Vile Villain Novels & Stories

, She asked in a calm but deadly tone,"Who am I?" The system who had keenly watched her behavior from her outburst till this very moment, thought she was very 'Interesting'. She didn't look scared or anxious, being able to hold one's peace in such a situation was a huge feat, worthy of applause. It grinned 'I might be lucky to have her as my host.' Ignoring her questions, it replied. {I am system 078, The Villanness Justice System. You are my host now as you have been chosen by the Superiors, after being ejected from your original world. We are a perfect match in both matrix, mind and potential so we are now in a soul bound relationship.}

The day he locked me in his cage I promised him that I’d make him beg on his knees and at the end of this nightmare I’d wake up with a smile on my face. Antonio Ruthless. Monster. I am the monster nightmares are made of. The part of me that was human died a long time ago and now I live for vengeance and blood of my enemy. My name is enough to bring my enemies to their knees. I’m the real villain walking among the innocents. There’s nothing and no-one that would stop me from getting the blood that I was owed. Except her. And she tries. Oh, how she fûcking tries.

“Whatever you know for your mother, remember? Better start talking.” She inhales a shaky breath and sits down. “The vampire lord's name is Dario Vitale. He's ruthless, fearless, reigns over three kingdoms because he's constantly waging war against tiny villages owned by witches. Some people say they've never seen him, and others who have described him as a young man whose beauty can make you sin.” I cross my leg, tapping my fingers against my thigh as I stare at her. “And the kingdoms he rules, what are their names?”

The system remained silent for a moment before a new text scrolled across my vision. `Villain name: Kaelen.` `Status: Illegitimate Prince of the Veridian Empire.` `Objective: Ensure his survival. His death might lead to you dying here, unable to return to your world. I gasp. Kaelen? Illegitimate prince of the Veridian Empire? I freaking know that name. So they weren't just random fantasy labels. How could I forget 'Blood Oath: Save the Villain', a ridiculously difficult otome game I had been obsessed with. The one where the "villain," Prince Kaelen, was a tortured, morally character who, if not guided correctly—never done that—would inevitably unleash a wave of destruction upon the kingdom,

she added, folding her arms smugly. Rose's eyes narrowed as she stared at Brindle with disgust. "You think you can get away with everything, don’t you? You’re nothing but a desperate, conniving coward trying to ruin other people’s lives because you can't stand your own misery. You are an evil person; villains aren’t born, they are created. A demon on earth. I will make sure you pay for it. Your mother must be somewhere regretting giving birth to someone like you."

So I decided to tell you a story from the villain's point of view. Villains aren't always bad, they have their own demons to fight. They have their own shit to deal with, but we don't know that because we're always so concentrated on the heroes. We're all in the same game, just different levels. Dealing with the same hell, but different devils. The world isn't all sunshine and rainbows, it's not unicorns and fucking mermaids. It's life and it has 3 stages: birth, what the fuck is this, and death.

he said in a generous manner and did not look away. Even if Waverly had turned into ashes, she would never forget his face. He had a beautiful face unlike a villain's. He had a cunning smile that was able to make any girl go crazy. A mysterious yet powerful aura gave him an enchanting character. Once he is happy, he becomes a person that is respected and envied by plenty, even liked by elders. However, she knew of the vile nature under his facade, which was the complete opposite of his appearance. He was like a vixen who was good at bewitching others.

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

he shouted at me, his glare turning hotter by the second. I shook my head. I couldn't do this. I couldn't put him through so much pain. "Stop being such a fucking coward and using my pain as an excuse to stop," he glared at me. "I am not a coward," I said through clenched teeth. "You are. Like all other werewolves. Too scared to change. Too scared to do anything worthwhile. I should've known you're too much of a scaredy cat to go through with it," he said, slowly getting up from the ground now that the pain was reducing.

Anyone who harmed his sister was his enemy till the day he takes his last breath. Kenchiki was more than pissed to learn that little information. He hated unclean people who tried to take away people's consent, especially when it came to people's bodies; he was glad he had been distracted by his lover and had no time to cause harm to Aria; she was an innocent victim too. He glared murderously at the woman who drugged him. He would make sure she had no good days. Sera felt chills crawl up her spine when she saw the look that the two men were giving her. She knew then that whoever was targeting her knew about all her schemes and stacked the deck against her.