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.

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.

Then him. I had heard the descriptions. Silver-haired. Crimson-eyed. Cold. Empty. Born without a soul. The noble children at the market talked about the Crown Prince the way they talked about war: with equal measures of fascination and terror and the comfortable certainty that it was something that happened to other people. I had pictured something monstrous. Something immediately, obviously wrong. I had not pictured a boy.

[ WARNING ] [ Host has attracted the attention of a Major Character. [ Princess Alice's Hostility: 15% ] Evelina smiled. “Interesting.” She walked back toward the mirror and touched her silver hair. The original Evelina had spent her life trying to survive inside a world controlled by other people. But Evelina had something the original villainess never possessed. Knowledge of the future. A mysterious System. And a second chance. She would use all three. She would build her own power. She would uncover every lie. She would destroy every trap placed in her path.

that journey was now going to lead to my own demise. I wasn’t some magical, Goddess blessed white wolf girl of prophecy. I was the one who got in her way. And my partner in crime, the one who would hurt her most, was the man next to me. He will be her first mate, finding out on her eighteenth birthday, and it will be him who ultimately hurts and degrades her to the lowest point of her life. He becomes the drive she needs to awaken her powers and seek out a better life elsewhere.

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

He asked in a rough voice, "Who said you could call me what my mom did?! My mom's not even in her grave yet, and you're already trying to replace her, aren't you?!" The system said, "It's over, kiddo. The villain's darkening level has hit 100%." I did not know what it meant to be completely villainous. All I knew was that Dad was heartbroken and furious! He was like a wild animal pushed to the edge. Julia looked scared, quickly moving closer to Grandpa. "Honey, if the child dislikes me this much, maybe I should just go..." Grandpa, already a volcano of anger, turned even redder. "She's my wife and your elder! How can you talk to your own mother that way?!"

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.

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.