Novel & Cerita Fantasy Villains

A clear scenario that keeps flashing into her head… causes Elise's face to lose its blood. Chills quickly occupy Elise's body. Her face turned pale and she’s having trouble breathing. She froze in her seat after realizing the identity of the man. The Duke and a powerful magician Zachary Molten. The evil villain in the story “The Lazy Lucky Princess”. He is merciless and kills the children after torturing them. He’s a crazy psychopath who didn’t feel any empathy for the people he killed. Molten was the one who abused Alicia and almost killed her in the story. Elise is threatened to tremble in her seat. END OF CHAPTER 3…

"Go find someone to foment dissension amongst Revry's three sons after the two families. Make them kill each other for the title of Viscount. They must have had planned to act but simply needed a shove." "Don't be concerned, Master. I will undoubtedly cause havoc in the Cloudmantle household." Solan responded with a smug expression. "I'll show up when things spiral out of control and tidy up the mess like an angel from heaven. Rui will gladly join my side." "Master, you resemble the devil!" "You have to understand one thing, even though I am a villain right now because of what I am doing, we are not brainless." I burst out laughing. I'd seen a lot of villains, but they all had one thing in c

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.

Her eyes are full of stars in a way that is not metaphorical — there are actual stars in them, pinpricks of cold light that have no business being inside the eyes of a creature that lives at the bottom of an ocean trench. Black veins climb her throat to her jaw. The veins are mine, in nine years, if I am not careful. "My name is Morrigwen, host. I was the first. The Salt Throne was mine. I burned it down. I burned my own children. The pearl made me hungry and I ate everyone I had ever loved and then I ate the kingdom and then I ate the continent and then there was nothing left but the trench it sent me back to. I have been here for eighteen thousand years. I have been waiting to tell someone

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

I remember when I was reading a book, I confused them with fairies, but my mother told me they were nothing like fairies. They’re not of the light or the dark. Instead, they’re known for their love of fighting and bloodlust. Their unmistakable beauty is a death trap to lure you into the slaughter. They are fierce and dangerous, immune to magic abilities. Their biggest enemy were the dragons, who slammed them into submission.

Valeria was a kingdom of breathtaking splendor-a land of rolling emerald hills, sparkling rivers, and a towering castle that pierced the sky like a shard of silver. It was also a kingdom ruled by fear and whispers, much of it attributed to its sharp-tongued, unrelenting, and ruthlessly ambitious princess, Lady Daphne Vasquez.

Prior to his departure, he confessed to receiving word from a friend that a gang of virelya had broken through the wall and devastated half of his village in the middle of the night. “Virelya?” I whispered. Although I was aware that there were different kinds of witches and that they differed as much as any other animal species, I could only name a few. The mercenary's midnight-black eyes blinked. "as huge as a wolf at day, witch at Night" Additionally, a nasty, vile witch is created. The nobleman said that they had reduced the villagers to actual ribbons. I felt sick. My sisters appeared so frail behind us, with their fair complexion so infinitely delicate and shredable. We would never stan

The Council's observers moved through the crowd with the awkwardness of people who'd forgotten how to be anonymous. And at the edge, in the shadows, in the margins where the real story was being written, my circle held its position. Seraphina with her wounded optimism. Emberlyn with her fragile brilliance. Austin with his silent blade. Thalassa with her ocean patience. Elara with her rebirth fire. Zephina with her shadow sovereignty. Riven with his beautiful error. And me. The revenant. The anomaly. The villainess who'd stopped playing her role and had started building something that didn't need the narrative's permission to exist.

"But the Zergs attacked the transport. Now I'm stuck here, waiting for the students from the Academy to rescue us." Mythos Academy...Why does that sound so familiar? "And you?" he asks. "What are you doing here?" "Tourism," I lie smoothly. "By the way, what's your name?" "Arlo Napki." Arlo. The name hits me like a bullet. My memory clicks. Just yesterday, my rival mocked me with a trashy novel. It's a dark fantasy smut story where logic doesn't exist. I am the vicious Villainess destined to be humiliated and killed. Arlo, the pathetic male villain who awakens the power of Narcissus—cursed with useless beauty and zero combat power.