Transmigrating As An Extra Third-rate Villain Novels & Stories

“Something I actually studied with him at one stage. Metamorphosis involves the transformation of one thing to another. Now, that can involve, for example, turning water into wine, or human into pig, but Derien Verstarjen has refined his ability to transforming people into statues. Marble, granite, iron…” “Sounds great,” Liam said under his breath. “Sounds like someone waiting for the right knight to come and put an arrow through their throat.” Aien’s eyes flickered our way, and I felt my cheeks heat. I didn’t want him to think that I shared Liam’s opinion. “Their throat?” I repeated. “With your sight, you might want to aim for something bigger.” Liam sent me a surprised glare and his mouth

It was thick, wet, and thoroughly unbothered by his immortal pedigree, which meant every single step he took resulted in a loud, incredibly degrading squelch. He was supposed to be a terrifying global tycoon. He was supposed to be the brilliant, modern apex predator who had successfully leveraged shell companies, mercenary armies, and high-tech tracking arrays to corner his obsolete brother. He wanted so badly to be the ultimate, untouchable villain—a "billy bad" whose name made the supernatural underworld tremble. But the cold, hard, embarrassing truth was that Malakai was the most profoundly immature immortal to ever walk the earth. "Worthless... peasant... old... kitchen hag," Malakai mut

By the time I was reincarnated, Chloe had already thrown herself into the arms of the snake shifter. "Chieftain Gideon, I choose Jared," she announced. After speaking, she shot me a provocative glare, her eyes filled with absolute determination. I understood right then that she had been reincarnated too. Chloe and I had figured out the survival rules of the beastworld continent by our second month of living here. Male beastmen were divided into four distinct ranks from birth: S, A, B, and C.

He later sat in the ward with me but was busy with his laptop. “Thank you. We could have gone home instead of stressing you like this.” “I didn’t say I’m stressed. I’m doing my job.” I stayed quiet. I felt the urge to ask him how I ended up following the wrong person last night. Lucian Blackwood and the other man don’t even look alike. The news came on about an illegal gambling den with drugs and thugs, the same place we came from. My life keeps getting more dangerous. I munched on the chips I was served. Orion Kade didn’t look concerned in any way.