The Villainess Needs A Tyrant Novels & Stories

"Life isn't about power, wealth and status only mother." "What else then? Flowers, piece, rainbow and sunshine!? Open your eyes! It's only people like us on the top that survive, that are worthy of the world! Not some lower-class rats!" "So you think Sara isn't worthy of my name, tried to separate us countless of times to make sure Eleanor and I got back together?" "God yes - do I need to spell it out for you?!" "Over my dead body will I ever return to Eleanor and you know that yourself - so get that thought out of your head before I get the police involved."

The comb disappears into the dark below, toward the shimmering veil of the Forbidden Zone. I realise, with a calm that does not belong to a dying woman, that I will follow it. Liam tilts my face up to his. He does this gently, with one hand, the way you tilt a lover's face to kiss her. His blue-and-purple scales are flecked now with my blood. His silver-tipped fins catch the last of the twilight the way the comb did. He is beautiful. He has always been beautiful. I hate him with a depth I did not know I had, because I am, or I have been, a queen who kneels in the market to sing babies to sleep and who has been told all seven months of her reign that she is too soft for this throne.

My heart froze when the tip stopped in my direction. “She used magic!” I turned to Leon. “Isn’t that supposed to be against the rules?” “Are you scared already, weakling?” She smirked. Weak what? “Bring. It. On.” “Truth or dare?” My fingers greased my stilettos slightly. “Truth.” “Hmm... let’s see.” Ivella inspected her fingers before turning back to me. “How does it feel knowing you will not be alive long enough to graduate? For someone as powerless as you, it’s obvious you won’t survive. So tell me, how does it feel?”

The one thing which she's scared of and the one thing that has made her endlessly worship the temple, the one thing she had battled to destroy but she couldn't! No one knew what it was, but only a few knew —Lady Macbeth, Shawn, her siblings, the witch, and Old Basildon. "The expression on her face carried pure fear and terror," Lady Macbeth muttered, and Shawn blankly nods. Old Basildon snickered mockingly at the look on Isle's face. "You look like an ugly which right now, Isle. But it's a good thing that the tyrant Queen sure has a nightmare, and she wouldn't want to hear about it." He taunted and then, he vanished into the thin air as if he wasn't there a second ago.

The laugh grew, echoing maniacal. "I can see! I can see!" She spun back, laughing loud, head thrown back. A dangerous smile split her face—sharp, fanged almost, eyes gleaming with feral joy. She turned to me, that smile promising chaos. "You want to know how to defeat Vuk?" she purred, stepping closer. "I will tell you..." The hunger in me roared. This was it. My villainess, born from blood and demon eyes. Together, we'd devour the North.

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

Maverick threw one last smug smile over his shoulder before the doors swallowed him. "Coward. You swallowed the insult," Tyr growled, tail lashing. "There was no point in fighting. Losing control is exactly what he wants — so he can paint me as a mad king, take the crown, and take our mate." "OURS," Tyr snarled. On that, we were of one mind. Zlata was ours, and I would never give her up.

"My love, I did what was necessary to ensure our future, to secure our power and dominance. Tyler was a weak link, blinded by his allegiance to our enemies. Now, with him out of the way, we can rise to greater heights." He recoiled, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "You speak of treachery, Nabitha. I cannot stand idly by and watch as you manipulate and harm our own. This is not the path we agreed upon when we united our packs." I laughed mockingly, the sound echoing through the chamber. "Oh, my dear husband, you were always the naive one. Our union was merely a means to an end, a way to consolidate our power. Now, with Tyler incapacitated, I shall ascend to the throne, and you will be at my

Sadness evolved her whole body as she stared sadly at the picture frame, she didn't even when tears started to stream down her face, her mother couldn't even make it to see her successful. Was this it? Was this the life she wanted Was this the life her mother ever wanted her to life? Why? What even made her to kill the princess? It wasn't the princess fault that she was born poor and the princess was not, she had no essence of living. She really had no essence of living, outside she was a fearful underworld queen but inside she was like a delicate shell.

“Haha, you didn’t change the flow of the story. No matter how many times you kill, you’ll only be a villain. Now that you killed the female lead, the chain of the story broke, and you have to pay the price. You have to live forever.” Her mental state was not stable, and she had killed herself a few times. A few years had passed, and Duke Raziel Valen Donovan initiated a coup d’etat. He gathered an army in order to kill all the nobles and end the hierarchy system. When he saw the villainess, he fell to his knees. “Kill me,” Lady Vienna was prepared to die for committing such a grave sin. Tears were in Duke Raziel’s eyes. “If only you loved me, then I’m willing to be the villain.”