Opm Villains Novels & Stories

Her eyes are full of stars in a way that is not metaphorical — there are actual stars in them, pinpricks of cold light that have no business being inside the eyes of a creature that lives at the bottom of an ocean trench. Black veins climb her throat to her jaw. The veins are mine, in nine years, if I am not careful. "My name is Morrigwen, host. I was the first. The Salt Throne was mine. I burned it down. I burned my own children. The pearl made me hungry and I ate everyone I had ever loved and then I ate the kingdom and then I ate the continent and then there was nothing left but the trench it sent me back to. I have been here for eighteen thousand years. I have been waiting to tell someone

"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!]

"You have some experience with that, Olivia. I would think you might recognize it." The room was quiet. Outside, somewhere in the neighborhood, a dog was barking at something. "I've known you for five years," Victor said. "I have watched you carefully for five years, because my grandson was not watching carefully enough and someone needed to." He set his water glass down. "You are not a villain. I want to be clear about that because I think you may have come here half expecting me to say otherwise. You are a frightened woman who found a mechanism that worked and used it long past the point where it was defensible. That is a very human thing to do. It does not make you evil. It makes you some

Oliver Valenti—who looked more suited to sipping champagne in Paris than sitting in a mafia bunker. “Victor.” Piero opened first. “One woman. Just one. And twelve teams aren’t enough? For fifteen years we believed that sin was buried.” Victor swirled his whisky. A lazy motion that radiated menace. “She’s no ordinary target. Trained. Hidden by professional hands.” “Or perhaps,” Elthario offered with a venomous smile, “she’s simply a ghost you’ve nursed from your own guilt.” “She’s real.” Victor’s gaze ignited a cold fire. Elthario fell silent.

“Then let them face a ghost who refuses to stay dead.” I straightened with renewed resolve. The vulnerable woman of the past had no place here. In her stead stood Oprah Voss, CEO of Voss Jewellery, mother of a prodigy, and the woman who had risen from betrayal and darkness. Zarek appeared at the balcony door. He held a small, intricate model of improved pack runes constructed from hotel stationery and toothpicks. “Mummy, when we meet the evil Alpha tomorrow, can I tell him that you are too powerful for him now?”

People going about their days, unaware that mine was imploding again. "What if he's right?" I whispered. "What if I am the villain?" "Then we're both villains." Damien's arms tightened around me. "Because I'm about to burn Victor Kane's empire to the ground."

These were the villains who had jumped ship from the Sinister Ship. It was evident that Melvyn and Wessel shared a close relationship and were among the controllers of the Sinister Ship. Choosing this location as a supply point made perfect sense. A group of vicious individuals charged in, surrounding Alexander yet hesitating to attack. Despite his notorious reputation, they were still apprehensive. "If we don't kill him, we will all die!" Melvyn took out two short-handled axes and moved to the front, adopting a united stance. "Attack!" With a powerful figure backing them, the group's morale surged as they wielded their weapons to attack. These villains, who had wreaked havoc, naturally poss

"Greetings to all pack members, before I begin, I would like to call out Vero, Sam, Jennie and Hannah" The four girls stood up and walked out to stand on the podium facing the pack. "in fireblood pack, we punish prisoners by making them work in the mines or making them serve as concubines or servants to high ranking pack members. A few days ago, I brought back a female prisoner who was guilty of assaulting Lily, my little sister back from creekwood pack. This prisoner is under my jurisdiction and I have the right to punish her as I please. I am going to say this just this once, anybody who hurts Ava in this pack will be severely dealt with. I would assume that such a person wants to challeng

“Haha! Are you scared now? If you surrender, I might spare you. After all, you’re a powerful genius, and I wouldn’t want to destroy such talent. But if you continue to oppose me, you might never shine as brightly again.” Oscar’s words rang true. A prodigy who faced such a defeat would be haunted by inner demons, making it hard to overcome their limitations unless they were exceptionally resilient. Adrian glared at him. “You murderous maniac! Are you really so confident in your ability to kill me? Considering how many lives you’ve taken, how are you any different from the daemons?” The crowd was stunned by this accusation. “Oscar is likely a dark immortal with sinister motives for joining the