Steampunk Villains Novels & Stories

It was a face from his past, someone who shared his desire for revenge. "Killian Montgomery," George growled, his voice laced with malice. "It seems fate has brought us together once again. And this time, we will make them pay for what they've done." Killian Montgomery, a malevolent figure driven by his own dark ambitions, stepped into the light. His eyes gleamed with a twisted delight, reveling in the prospect of vengeance. A sinister alliance was formed as the two villains joined forces, their malevolence intertwining like tendrils of darkness.

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

There were many things about King Akyran and Queen Ecaeris Monster Hunting academy that I hated – the food, the draughty rooms, the haughty dark elves, the mockery of the knights being amongst them – but the gauntlet easily topped that list. “You can do it, Daethie,” Valerian called out whilst exchanging a coin purse with Caraway. “She’s not going to do it,” he added to his twin. “Not even halfway.” “It’s beginning to rain,” Caraway tipped his golden head back and caught a raindrop on his tongue. His violet eyes had concave pupils like our father, something which Tarragon, Rue and Valerian hadn’t inherited in their human forms. “Makes things slippery. Two obstacles.”

Alexander's eyes swept the deck, recognizing faces from the most-wanted posters—murderers, thieves, the worst of the worst. There was Leighton, the infamous Bomber, with a rap sheet of explosions stretching into the double digits and a death toll to match. There was Alvin, the arms dealer, responsible for funneling weapons into Yarica. There was also Elena, the deadly Black Widow, weaving webs of deceit in marriages only to kill for cash. It was as if by some twisted stroke of fate, all those villains were packed into one place. Alexander pondered whether he should play the hero and rid the world of those vermin.

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.”

"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!]

Standing in the gaping hole in the wall was a nightmare scenario for any dictator. Five women who looked identical to his slave, but armed with the wrath of the multiverse. And flanking them, five men who looked like death incarnate. "Knock knock," Mafia Vespera grinned, racking the slide of her Tommy gun. "Analysis," Cyberpunk Vespera stated, her chrome arm humming as it charged a plasma bolt. "Target acquired. Threat level: Pathetic." Fantasy Vespera slammed her staff into the ground. "By the blood of the Dragon," she intoned. "I sentence you to burn."

I finally gave in to Kaspian’s invitation. He led me deeper into the Vipers’ den, threading through the grime-riddled slums of Belmont like a serpent returning to its nest. As we walked, the air grew colder, thicker. Windows slammed shut. Shutters creaked as they sealed. Children disappeared behind doors. No one dared look him in the eye. Kaspian Valmount wasn’t just feared—he was myth, ghost, plague. A warning etched into the bones of this city.

"Because he's suspicious, paranoid, because he's a crazy person. And because there are still men who join his fleet and he insists on sending them to me. I don't train them anymore, other people do. I just bounce them to other people to do it, but he insists on introducing them to me. He doesn't understand that I don't work for him anymore. Or he doesn't want to understand that. He hasn't wanted to assimilate that I have my own business, it's a fucking bummer." "It's unbelievable. This whole thing is... unbelievable." She exhaled. "He said it was a woman who told him." Leonel paused. "A woman. Did he tell you her name?" "No. But when I asked him why he wanted to use me for his macabre purpos

No new villain was coming for us in the future, the madness would indeed end with him. “Yuri Stepanov. I hereby sentence you to death. Unlike the others, your death will be slow and painful. It will give you time to reflect on all the evil you have committed and figure out if it was worth it. Your being would be cut away piece by piece until there is nothing left. Each cut agonising and painful ensuring the body is not buried in one place but scattered like a carcass all over, as you killed, burned, pillaged, and destroyed everyone and everything you came in contact with that refused to bow to your will," I said and promised.