Steampunk Villains Novels & Stories

As soon as the words left his lips, I could feel each vampire noble in the room shiver. Knife, as the name sounded this person was dangerous. Dangerous but sweet. Somehow, everytime he murdered someone I couldn't help but look into the person's background. And to my shock, the victim would always be corrupt to the core. These people might label him as a threat to the Empire. But, I knew what he did was not easy. He took care of all the dirty work for me. Not that he was one of my knights but he seemed to know my empire better than me. And, what he was was not a threat but a blessing to the Empire as because of him we were able to stop a lot of corrupt practices such as tax manipulation, chil

I just have to make sure that they want to hire me first. When I walk in, nobody takes a second look at me at first. Not until I pull down the hood of my cloak and they see my long brown hair flowing down my back. Nobody but nobility normally grows their hair long as it just gets in the way of the commoner's lives. I have always been a thief so as long as I pull my hair back it has never bothered me much. It is not much but it is the only thing of mine that is truly mine and I do not want to see it go.

When Xander entered and said something that made me look up, Creed merely smiled. "Casimir is to blame because those werewolves, who preserved harmony among the animals, are his ancestors. So long as that is the case, everything will be fine, unless…” "Unless what?" “Unless the underground society had a replacement who could maintain balance more effectively.” "Casimir told me that they are immortal and cannot be replaced." "You see, the problem is that the alchemist is to blame." “Alchemist? What do you think?” “He is responsible for creating these fake monsters that aren't beings. Casimir realized he was doomed after duplicating a werewolf.”

Wait--what do you mean? “Just be careful when approaching the Duke. Although I’m not giving you my full consent but I believe in you.” I stood up and ran towards him in an embrace “Thanks, gramps! I won’t let you down!” “By the way, your suggestion during the meeting was commendable. I’m impressed, it was such a clever idea.” I released from his embrace and cracked a smile “Well if you’ve been through tough times a lot, you’ll become a schemer in no time.” He patted my head and chuckled “Keep it up and you’ll become the villainess the world will love.” “No villainess is loved, gramps. We’re always the bad guys hated by mankind but who cares?” I shrugged my shoulders and gracefully flipped my

We've been trying to run away since the second day Audrey dead but we don't know why we can't do anything of such, so yesterday we came back to our senses and we decided to leave with an immediate effect even though Chris was against the idea but forced him thinking Tiara won't find us anywhere we go little did I know we are dealing devil itself. We got arrested on our way, the policemen asked about our boss and we said we don't have any, even if it means spending the rest of our life in jail is still preferable than being a prey to blood-sucking vampiress, unknown to us that we are just deceiving ourselves. She should just kill me first, I'm fucking tired of everything. We are robbers anywa

"Sir, I have heard about a new gang that has lately been too effective in Southeast Italy" Vincent frowned. "What is their name?" "The Scorpions. I have heard that despite being a newbie they plan and make their moves like a pro. Recently they have robbed around two thousand banks and killed all the secret agents, cops and even the spies of the Italy's intelligence agency. Everyone is in shock as to how come they can even recognise them. The country's intelligence agency had shared the latest information about this gang. The gang becomes active only at night but makes his secretive and fatal move. They love bloodthirst like vampires as they would kill their enemies in the most inhuman and me

Steven is a don, the most dangerous Mafia leader, he has more than a hundred subordinates, and his hands are never dirty because he has never hurt anyone with his own hands. He is tall, and handsome with an athletic body, the tattoo on his arm makes him even hotter. Steven is not only a mobster who is feared by many people, he is also a Werewolf who is quite deadly. No one dared to deal with Steven unless they wanted to die sooner. He has been in this profession for half his age, his father taught him to be a lead. He has a lot of skills, that's why no one dares with him. Steven has more than 50 drug factories spread across several countries.

They'd betrayed us for money, sold us out to Viktor, who'd become a monster, involved in human trafficking and supplying innocent women and children to pigs masquerading as politicians and businessmen. The room seemed to close in on us, the oppressive atmosphere punctuated by the traitors' labored breathing and the creaking of the chains. A table in the corner held an array of wicked-looking tools, their purpose obvious and terrifying. The sadistic history of this chamber was unmistakable, a chilling reminder of what humans were capable of when pushed to the brink. My blood boiled at the thought of Viktor, but right then, I was focused on these two pieces of filth. My blood was hot with rage

asked Nathan as if to confirm some detail. “Had his tinted glass window down and was peering outside. She recognized him from a picture in the glossy magazine.” “Know much about him? You I mean, not her?” asked Nathan as he looked at him carefully. “Guise is the most murderous villain in Europe. Applies any method to succeed in order to get what he wants. Ruthless, callous and brutal. Once he kidnapped the daughter of a Belgian banker who refused to sell his oil holdings. A message was sent to the banker that if he did not sell within twenty-four hours then the daughter would be returned in pieces. The banker sold the oil holding through an intermediary. The daughter was thrown off from a no

The complex metal mechanisms rusted instantly before his eyes, the gears seizing up and smoking heavily before dropping completely dead from the ceiling onto the floor. Ethan walked calmly up the grand marble staircase and pushed open the heavy double doors leading to the private study. The Silver Monarch did not look up immediately. He kept his fading, watery eyes fixed on an old, scratched photograph of Ethan’s grandfather that lay in the center of the desk. "You look so much like him," the old villain whispered, his voice raspy, weak, and filled with a bitter nostalgia. "Arthur Vance was an absolute visionary, a genius ahead of his time. But he severely lacked the cold, brutal ruthlessnes