The Villainess Needs A Tyrant Novels & Stories

he snarled, "wants to see me dead. Someone among you. Someone trusted and I intend to find who." Gasps rippled from the warriors. Everyone's eyes widened as they stood listening with their bodies tensed. Perfect, just like we thought. He stalked the line of warriors like a predator choosing a throat to rip out. "You think you can turn my wolves against me?" he roared. "Break my rule? Challenge my power?" His fury vibrated through the earth. He would kill someone today.He had to. That was who he really was. A tyrant who survived through fear and fresh blood.

She was the one who taught him that he needed to be merciless for those who deserved it. She was the one who turned him into a ruthless tyrant in the first place. "It's exactly what you said. We don't need to reveal the Imperial Family's faults and weaknesses to the people." He added, and a contented smile appeared on his lips. "We just need to control them with fear." "... I understand." Azazel shifted his gaze to Ethan and nodded, indicating that Ethan should finish the rest and that he would remain by Verena's side. Ethan quickly departed, leaving Azazel and Verena alone.

He ruled like the tyrant he was rumoured to be, above the law and maybe even the throne itself. However, he had earned it, he made Elisora the invincible kingdom it was now, the power he wielded was what he had created, the wealth Elisora was known for was something he had sacrificed his teenage years to acquire . As for me, if I try to be that, I’ll only be seen as a pathetic villainess. “A woman of honour and dignity, remember?” He scoffed making me shake my head, however a small smile unconsciously made its way to my lips.

My mother’s cruel reign still breathes here, still stings even beyond her rule. Then another question cuts through me. “And the father of the child within you?” My spirit rebels. No. I will not speak it. For a heartbeat, I almost believe my mother alone is the villain. But looking around—the men and women together, united by exile, their eyes filled with old scars—I see it clearly. Varyn is a villain in their story too.

"I won't let him have a moment of happiness with that woman. I'll shatter their fairy tale, and they'll understand the price of betraying me. I’m his fated mate, but he rejects me a thousand times!” Her thoughts twisted and turned, envisioning scenarios where she could dismantle their happiness, where she could expose the flaws and weaknesses of their bond. The darkness within her grew, nurturing her villainous desires. "I'll take pleasure in their suffering," Darlyn whispered to herself, her voice filled with a chilling delight. "They'll realize the grave mistake they've made, turning their backs on me. No one crosses me without paying the consequences." Her eyes gleamed with a wicked deter

"You become whole in a way that terrifies you, because wholeness includes accepting your capacity for terrible things." "I already accepted that." "No. You acknowledged it exists. That is different from integrating it into every choice you make." Prince Darius stepped between us. "This feels like a trap." "It is not a trap. It is reality being honest about its requirements." Anti-Lyra looked past him to me. "You cannot save everything through pure goodness, Lyra. Sometimes the hero has to become the villain to protect what matters." "That is exactly the logic that created tyrants." "And sometimes tyrants are necessary. That is the truth you refuse to accept."

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

I knew I wouldn't be able to get anything done now. “You requested for us, my lord?” Malakai stood by the door. His shirt was neat and impeccable and his salt and pepper hair was trimmed short. He looked composed as always. He walked in and Elias walked in after him. “I need you to explain something to me,” I growled. “Why does that tyrant’s daughter think I want to lay with her?” I noticed that both of them didn't look surprised at the revelation. “She's only doing what she's supposed to do”. Malakai said curtly.

She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell! A smile tugged at my lips as I splashed the champagne in my glass straight into the lead socialite's face. "Since when did any of you earn the right to bully someone under my protection?" The women's faces turned green with embarrassment and anger, yet not one of them dared to say a word. The floating comments exploded. [Holy crap? Since when did the villainess start acting like a CEO from a romance novel? Why is this so satisfying?!] [Our girl finally has someone standing up for her! I'm crying! Her family's been a mess since she was little.

The lady whose eyes were shaking a while ago, stood tall and spoke without emotion. "Why?" I asked as I sat down on the chair. This is going to take a while. "Just like you, vengeance runs deep in my blood." "...." I looked at her coldly, waiting for her to continue. "I will avenge my mother and sit on that golden damn throne." She smirked wickedly as greed glistened in her eyes. "You're not worthy of the crown." Kian hissed in anger and tried to intimidate the once meek lady but surprisingly, she remained unfazed.