Villain Cultivator Novels & Stories

I wished it were as simple as she made it sound. If I refused, he would crush my career without batting an eye. If I accepted, I was walking straight into a trap. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. I had worked so hard to build my reputation, avoiding anything that could tarnish my life's work. Maybe I should just run away and start a new life?

I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead. Although I drank the pesticide, I thought the character's ending would still be the same. However, I was wrong. I did not die. The pesticide seller, Terry Powell, had diluted the pesticide with water to make more profit. He even came to visit me, carrying a basket of fruit. He clutched his chest as he said, "Oh, thank goodness, I was greedy and diluted it with water! Otherwise, I'd be paying with my life right now." Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried.

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.

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.

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?"

“What are the responsibilities of the people here?” "It is being captured to serve men's physiology." “Who is the guardian of this place?” "Waldo Helen." “Indeed. Cousin is a trafficker. This time must have entered the exact cave where they hid people.” Duncan Hiddleston was lost in his thoughts. "But why do other people show signs of physical and mental exhaustion, but only you can still keep your youth?" “I… As long as you give him what he wants. He will put you at ease.” "That's raping you."

, 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.}

Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of. Maybe she was the person who had been standing between Amara and the truth all along. Protecting her. Even when Amara didn't understand why. Outside, footsteps disappeared into the rain. And somewhere far away, a phone screen lit up. A message appeared. SHE KNOWS HE'S ALIVE. A second message followed. MOVE TO THE NEXT PLAN. And beneath it was a photograph. Daniel Quinn. Alive. Older. Standing beside a window. Waiting. END OF ARC ONE

Alpha Horres would kill both me and my mate if he ever discovered him. This couldn’t get any worse than it already did. I guess I wasn’t destined to get the full strength of my wolf then. Sigh! How else could I explain a situation where my wolf required our mate to strengthen her when I was already another man’s property? I wouldn’t even dare to go out there looking for any so-called mate. “What the heck do you mean by being a breeder? Do you know who you are? Empires would kill to have you, yet you have been reduced to a lowly breeder? What a joke! Who would even dare to make you a breeder?”

He has heard of cultivators, to him, they are the people he dare not offend, he wanted to slap himself for landing in the devil's net in name of little profit. He has to swallow his dissatisfaction, and made the arrangement, the next day, he went to Miles's residence with Special forces. The Special forces are cultivators recognized by the government to be responsible for cultivators all over the country. The three cultivators walking behind Lloyd looked extremely righteous but received a lot of money before coming here. One of them frowned, “this isn't right, something is wrong” he muttered. The others nodded too, “you are right, I feel like we are walking into a trap”