protagonists who had the protagonist's halo.

I smirk, pulling up the sleeve of my shirt. ___________________________ The Villain It's Zain we meet at the bottom of our driveway the next morning, a smile stretching across his face like Cheshire. Freya stops beside me on the edge of the curb and cocks her head to the side. "Why is your face doing that?" He blinked, "Doing what?" Her finger did a circular motion towards his face. "That creepy thing with your mouth. It's freaking me out. You look like you came here to touch kids."

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

She almost laughed. So this is how it ends the second time? A sharp tone echoed in her mind. [DING.] She froze. A translucent screen flickered into existence. [VILLAINESS SURVIVAL SYSTEM ACTIVATED] HOST: ELENA VALE ROLE: VILLAINESS SURVIVAL RATE: 3% Elena stared blankly. “…What the hell is this?” [MISSION: AVOID DEATH ENDING.] Her throat tightened. “I already died once,” she whispered. “You want me to do it again properly?”

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.