Qu Villain Novels & Stories

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?"

Alpha Evan explained, asking what he wanted to at the end while Miss Lillian listened attentively, clearly willing to help as much as she could. Her brows furrowed as she thought about it. "I do know of a war like that. It was between three werewolf packs, and a witch coven out in the woods. From what I know, they were a bunch of powerful witches, so three packs had joined forces to take them down. They had been performing some sort of magic that had apparently been dangerous according to the surrounding werewolf packs and they had deemed it necessary to bring those witches down," Miss Lillian explained, her frown deepening as she spoke.

Stealing all his business, all his partners, and actually challenging him. The brat had some nerve. But from what he heard, she wasn’t really smart and it was the mad one still ruling the gang. He had seen her on few occasions, but he wouldn’t stoop to her level and rise to the challenge even, though she was really infuriating.

"You killed them! You killed Jaxson! You took everything!" "Are you sure?" The question was so quiet, so steady, that it stopped the air in my lungs. "What?" I breathed, my grip loosening. He leaned even closer, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his breath a cold draft against my skin. "Are you so sure that I’m the villain you’re looking for, Val?" I snorted, trying to reclaim my anger. "You're the devil I want to crush into the dirt. There is no one else."

Hailey scooted closer to Giovanni, who's leaning to cut a piece of cake for her. 'They had the audacity to look like a married couple in front of me.' Jana hid her smile so hard. 'I don’t approve.' "You too, Ms. Queenie." Hailey said, "Giovanni said you've been interviewed countless times before." 'Yes, I've been there. Can't you believe it? Don't worry. I've got something else to confess; I'm the villain who is about to ruin your life. Ain't it fantastic? Don't hate me. It's not my own volition. You can't just leave me to die, right?' Jana nodded and lifted a corner of her mouth. "Hailey, nice meeting you."

Because if you keep your property in your own home with a low-quality vault, there are still many opportunities for theft from outsiders as well as from insiders. So, their decision to share this underground vault did not come entirely from fear of the Crown Prince. The huge iron door had opened, and then, as usual, Quenzo would pull the door because he was the strongest there. “What the-” Albertus and Count stagger back. “What ya two doing, huh?” The moment when Quenzo stepped into the vault, the abundant gold that normally filled his compartment was gone. “The f*ck is this?!”

I looked up, waiting for her to continue. "He's the famous Mr. Vance." I squinted at her in confusion, and she leaned in closer. "The dangerous man everyone fears. Last I checked, he practically owns half the city." At her words, my heart rate doubled once again. I had heard rumors of the infamous Vance name before, but I had never seen his face. And I slept with him? I gulped in quiet terror. "He's... that Mr. Vance?" I managed to say, clutching my hands tightly in my lap so she wouldn't see them trembling.

Blood dripped onto the table as his voice thundered. “How did they get back on their feet so quickly?” he snarled, his fiery eyes locking onto the man before him, Vasyl "The Viper", a notorious figure in the Khalidan underworld. “ Vasyl, you assured me you had everything under control. You promised me they’d crumble!”

Death is the only ending for the villains. "Y-You.. motherf*cker! Double-crosser! Dirty filthy rat liar!" The Lord of Crimes yapped like a dog. "Aren't you afraid we'll kill Adharia Valler?!" Claire shrieked. Ah, she's no naive. Siri says your broken butt can't even afford me, much less end my life. Dumb brat. You know, your face is like an exam, even people don't want to think about it. Duh! Jealousy is in your DNA, suck it up brat!

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.