Not A Villian Novels & Stories

It is advised to retreat and flee immediately! "What?" Keagan muttered to himself, his confusion growing. The screen continued to bombard him with flashing text, saturating his vision with its rapid display. Villain Report: Name: Unknown Alias: Duskbringer Classification: Infamous Villain Description: Duskbringer is an Infamous Villain known for their sinister skills, shadowy maneuvers, and menacing presence. This enigmatic figure operates in the shadows, striking fear into the hearts of both heroes and civilians alike. With their calculated approach and unique abilities, Duskbringer has become a significant threat within the city.

Well, she’s not wrong, but that doesn’t mean I like it, or him. “Delicious, actually.” Now, I’m snorting with laughter, which instantly betters my mood. “He’s all right, I guess. His looks don’t really make up for his blood thirsty personality.” “What do you mean?” “He’s–he’s a villain. He’s the son of what sounds like an absolute dictator.” “He’s the savior of our people,” she says slowly, her brow furrowed slightly. “His story… it’s terrible, Ella.” “I don’t know his story.”

Vessa is the only host the pearl has not finished, and she is sitting at the foot of an empty cairn, and the pearl in my chest does not like being looked at by a woman who escaped it. "Why are you sad, Vessa." "Because you are about to do what I did. And I cannot stop you. I am only allowed to warn." "Tell me what you did." She tells me. Without flourish, without the long pauses of Morrigwen, without any of the stagecraft I have come to expect from the dead. She had been refusing food for nine days. The Salt Throne had laid a tax on her village that ate the harvest before the harvest could be eaten by anyone, and Vessa had been sitting in the village square refusing the small meals her siste

I was truly living the life of a side character, being treated that way by my own brothers. I picked up the pesticide bottle, twisted it open, and poured it straight into my mouth. "What are you doing?!" Charlie screamed in terror, his face turning deathly pale. Even the usually composed Lucas panicked at that moment. "Are you insane? Did you really drink it?" My consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and I thought, 'What's so insane about it?' The original character in that world, Maddison Sherman, was just a villainous side character doomed to die sooner or later anyway. I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead.

The reply came slower than usual, the three dots appearing and disappearing several times before his answer finally landed. Killian: I know. That's the worst part. I've spent five years assuming I was the villain in someone else's story. Turns out I might just be a man who fell in love with the same woman as his brother, at the worst possible time, for all the wrong reasons at first. I read it twice, then a third time, something tightening painfully in my chest. You're not a villain, Killian. No,came his reply, almost instantly this time. But I might not be the ending either. And for the first time in my life, I think I'm finally okay with that.

I was never going to feel sorry for anyone, especially not a wicked Villain like me. "Hahahaha… Damien! Look at you. All grown up. Ready to be an Alpha. What were you thinking? That you would run somewhere, away from your pack? Away from your responsibility? Tell me, who's the villain here? Haha" I remained silent. All I could hear in my head was the truth that came out from his mouth. "Listen up, kid," he wheezed, "you can't dodge these dark truths. Embrace them, live with 'em. Those sacrifices, all for you, Damien. Can't you see? Think your wolf's some Moon Goddess present?"

Of course, if he is pretending to be a good guy, I should also be pretending to be a good woman and appreciate all he is doing. Why does he have to pretend that he's a good guy? It is not needed. I know him! He is not a good, or even nice, person. He is a rude and surely cruel person. "Maddix Villaranza, 27 years old. Owner of VICL and CEO at the same time," I said between chewing my food. We started eating, so I tried to start a conversation and try to learn something about him. He raised his eyebrow at me, so I continued.

I couldn't help but feel pity for him, even if he said he wanted none of that. "I'm so sorry, I didn't... I didn't know." "No, Lena, I don't want pity; I deserve this. I am not your average knight in shining amour. I am the villain; that's how I see myself. But I want to make this right, and so I have a proposal."

Because if I care, I’ll go crazy. Then I realized that I’m not the right person to give him some advice. A good friend would probably give a lot better advice, but… I’m a villainess, am I? I’ve never been one for selfless-ness or comforting or caring, really. 'The world is fucked up, nothing matters except for myself', that's how I managed to live. Morals are quite often the last thing on my mind. So yeah, it’s fucked up. I think that’s also the reason I could never really hate Isadore. I mean, who's the villainess to judge another villain, right?

But merely, there's no president, yet there's a queen. She discussed a few more and that was about her consolidation of the army against Brenda, the traitor of the nation. I’ve heard the name Brenda from Dean but I don’t know who she is. But knowing her now as a traitor, I know that she must be more dangerous than these vampires in my surroundings.