Here Reigns The Vengeful Villainess Chapter 1 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Zach’s main focus was to find people responsible for her death. They would suffer the same fate as she did or worse. The very thought of his revenge plan brought a bad taste to his mouth. But it had to be done. Otherwise, he would not experience any peace. As he was driven towards his new house, his car drove slowly past the Kent Mansion. The sprawling entrance to the home served as a bitter reminder of his past life. When he had accepted life as it came along. But not anymore.

Maybe I was momentarily out of my mind and bought that book in the bookstore, or maybe I was asleep as I picked that book on the shelf. The character I loved the most in the story was the villainess. And now that I have come to realize everything, I am that villainess. I was set on the path of death from the very beginning. However, since I am now in this body, Heather Jade Aczen, I won’t let anything, or anyone, lead me to death – not even Jean.

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

My hands curled into fists until my nails bit skin and then I whispered into the empty corridor: “I will take the throne you stole, Liam.” My voice was steady. Deadly. Certain. “My throne.” And with that, a new motive crystallized inside me— sharp and unstoppable. A motive that would tear the Reigns open. A motive that would drown a kingdom. A motive with my name on it. Revna Draeven. The rightful Queen. Whether the moon agrees or not.

I watched pups wither, warriors turn feral, women stripped of dignity. And her. Selene. The so-called jewel of the Obsidian court. Draped in moonlight, silks, and pride. Her father’s favorite. She never looked at me. I was a monster in her father’s cage. An animal they kept alive to remind others of their power. But even then… I remembered. Even as my ribs cracked under boots. Even as chains carved rings into my wrists and neck. I remembered who I was. And I vowed, in the pit of my soul, that I would rise again.

He attacked back, slashing me in the jaw, but I barely flinched. Instead, I grabbed a rooftop vent, using it as a springboard as I made a ventilation box with it. Tackling him into the box, I snarled, asking. “Who sent you?” The assassin smirked, “The rightful heir. Not the bastard son of a failed Alpha” My jaw clenched, claws folding like I was folding my fists. He was insulting my Father, insulting me. Like that was an opportunity to attack, he threw a flash rune into my eyes and for a moment, I saw nothing.

“They’re all so handsome. Anyway, I need to sleep. Good night.” “Bye,” Kaidora called after him. Once he was gone, she moved closer to me. “Don’t let him get into your head. Remember what I told you. Remember what you need to do.” A slow grin spread across my face. “Yes, I do.” Enter the palace. Seduce the young alphas. Find my mate. Eliminate the alpha kings. And the revenge saga— will be completed.

“Six times, Martha. I’ve lived it six times, and every time, I die before I can fix it. She’s taken everything from me—my father, my brothers, my throne… Jane.” Her expression crumbles at the mention of Jane’s name. “Oh, my sweet boy,” she whispers, pulling me into her arms again. Her embrace is warm and comforting—the only place I ever feel safe. “You carry too much pain for someone so young.” “I’m not young,” I murmur against her shoulder. “Not inside.” She exhales shakily and pulls back to meet my gaze. “Then promise me something: when the time comes—when you face her again—don’t let vengeance darken your heart. The moment you do, she wins.”

Her hair, once brown and tangled, now shimmered silver in the dim light. A mark shaped like two scales glowed on her palm. She stared at it, dazed. "What am I?" Outside, the screams had gone quiet. Only the fire remained, a dull roar above, consuming everything. She stood slowly. Every step hurt, but she didn't stop. She looked up toward the stone ceiling and whispered, "If this is mercy, then I don't want it." The silver light pulsed once more, brighter than before, wrapping around her like a shroud.

Friendly, ISAAC's butt. ISAAC's going to give the book back to her once ISAAC decides to read through it. "This manual seems quite comprehensive," ISAAC remarks as ISAAC leafs through the contents page. "I have to say I'm impressed you've got through all these stages. Chapter one, shock; chapter two, distress; chapter three, denial; chapter four, mourning; chapter five, mourning?" "Nah, I skipped directly to chapter eleven." ISAAC's brow furrows as ISAAC's gaze drops to chapter eleven entitled 'Revenge and Retaliation.'