The Villainess Reverse Hourglass Novels & Stories

"Three days to watch everything you've built crumble, to feel the hunger return, to remember what you truly are. And then you'll come to me willingly, grateful for the relief I offer from this pretense of humanity." She turned to leave, her midnight gown flowing around her like liquid shadow, but paused at the threshold to deliver one final blow. "And you, little seamstress, will have the privilege of watching the man you think you love transform back into the monster he was always meant to be. Perhaps then you'll understand the futility of trying to change what cannot be changed." With that, she vanished into the darkness beyond the door, leaving behind only the scent of winter roses and th

“That’s…” “The Broken Hourglass,” Naeria whispered. “The last breath of the first god. Time, undone.” --- A voice echoed around them. Old. Hollow. Soft. > “Who steals what was never theirs must answer what was never asked.” Rowan raised his sword. Naeria lifted a ward. And from the shadows— A figure emerged. --- It had no face. Just rings of time spiraling across its skin. Its body ticked like a clock. Its fingers dripped sand.

That damn dress! Christ. The fabric clung to every curve the neckline dipped just low enough to tease every man in the room had been staring at her like she was the last meal on earth. And it made me want to break things. I had controlled myself all night barely. When that Voss idiot had his hand on her back, I'd seen red. When she'd smirked at me and said there were better men here... My fingers curled into fists just remembering it. She was playing with fire testing me. Seeing how far she could push before I snapped.

A sharp, definitive gesture. In front of the mirror this time, I contemplate myself. Elara Vance. Heiress. CEO of Vance Holdings. Multi-billionaire. One of the most feared women in financial circles. The face is a mask of cold porcelain. The eyes, an icy blue, betray nothing. The lips are a serious line, without a trace of lipstick. Perfection is a fortress. No one will see the inner tremors. No one will guess the mark hidden beneath the expensive fabric. No one will suspect that, the night before, this same woman knelt, blind and trembling, to have her very body taken from her.

"Don't open it, eighth." "Who — " "Don't. Open. The case." She is smaller than Morrigwen. That is the first thing I notice. The other ghost in this trench was a woman built for thrones — six feet of mad queen with stars in her eyes and a bone-crown set sideways on her head. This one is a commoner. Plain grey scales. A face that knew kitchens. The coarse coral-weave robe of a province I do not recognize, the kind that has not been worn in any kingdom for at least four hundred years.

Which is exactly what she did. Over the next few hours, I watched helplessly as she took advantage of the chaos Aurora’s magic had caused. Whilst vendors were inspecting the damage to their shops, she stole without any remorse or consideration. A black cloak with a hood to hide her face, some food for travelling, and even a few pieces of jewellery that had been left unattended.

my striking silver eyes turn completely frosty, my lips sharpening into a predatory grin that catches her totally off guard. "That... that was different!" Selka stammers, her face turning bright red with guilt as her tail drops into the floorboards. "You took a broken purple hourglass from the basic border gift stall—a trash trinket that wasn't even worth twenty tokens—and your lazy hands didn't even bother to wash the dust off it before tossing it at my fur!" my voice barks out a dark, mocking laugh, remembering how my past-life self had been so desperate for a loyal pack friend that I cherished her useless garbage like a sacred relic. "How blind was my young beast back then?"

Adrian instinctively raised the Pen of Endings. The white seed in his other hand pulsed like a heartbeat. The woman stepped backward. "Don't fight them." Adrian looked at her in disbelief. "They're destroying everything." "No." "They're searching for something." The shadows suddenly stopped moving. Hundreds of blank faces turned toward Adrian at the same time. Silence fell once more. Then— One shadow stepped forward. Unlike the others, it carried an enormous hourglass. Instead of sand... Tiny glowing letters flowed from the upper glass into the lower one.

GENNIVIER PIERRE Consume by birth by her embodied sin, she is a treat and an ally to the ones who started the long run curse of the reverse book of their world. Her beauty and gentle personality are a mask that she shares with her split personality, hiding from the truth of her blood and want as a sadist. From the corresponding wants and equivalent exchange of the curse she believes in, she finds pleasure in torturing people, especially the ones dear to the Maiden.

Duke Raziel did that…for her? ~~~~~~~1300 years ago~~~~~ "Kneel before me." Lady Vienna Estelle Thaleia Xaviera, the villainess said to the crown prince. She once was known as the Crown Prince’s stalker throughout the kingdom. She dedicated her whole life to bullying Princess Avelina, stalking the crown prince, and now she successfully killed the female lead. But she felt empty. "I said kneel." She said to the vulnerable Crown Prince in front of him. The Crown Prince, Prince Mathias looked at her like she had gone crazy. "Are you happy now? You killed my fiance, the love of my life. But now that she’s gone, I still would not love you.”