Greatest Literary Villains Novels & Stories

Crouching down to his level Damian smirked viciously as he tapped his gun on his chin as if he was thinking. "You know what I forgot about you trying to force her. Thanks for reminding me. Let me tell you a story I read, a novel actually." Damian smiled making the guy in front of him tremble two times. "In a Chinese novel which I read there used to be a villainess. A villainess who's desperate for the main lead. She tried to humiliate, hurt and kill the female lead. When nothing worked she tried to drug the male lead and tried to sleep with him. But we already know that the female lead would never let it happen. As usual the villainess is punished you know how? Guess it."

"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!]

Tears streamed down her face as she cursed her self for being unfortunate, after hours of sitting by herself, after hours of pouring out all her tears she had, she just layed their unable to fall asleep. Her conscience judged her greatly so much that she couldn't even fall asleep, she knew that if her mother was alive, her mother would never support her in killing her own best friend. That instance, her mother's words rang into her ears, "by cutting off the head is never the solution to an headache" "Why me?" She sobbed quietly, her whole life had no meaning at all, she saw her self as a villain, a villain with no life at all. She took a useless game too far, even though she became the winne

“My heart is not placed on the male lead and I also understand that it should not be placed on the male lead. The original is something that can't be changed, once the female lead appears and does the real thing... Finally, the male lead belongs to her." “But if now the male lead hears the word 'love' from his mouth, am I a female villain? Am I joking with the male lead's feelings? Although I like villains, there are times when I don't like to get too involved in troublesome things like this. I just want to return to the real world as soon as possible. Next to someone who doesn't love you or just has a little feeling, then it feels strange to change. On the contrary, my heart is not in him,

The wolf was once king of the animals—swifter than a hare, braver than a bear, and sneakier than a fox—he had no master and no patron god, for the gods feared what it meant that such a creature was inexpiably connected to the darkness—to the Pit where the first gods were banished when the Moon Goddesses came into their powers. Moon Goddessess weakened the wolf by making them reliant on packs, praying that it may weaken the gods in Tartarus. But the wolf was prideful and knew all he had to do was wait. And just as I knew the heroes of those stories, I know myself to be the villain of this story. I am always the villain of the story for those born unto the lesser houses. Like the First Wolf be

A cold, sinister laughter erupted from her, echoing through the chamber like the haunting symphony of a deranged mind. For in that moment, the evil woman had become the embodiment of vengeance, her every thought consumed by a burning desire to annihilate the woman she despised. And as she reveled in her malevolence, the stage was set for a battle of wills, where the forces of darkness clashed with a single, unwavering ray of light.

"Everyone thinks they want a hero... Someone to save the day, but a hero, unfortunately, would kill you if it meant saving the world." She turned her gaze away. There was a flicker of something in her eyes. "What you really want, if you know what's good for you at least--" "Deli'--" "Is someone who would burn the world down to keep you safe," she looked back at me. "The wolves of the Blood Moon, the sons of Fenris, have always been this way." "Don't call Xavier a villain." "He'd like it, and if that wench gets to make him and his entire family out to be harbingers of destruction, then I get the right to call him a villain." She chuckled. "Even if he is more of a villainous hero..."

She must be very out of her mind to think all of that is legit. "You think you have power over humans? Those people are scary and will do anything to get rid of people like us, yet you want to rule over them? How stupid must you be? Let me hear your story. Why do you hate my father so much?" Every villain has a story to tell. It’s either insecurity, stupidity, or just plain evil that is pushing them to do all of this. Either way, as boring as it may sound, I need time to plan my escape, so I will take the opportunity to listen to whatever they have to say.

"W-why? How can you be so confident admitting such a sin to me?" "Because I want at least one person in this world to hear my story from my perspective." He knelt down in front of her, his presence suffocating. Pressing the cold barrel of his pistol beneath her chin, he forced her face upward, his eyes gleaming with derision. "Why does everyone always glorify the stories of the protagonists, while the villains are left voiceless? Every villain has their tale, but no one ever wants to hear it. Isn't that pitiful?" Chateau's breath came in short, uneven gasps as Louis scrutinized her with an air of dominance, the corners of his lips twitching in disdain. He noticed beads of sweat tracing lines