The Villain Was Right Novels & Stories

I ranted and his lips twitched in amusement as I finished my little rant. "You make it sound like I’m a villain.” He murmured, that infuriatingly smooth voice of his making the words sound almost playful. I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest, “You are a villain, Zade. Who else would kidnap someone back to their own city?” “A villain, huh?” He tilted his head, his gaze darkening just a fraction as he leaned in slightly, “If I’m a villain, what does that make you?” “Your victim.” I shot back without hesitation, lifting my chin defiantly.

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

He was fast, I had to admit, but I was faster, and soon he gave up running as he knew I would catch up. "Traitor!" he cursed at me. "I am the traitor, but you stand there, cold-blooded creatures, and watch as those girls are used." "You did the same, and that's their use; it is for the greater good, they are nothing but humans, another set of animals." "The greater good sounds like what the villain always says, don't you think?" "He would kill you for this." "He would not know about this; who is there to tell him?" "You can't hide amongst us forever; he would find out one day."

Then finally, he muttered, “And people say I’m the villain.” Valerie walked away and called out over her shoulder, “You are. I’m just the woman who fell for one.”

"You're not frightened at all are you, ? You, of all people, should know that I do not make empty threats." His fingers dug deeper into her skin. "I know you ran to your little hero, thinking he'd save the day. But let me tell you right now, your Prince Charming is no match for this villain standing next to you. Valtor's breath danced across Valeria's ear, sending shivers down her spine.

Maiden POV: “Are you happy now Villain? Your mate is here, she out of the dungeon. I have her set up in a room. Now get off my back, stop being a cry baby” “If you weren’t a jackass, I would have not been this way. That girl is our mate, and you need to stop being an asshole and claim our mate already.” “I told you a million times, that we don’t need a mate they will weaken us”

“Winterpaw is not the true villain. The true villain is one who has lied so successfully that he has created a false narrative, which all of us – me included, to begin with – bought into. Because it is easier to hate that which we already hate than draw new conclusions that make us think.” Another person stepped forward. Warrior Wolf Peotne, a woman with multiple long braids starting at her scalp and a swagger to her stride. “Is that villain Haile?” she asked, her dark eyes like daggers as they pierced into me. “False narrative, lies, betrayal… I thought Alpha Ares was dead. Or do my own eyes deceive me?” I bit my lip and stayed quiet. I had dug this hole for myself, and I knew that shouting

“Cut the theatrics, Victor.” He laughed. “You made it further than I thought. I admit, I underestimated the fire in you. But it’s not too late to change the ending.” “I’m here to make sure this is the ending.” He stepped closer, hands still open, still unarmed. “You’re not going to shoot me. Because you want answers. Because somewhere, deep down, you know that I’m not the real villain.” She didn’t flinch. “You tried to kill Killian.” “And he tried to destroy me first,” Victor snapped, his mask slipping. “I built the Graves empire from the shadows. I made him. And the moment he felt strong enough, he turned on me. He took everything.”

"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."

I felt a different range of emotions going through me at the moment, trying to handle this new situation I was in. ‘Aurelia is the villainess of the otome game I enjoyed playing. She never had a good ending even if the heroine got a bad ending. She is a character not allowed to have happiness. I am here now but I won’t let my fate in the game happen to me.’ I was squeezing the covers on top of me tightly to the point my knuckles whiten. I wouldn’t allow myself to die just because I was the villainess. I will survive and find a happy ending.