Elio Villain Novels & Stories

{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

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

The area had filthy stains all over the floor and empty chains hanging from the wall that could be pulled or bent to disclose a hidden room or corridor. Her finger gently touched the crossbow's trigger. As long as she was using Eloisa as a human shield, she knew she had no chance of obtaining a clear shot at Valentine's heart. Although the vampire's pale, slender arms showed no signs of exertion, Ellie was as strong as a small pony. She could certainly carry the child for hours without experiencing even a little muscle twitch because to her superhuman strength. Valentine whispered, "I had a child of my own once, you know," and looked lovingly down into Eloisa's face. "A little girl very much

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.

he teased, and my heart beat fast, not because I cared for Elio. Probably because I knew Ryker would make things difficult. He wasn’t going to let me go; he was obsessed, and his obsession made him dangerous. "You need to quit threatening my mate and look for someone else to pick on, someone your own size..." Elio spat. For one, I liked Elio’s courage, but I couldn’t say if it was wise or foolish. Ryker was dangerous, not just because of his status or connections; he was primarily evil and uncrossable.

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

"You are safe here, Sora. We only need to purge your blood of foreign influence. Activate that silver potential so you stop being a lowly slave to that disgusting Kaldreon wolf." Sora turned his face away, searching for a pocket of air in a room that felt increasingly cramped. He froze when he saw the figure standing stiffly near the steel door. Elior Vale was there. He wore a rigid black tactical uniform without insignia. But Elior’s eyes were hollow, clear of any emotion, moving mechanically according to the sensor transmissions in his ear. There was no recognition. No sympathy. Elior had been brutally reprogrammed into a mindless guard dog. *Vardan might be a bloodthirsty predator, but he

ELION Velora Elysia Valemont. I knew there was something about her that didn't sit right with the image she was selling to the public eye and well that…intrigued me a bit. And some thread of that personality hidden deep inside her, was one that was totally capable of drugging her sister's fiancee. But right now? How exactly was I supposed to tell her that she didn't do it? We were already married for fucks sake. I hated complication and this was in every way, complicated!

“Surprised to see me alive? Or— terrified, the way your grandfather was?” Beside me, Leo frowned, confusion and suspicion twisting his features. “Who are you?” he asked, almost incredulous. I didn’t even glance at him. My eyes remained on Eleanor Vilkas, drinking in her composure, her power, the subtle edge in her smile. “Eleanor Vilkas,” I said slowly, letting the weight of my words settle, “the queen of Lunareeth…” Leo’s breath hitched audibly. “Was—wasn’t she…!?”

He said with my mind jumping up. “I knew this was because of me. Elio, I don’t care please. I just want you. I don’t care for revenge. I just need you with me please.” I fumbled out, begging him. “Revenge.” He growled out so deeply it should have scared me to the grave. “I will have revenge amore mio. I will have it and it will be so beautifully painful Lethu. He hurt you. He will not get away with it. I will skin him alive.” Elio spat, his body shaking. He was hot touch, almost like he would erupt. I had never seen him so hungry, hungry for blood. He looked unnatural. He looked inhuman. He looked like a beast about to break from its skin. Veins ran from his face, his skin turning red by the