Invincible Villains Novels & Stories

Even if it was fragile, even if it came with its own compromises, it was preferable to chaos. But Vincent wasn’t interested in balance. He had a vendetta. And vendettas held by immortals are the most dangerous of all—they have the time, the patience, the rage to make them generational. And Vincent… he was ancient. Older than me. Older than Lancly. Maybe even older than Alexei, if the rumors dared to be true. If he raised an army, a real one, we wouldn’t stand a chance fighting him head-on. His experience alone would crush us.

Ophelia laughed lightly, she said apologetically, “Zoran, I hope it’s not too much trouble for you?” “Of course not! Chairlady Lane, don’t worry. We have all sorts of medication to heal your disciples.” Zoran replied. Then his expression darkened. “So you’ve met The Ten Villains.” Ophelia asked curiously, “You know them?” Zoran nodded, “The Ten Villains were blood brothers. They’re infamous for their evildoings! They have hundreds of men beneath them, ruling over the Wicked Valley, causing havoc to the surrounding villages. To put it simply, they are a bunch of bandits.”

That's what they all believed. It was reasonable for them to think that way. A spoiled wealthy girl and a naive innocent one. Who was the villain? Apparently, no one was on my side. People believe what they want to believe, and I was the one who got their anger. That was that. They couldn't be changed. But I did hold some grievances. I was pissed not because everyone hated me, but because of Annika Summers, the girl with an innocent face I used to take as my best friend.

As the youth finished, he whipped out his phone and dialed a number. A dozen goons soon stormed in and surrounded Frank. Plum promptly cried out in warning, "Watch out! They're very powerful, and you must—" Before she finished, Frank bellowed at the goons, "Enough!" In an instant, the dozenish goons were knocked out by an invisible power! Both Plum and the youth were shocked. Those dozenish goons were Ascendant-ranked individuals and immune against guns, so how did that brat get so powerful?! Still, the youth soon recovered and charged at Frank excitedly. "I knew you were different, and I was right! Come on, kid—do that again, don't hold back!"

Just as the commoner wasn't born with a low status by committing a sin. So, it's really sickening how the rich abuse their power like that. "Nonsense," the baron huffed in anger. "Grab him, we need to teach him a lesson," he instructed one of his knights. I scrunch my nose in displeasure. I didn’t know why the dark sides of the world were unfolding right before my eyes. I’m not the female lead, I’m the villainess… Shouldn’t this kind of situation unfold only in front of the kind, positive, and meddlesome heroine?

William disclosed. "Just because I am not your son, does that means you should hate me that much?" Bryce shuddered. "Look, I don't have time for you" he pointed to his guard, "Finish him" he hissed ordered and left the scenario laughing darkly. The third part was very brief, it showed Mike bargaining a deal with the underworld don, if though his face was blurred si they couldn't even catch a hint of who he was but Mike face was clearly seen.

, She asked in a calm but deadly tone,"Who am I?" The system who had keenly watched her behavior from her outburst till this very moment, thought she was very 'Interesting'. She didn't look scared or anxious, being able to hold one's peace in such a situation was a huge feat, worthy of applause. It grinned 'I might be lucky to have her as my host.' Ignoring her questions, it replied. {I am system 078, The Villanness Justice System. You are my host now as you have been chosen by the Superiors, after being ejected from your original world. We are a perfect match in both matrix, mind and potential so we are now in a soul bound relationship.}

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.

“I said, unbind her.” Vendetta’s eyes narrowed, her amusement fading as she studied Valen. “You’re making a mistake,” she said, her tone soft but edged with warning. “Have you forgotten what she’s capable of? This isn’t just any prisoner, Valen. This is Irwin. A hybrid with an unimaginable weapon of chaos. Unbinding her would be us, inviting disaster.”

“What do you mean?” “Your [Domain Suppression], your Alpha's majesty,” Finch explained, his voice unusually grave, “is based on pure bloodline level. But Vance doesn't have pure bloodline. He's a ‘fake’ created by technology and dark alchemy. Your pressure has no effect on him. Your [Predator's Eye] probably can't see through him either. On a supernatural level, he's… invisible to you.” This was the first time Jack had encountered an opponent he truly couldn't suppress with power since gaining his strength. A human monster immune to all his trump cards, knowing all his weaknesses.