The Villainess Needs A Tyrant Novels & Stories

“ We won’t let you, Levian. You will never win this war. ” “ I won the day Moon Goddess decided she wanted to let me keep the powers of the Lycan and the day she decided she wanted to take Tyson’s powers because he had changed sides. It’s clear she would only favor me and no one else because she wants me to be this—this evil villain in your story. With no Gods on your side, you have already lost this war, Princess. Now, all you have to do is to wait for the day I come for your children. One by one. ” There was no anger behind his words, no mockery…just pure promise of the terrifying future.

{System Booting… 3% 45% 79% 100% Welcome to The 'Villainess Justice System'} A robotic voice thundered loudly across the area, announcing its presence. "Nnngh...Shut it….Shut it now!" The once stark figure from which the dark energy was absorbed from, seemed to have life as it yelled in a domineering tone with its gaze on the white floor. "Noisy." It muttered. Resulting from dark matter being taken away from it, the figure now appeared to be a woman. She possessed long dark, flowing hair with the top part tied into a bun with a blue feathered ribbon. Holding a sword dripping with fresh blood, her whole body was also drenched in another person's blood, possibly a victim as her body harboured

Deep down, Shanaya knew that her weakness was the source of their contempt, but she refused to acknowledge it. Her false friends poisoned her mind, whispering lies about Naina being the architect of her misery. Shanaya knew it was a deception, but her anger blinded her to the truth. She ran out of reasons to be good. Everyone labeled her a villainess, and Shanaya gradually embraced this identity. She transformed into a true villainess, never intending to harm Naina, but her fury consumed her. She sought to erase herself and her existence, believing that everyone would be happier without her. She knew that she was an unwanted character, a blight on the world.

for what seems to be very important to you. Tristan remained silent, thinking about Telvisina’s words. According to the laws of vampires, Lord Tantario could not disobey those who stood above him. Resisting the order meant throwing a challenge that the blond, unfortunately, could not win no matter how much he wanted. Lord and Duke Alter of Venier are strong due to their cruelty and cunning. But Telvisina, despite her weak manifestation of the vampire essence, was considered one of the most experienced and powerful because of her magical abilities. It was rumored that during her life she was a very strong witch, but no one knows whether she was good or evil.

She always had a distinct way of walking, unhurried and confident, like a predator stalking it's prey. He looked up when she passed and looked her in the eye. She showed no reaction and continued walking like normal. When she got to the end of the hallway, she turned around and pointed at him. "Who is that?" she asked the supervisor. "He is a rogue werewolf, he is one of our workers. Is anything wrong, your highness?" the supervisor asked worriedly. The queen smiled, her smile had no mirth and chilled the supervisor to the bone. "Bring him over, since he dared look at me, he must bear the consequences." she ordered.

That is why no one wants to face her because she recognizes no ally but only the Tyrant and the organization but not including the members of the Triad. "I know, you all know what kind of person I am— I only work for the Tyrant, be more afraid of him than me because if he runs out of patience you will all fall to the ground and end up like him" Ara pointed to the man lying on the floor. "Believe me, you won't like it," Ara added.

The mocking glint in his eye sparkled like a challenge, as he deliberately invoked her defunct title, a cruel reminder of her lost status. Inayat's gaze flashed with disgust, her lips parting to unleash a sharp retort. "Though your dream has come true, you're nothing but a tyrant to me. You may have power over me, but never my spirit," she spat, her voice trembling with defiance, "still basking in the glory of your own pride, which could swallow the mightiest mountains whole. I'm not scared of you," she lied, her voice barely above a whisper, "if only you knew, traitor, I'll never submit to you willingly."

She shut her eyes for a moment and in no time screamed a second time, her hands propelled forward, about to hit her when a loud voice came from behind. “Enough. That's enough.” Everyone anticipating Eirlys next move, dispersed themselves and acted all composed. Eirlys turned her head, slowly releasing her hold on the girl. They were no different from each other based on their looks. Both in their 20’s. “What's going on here?” The voice came again. It was the Tyrant. The Alpha of the pack. He walked amidst the prisoners while three guards walked behind him. Everyone bowed their heads as he walked past them. They all knew the Tyrant for his ruthless judgement and the way he dealt with slaves l

“She won’t even remember.” My vision blacked for a second. That filthy audacity. Rolex. Of course it was him. One of Zargov’s most pathetic lapdogs. Always high on arrogance, low on brains. The kind of guy who couldn’t get a woman unless she was unconscious. He's pathetic, he doesn't know how to unravel a woman…how to make her cry pleasurably and beg desperately. I didn’t bother knocking. I swung myself through the window like a fucking demon.

But it is still okay, beside who doesn't want a body that have smooth and soft fair skin. Adding her Goddess look and a cute face when surprise like a toddler. It is a shame the original owner of the body that she possess uses her looks to bully the heroine. But anyways, it only made them close together and she being the supporting villainess got killed by the hands of the Emperor, the main villainess. And cause havoc when the female lead reject him for the male lead. Because of his system eating vinegar, half of the Empire go blown away by his Thunderstorm along with his Dark magic.