Mha Villain Au Novels & Stories

I stumbled into the path of a fucking villain. Well, calling it a squad back then was generous. It was just Regis and a silent Class A Beta who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else in the world. I remembered crawling through the high itchy grass, bruised and bleeding, only to look up and see Regis leaning against a thick oak tree, a wicked, lazy smirk on his face. He didn't help me. Of course he didn't. Why would he? He was Regis Nightshade— a bastard, dirtier than the devil himself, who cared about nothing and no one.

“I am Melloch, Gatekeeper of Hell and guardian of the fifth realm.” “I know who you are Melloch,” she seethed. “But tell me, do you know who I am?” He stared at her and laughed. “You are nothing. A parasite.” Aurora stood tall. This was the moment she had been waiting for. Finally, she would have her revenge. “I am Aurora, daughter of the strigoi Vasile and Scythian Queen Aarani. I am the first descendant of the Scythian-strigoi race. You murdered my parents and took my family from me. Now I'm going to kill you.”

"Ah.. what kind of nasty things that I will get through after this' She knows everything, even the stupid mystery that she is supposed to solve. The system is not helping which means it cannot lock any information in secret. Only the three-screen that she got from the first world and the two items can work. Other than that is useless and what's worst is that she can't upgrade her sense. If she tries to raise the stats then her sense will get even low. Well, that one is already off the chart. It's not like she can't taste, see, walk or feel textures of something. No, its non of them but pain. Yes, she can't feel excessive pain. Even if she cuts one of her fingers, she can just sew it back in

At first, he narrows his eyebrows in chaos but as soon as realisation hits him, his eyes widen in scepticism. The other men stand behind him, sharing the same expression. “What the-” Bryce says, stepping further into the room. “Imagine going after someone in order to sneak into a mafia’s system. And not any mafia, but the one who owns the half of the America,” I say. “Sounds absurd, right?” “I can’t believe it,” the bald guy says, feeling deceived. Noah. “This can’t be real. You’re not-” “I am, Zack Torres. Now stop convincing yourself that I’m not real,” I scoff.

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.

"It’s alive now. I can hear things, feel things. I see through people. I sense emotions, truths. It’s horrifying and beautiful." Valus stepped back as her aura shimmered—black flames curling at the edges of her silhouette, like smoke caught in moonlight. His daughter, once a delicate heir to the throne, now radiated power that belonged to no court. “You are awakening as a Dark magic user Carellos,” he said grimly. “Not just any witch, Maika—one born of the forbidden arts. One who could rival even Queen Vantessa if you lose control.” Maika’s voice cracked. “Why didn’t you prepare me?”

first, I didn’t think Aura would be able to hear her because wolves only spoke in one mind, but Aura smiled as Val spoke to her. “Your powers are quite impressive,” Aura continued as she stared into Val’s eyes. “You are very powerful.” “I am a Volana,” Val explained proudly. “Yes, indeed. But you are different. Your powers range a lot larger than a typical Volana. I never sensed powers as strong as yours before. It’s incredible.” “What does it mean?” Val asked, curiosity clear in her tone. “It means you could be powerful enough to defeat darkness,” Aura said simply. “You are what this world needs.” Val had so many more questions but wasn’t sure how to answer them. “In due time, all your que

The pitiful one. As they approached the end of the hallway, Ariel observed Daphne, her gaze locked on a woman kneeling before her. Ariel didn't need to inquire about the situation; her experience as a villain allowed her to grasp the dynamics at play. Until now, Ariel hadn't found a reason to fear anyone. However, her perception shifted abruptly when a man suddenly emerged behind her and forcefully pushed her to the ground. "What's all this about?" Ariel demanded confidently. She understood that villains like her were generally wary of those who challenged them. She mused that if Aloha had similarly confronted her, perhaps she would have put an end to her torment and ceased exploiting her we

“The little queen has come crawling to my doorstep. How… deliciously predictable.” “Agatha,” I growled, my nails digging into my palms. She laughed louder, the sound manic and sharp. “Oh, Aurora, you’ve been so busy saving your precious mate and that oh-so-noble Lucien… while forgetting the true villain in this story.” My breath caught, confusion mixing with anger. “What are you talking about?” Her eyes gleamed like poisoned emeralds. “Why, me, of course.” With a flick of her wrist, flames erupted behind her, illuminating the massive, coiled silhouette of something monstrous.

The Vodells were never allies to the throne; they served only their own bottomless ambition. ​And now, as the gloom choked the life from the clearing, Aaron could not help but wonder in horror: Who is the real monster? Was it Soulus Vodell, whose reckless, petty malice had doomed them all, or was it Malakai, who stood ready to erase two hundred souls from the earth for daring to endanger his mate? ​With a dark, satisfied smile curving her bear-jaws, Cameron dragged the limp, sobbing archer across the riverbed, dropping his broken body like a sack of wet meat directly at the feet of her sovereign.