Romans & histoires Cyberpunk Villain

"Until what?" "Until they're as broken as I was. Until they're destroyed from the inside out. Until they beg for the mercy I'll never give." I looked out the window. "And then only then I release the data. I let the world see what they really are. And I watch them burn." "You've become the villain." "No." I smiled. Cold. Empty. "I've become what they made me. And that's so much worse than a villain." "What's worse than a villain?"

He had recruited Viper, the orphaned prodigy from the French cyber-intelligence corps. Trained her - Funded her - Weaponized her. But she had other plans. She watched both empires rot – and decided to build her own from the ashes. “She doesn’t want revenge,” I whispered. “She wants to *erase* both of our names. Make herself the author of a new legacy”. Damien stared at the web on the wall. “She’s not our enemy because of what she did”, “She’s our enemy because she’s what we could’ve become”,

Including Cassian, I made everyone here witness everything within Gevanny's memories. [With this power, you can kill him.] [Seraphine Valentina is a villain, a sorceress.] [She is the one who destroyed Silverbrook Haven due to the virus pandemic.] [You must kill her.] [If not, Prince Cassian will be killed by her.] [You must create that black hole and kill Seraphine Valentina. That is your task now.] "This ...," one of the residents of Silverbook Haven finally realized what I was showing in their minds.

“Prometheus is not a firewall. It’s an adaptive superintelligence. It sees, learns, and defends like a predator. If we’re going after it, we’ll need help.” Julian frowned. “From who?” The Flame’s gaze hardened. “From someone who once tried to kill me.” Location: Marrakesh, Morocco, The Underground Circuit Lights flickered. Music throbbed. Beneath the guise of an illegal street racing ring, an empire of data thieves and biohackers thrived. It was here they found her. Nova Vega. Hacker. Mercenary. Julian’s ex. She stood at the center of the ring, victorious after disabling a combat drone with nothing but a neural controller and an attitude sharper than razors.

Not long after, a loud raspy voice vibrates into the room. "Yuan Zi Yan!" Xiu Ying enters the room with two others. A middle aged lady enters the room furiously, followed by an older man. Yuan Zi Yan? What's with the name similarities? I swear I have used these names for my novel before. In fact, I chose that name specifically for the villainess in my story. The beautiful lady from earlier, who I assume is my younger sister, backs up from the scene. After putting on a melancholic expression, she rests besides Xiu Ying.

Why was I standing here like some desperate stalker? Why did I care if she ate? Why did I find myself checking the security feeds just to make sure she was sleeping? I was Bane Valak. I had dismantled empires and executed men without a flicker of hesitation. I was the apex predator in a city filled with wolves. And yet, I found myself paralyzed by the sight of a twenty-five-year-old girl who looked like she’d break if I breathed on her too hard. It was supposed to be simple. Amaya Vancouver was a spoil of war.

The duke, on the other hand, looked at the outside underground market built in his room as his own built property beside a café He was informed by the shadow knight, that the name of the man that had been long anonymously sending him his illegal activities, was Victor Polly. Never did he knew anything deeper than that man. All he knew was he’s a former spy of a ruined noble. But he’s originally one of the throne claimers that Arthur left to live in a faraway land – yet he also didn’t expected to find his death at the duke’s hands "Yes my lord, we killed him and all of his family together inside the house as well as setting fire on the house. We leave it like it was done with an accident," th

I was never going to feel sorry for anyone, especially not a wicked Villain like me. "Hahahaha… Damien! Look at you. All grown up. Ready to be an Alpha. What were you thinking? That you would run somewhere, away from your pack? Away from your responsibility? Tell me, who's the villain here? Haha" I remained silent. All I could hear in my head was the truth that came out from his mouth. "Listen up, kid," he wheezed, "you can't dodge these dark truths. Embrace them, live with 'em. Those sacrifices, all for you, Damien. Can't you see? Think your wolf's some Moon Goddess present?"

She smiled, "Imagine accusing I and the vice president of something like that. Do you know you can lose your position at NAD because of this?" He smiled at her too, "what is my position at NAD to me when I could make millions from selling the pictures I have of you both? And also I know you were the scientist behind plasmodyl, the killer drug." "Name your price?" He laughed, the idiot actually dared laugh at her, "what makes you think I want money? Like I said on the phone, I'm a secret admirer." He took her hand that was on the table and this time she did spit her drink... On him.

“I didn’t sleep. I’m the owner of V-Core, the most advanced AI-integrated cybernetics system in the world. You think hacking a few archives scared me?” I leaned forward slowly, like something inside me was curling around his words. Viktor fucking Myers. Billionaire genius. The world’s most sought-after coder. He wasn’t just hot—he was power wrapped in charm, danger stitched with silk. He flipped through photos on his phone—of offices, of conference panels, of stock launches with CEOs and tech gods clapping for him like he ran the world. Miguel cursed low under his breath. “Since I was seventeen, I knew I had a twin. That he was in the mafia. I didn’t want to barge in and wreck everything. So