Systemless Villain Novels & Stories

A harmonic shudder ripples up through the trench, through the deep currents of Alastor, through the coral foundations of Coralspire Palace. Six hundred feet up, at his late breakfast, my uncle Rick's wineglass cracks in his hand. He sets it down slowly. He does not speak. The boiled quail-egg on his plate goes uneaten. And in a sealed dungeon cell my cousin does not yet know she is sitting in, Mabelle lifts her head — eyes red from screaming, throat raw — and feels the shudder through her rootwork bones, and smiles for the first time in two weeks. Morrigwen watches me bond.

The moment my heart fluttered at the sight of his profile, I heard the system's cold voice for the first time. [Host has developed feelings of love. System activated. Mission initiated.] [Mission: win over Victor Lucchese within ten years, or the host will be erased.] From that day on, I had someone I cared about. A violent stab of pain yanked me out of my memories and back to reality. I knew what it was: the system, draining the life out of me. I murmured to myself, "The villainess is about to die. That's the best ending there is."

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.

{Why. “Because I have questions, Roundy. Questions that only the hive mind of bored insomniacs can answer.” {I am literally a super-intelligence bonded to your soul.} “And yet you didn’t come with a search bar.” I angled the camera, snapped a quick mirror selfie (violet eyes, bed hair, silk nightgown slipping off one shoulder), and hit post: New account – need villainess advice ASAP. Transmigrated into a bitchy noble lady who’s supposed to be hated by everyone. Tips to speedrun public enemy #1 without smiling? Serious answers only.

Duncan Hiddleston is submissive to all. “Now I know I don't care. It's a bit late... Villain still likes me, as usual, no matter how much I cover this can't change. If you swap out the villain for the female lead, you'll be dead, chasing after the rice." Phedra Elizabeth thought.

"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!]

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.

he asked, eyes glaring daggers. Would you believe if I said it's because of a fucking voodoo (system) doll? I thought, suddenly getting defensive. "What is wrong with that? I don't owe you anything; we are just siblings. Besides, it's just..." I screamed, but lowered my voice at the end, not completing the sentence. [I pray your hair falls off, you damn system, and I hope your heart gets broken a thousand times,] I cursed mentally. [Tsk, you wish,] the system scoffed in the distance.

At first, he narrows his eyebrows in chaos but as soon as realisation hits him, his eyes widen in scepticism. The other men stand behind him, sharing the same expression. “What the-” Bryce says, stepping further into the room. “Imagine going after someone in order to sneak into a mafia’s system. And not any mafia, but the one who owns the half of the America,” I say. “Sounds absurd, right?” “I can’t believe it,” the bald guy says, feeling deceived. Noah. “This can’t be real. You’re not-” “I am, Zack Torres. Now stop convincing yourself that I’m not real,” I scoff.

The threat of her hatred would be appeased. It was time. I took a deep breath and started. “I, Scarlett...—” Oh my god. Oh no. No, no, no, no.... This couldn’t be happening right now. I didn’t know Scarlett’s last name. Why the hell would I remember the random surname of a secondary villain? Truthfully, I couldn’t recall it being mentioned in the book at all. Did I even need it? Maybe I could still break the pack bond without stating my last name.