Villain Bakugo Novels & Stories

After finishing up with the six boys , he turned to look at her . " Chelsea Rosalie Kaisen , the super star of this empire " said Bacchus drawling each and every word of his sentence " You are supposed to be the strongest of all , with your dual core but instead you are the weakest , instead of using your mana in its true form you sublimed it , and now you are using a horrible rip off - a secondary perfected product of your original power ..Its disappointing to see how you can't control the true essence of your own mana !"

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

Its jaws, large enough to crush a wolf's skull, snapped shut around the koi in mid-air. *CRUNCH.* Blood and scales scattered. The beast crashed back into the water with a splash that sent waves rippling to the shore. Liuying stopped breathing. This beast, a Giant Ao, was a tribute from a coastal pack years ago. Serena had discovered as a pup that the monster understood her commands. She had raised it until it grew too large, then moved it to the Queen’s lotus pond. After Serena left the Capital, the Luna Queen had forbidden anyone from entering the pond. Specifically to keep them from being eaten.

He motioned for the men in front of him to move to the side. Bending down, he sneered, "I really hate when I get blood on me. People already consider me a dastardly villain, I try not to look the part." He grabbed the sack of bones in front of him by the hair and bashed its face into the floor. Blood splattered over his suit. "Now look what you've done, you've ruined the suit too," Alexander pretended to pout. Johannes Chevalier looked up at him, tears, blood, and mucus covering his once pretty face.

I had not pictured a boy. He was perhaps ten — no older than thirteen, the difference hard to determine across distance. He rode a black horse that was visibly too large for him but moved exactly as he directed it, which said something either about the horse or about him. His hair was the color of winter moonlight, cut short at the sides and slightly longer on top, and he wore the black imperial uniform with the silver-chain detailing at the collar and shoulders with the absolute ease of someone who had never worn anything else. His posture was perfect. Not the stiff perfect of someone trying — just perfect, the way still water is perfect, effortlessly, as its natural state. His face was wha

Jai immediately stood up and hurried his way back, not noticing the pair of blooshot eyes followed him out the partitions. Jai turned to the left from the back of the wall and saw the violet haired guy from one of the previous battle. The guy turned around when he noticed the steps behind him, his long hair swishing back and forth. “Hey! You must be Jai. Nice to meet you, I’m Mugen. If you watch my battle, you’ll know I’m a fire elemer.” “Oh yes, I saw it. You were astounding. Your hot flick was cool.” Jai shook his hand.

Instead, he expressed, “I was worried that in the long run, you would realize how unworthy I am of you.” “Shouldn’t that be something you disprove?” Megan replied. “Would you end up being ashamed of me?” Brian inquired. Megan eyed him from head to toe and responded, “What’s there to be ashamed of? Well, you look like shit right now, but after a good bath, you’d be damn fine.” A chuckle escaped Brian’s lips. He replied, “You know what I mean.” “There are worst villains out there. There’s Vegeta. Once Earth’s greatest threat, but later on redeemed himself,” Megan said. “Let’s not forget Piccolo -”

She smiled softly at me, her eyes beaming with sincerity, reassuring my doubts and clearing up the negativities in my mind. "... thank you, Joewella" I mumbled while plastering a smile on my face. In this world, Joewella is my first ally. She is the only one Victoria could trust and lean on. Only her. So why do I feel a hidden presence somewhere? Like a rat lurking around the corner. I lifted the scissors inside the kit and impulsively threw it with all my might towards the window, stabbing the oak tree without looking.

Instead, I turned my gaze to the far corner of the hall, where a man sat in the shadows, ignored by the servants and mocked by the lords. Gabriel. The "Scourge of the Borderlands." He was dressed in scarred, dark leather. His hair was a messy raven black, and a jagged scar ran across his jawline. He was a Rogue Alpha—a man whose pack was made of orphans, exiles, and the broken. When we were announced as mates, I walked quietly and stood by his side. And, when I heard people laughing, I simply held his hands affectionately. Only then did he turn to look at me, shocked by my actions. But then his grip on my hands tightened, and a small curve on the corner of his lips appeared.