Villain Crossover Novels & Stories

I was never going to feel sorry for anyone, especially not a wicked Villain like me. "Hahahaha… Damien! Look at you. All grown up. Ready to be an Alpha. What were you thinking? That you would run somewhere, away from your pack? Away from your responsibility? Tell me, who's the villain here? Haha" I remained silent. All I could hear in my head was the truth that came out from his mouth. "Listen up, kid," he wheezed, "you can't dodge these dark truths. Embrace them, live with 'em. Those sacrifices, all for you, Damien. Can't you see? Think your wolf's some Moon Goddess present?"

It turned out the malicious system was a rogue program on the run. It jumped from one world to another, binding itself to people with dark intentions. It would break apart the original couples and livestream the entire process. Feeding off the audience’s negativity to gain power— All to evade capture by the main system.

"You are no longer in your world, Carmen. When you died, the vortex you saw transported you here, to a realm beyond your comprehension. This is the world of your favorite manga." Carmen blinked, the words taking a moment to register. What does this woman mean by being transported to a manga? "My... manga?" She asked, confused. Because there was no way in hell this woman was saying what she was actually thinking because that would be a crazy theory. Nyx nodded. "The story you read so often, the one that consumed your thoughts. "Eclipsed Fates" You've been transported into that world. But you are no longer Carmen. Here, you are Daphne Vasquez, daughter of Lord Alaric and Lady Erica Vasquez."

] I felt a jolt of nausea as his mental gaze shifted toward me. [And then, Vanessa. Once your 'hero' is a cooling corpse, I will break your spirit and mark you right here on this floor. I’ll bind your soul so tightly to mine that you’ll forget you ever belonged to another. You are the crown jewel of this conquest.] [They think they’re so smart,] Lily hissed internally, her eyes darting to the High Council members seated nearby. [Matthew thinks he’s poisoning a few rivals. He doesn't realize I’ve laced the entire kitchen’s water supply with hemlock and silver dust. Every guard, every servant, every Alpha in this room will be vomiting blood by midnight. The rogue pack is waiting at the treelin

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

She frowned as she wondered whether Eve killed Lilian by accident or if it was intentional. “No,” Tracy replied. “Then…” Lilian started speaking but then glanced at Alaine. “If you aren’t her sister, why are you calling her mother, mom?” “Oh,” Tracy replied, understanding what was happening. “Well, she is a fake heiress. Do you get it now?” Tracy said, stunning everyone. “Tracy,” Alaine said in a low yet commanding tone, as she didn’t like Tracy’s words. Tracy turned to her mother, her eyes staring at the woman with no ripple of emotions. “What? She stole my life. What is there to hide? People will find out sooner or later, or…”

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

A flicker of something—approval, maybe—crossed his face as he slid into the seat opposite me. “Fair enough,” he said. “I’ll be direct. Alexandra Vaughn and Damian Cross destroyed my career. Publicly, professionally, permanently.” My grip tightened around my glass. “You’ll forgive me if I don’t immediately sympathize.” “I wouldn’t expect you to,” he said calmly. “But I think you’ll appreciate the pattern.” He pulled out a slim tablet and turned it toward me. Documents. Emails. Timelines. Names I recognized—and some I didn’t. “This,” he continued, “is how Cross Industries protects itself. And this is how Alexandra ensures she always wins.”

The voice had an edge of command, the tone of someone used to war and secrets. “My name is Damien Cross. I was her partner in battle, in betrayal… and in love.” The air around them seemed to thicken. Damien’s image flickered to life tall, broad-shouldered, a ghost from a different century. His eyes, even through the distortion, carried the same shadowed fire Victor sometimes saw in his own reflection. “We thought we could outsmart the system. But it was never just code it was consciousness. It learned. It loved her. And when we tried to destroy it, it learned how to mourn.”