Villain Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Andrea knew what awaited him. A slow death, hours of brutal torture until he’d given up all his secrets. By provoking you, he died a quick death.” I regarded the bloody mess on the floor. “I doubt it was the painless end he’d hoped for.” “Not painless, no,” Felix said, following my gaze. “But fairly quick. Better than he deserved, if you ask me.” I leaned back against the wall, not sure where to go from here. My wife had betrayed me, admitted that she’d rather see me dead, and threatened to kill our baby, if it was even ours. My chest constricted until every breath was a struggle.

And I had a feeling my dagger was not an almighty weapon. They had not noticed me. Yet. The brown-haired girl finally screamed in pain, a satisfied groan from the guy who still had his neck bent to her wrist. Her other wrist that was on him dropped lifeless to her side. She– she was dead. Immediately, he dropped her to the ground. Not harshly, but not quite caring where she fell, as long as she was off him. Seeing her face, my blood went cold. It was Ophillia from ward three who had joined in the truth and dare game. And then, he looked up. Red glowing eyes I recalled were once silver met mine.

] 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

Well, every girl is the heroine of their hero. His always emotionless eyes softened and his lips curled into a small smile. Taking him off guard. He took the girl out to the roof to play with rain, the same girl he was supposed to kill. The same girl who recorded and threatened him. The same girl who looks at him with utmost disgust in her innocent eyes. And it all felt like a story. A villain falling in love with an innocent heroine. And like every villain he also doesn't mind burning the whole fucking word just to have her beside him.

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

Villain to become friends? Is this a good idea? If these two become friends, then maybe some things will change in a good way. But this is also too risky. What if Mr. Villain will change his plans? Instead of focusing on her, Mr. Villain might steal and destroy Mr. Protagonist's future. That would surely become a disaster. 'Ah! This creature named 'Andrew Gartin' is making my head hurts' Rhianne thought as she scratches her head in annoyance. She stops walking fast when she arrived at the waiting shed near the school entrance. The truth is, it was not her older brother who texted her, but Dr. Calvin.

WHEN THE VILLAIN FALLS IN LOVE Everyone knows Alessia Romano. Powerful. Beautiful. Untouchable. A woman who doesn't forgive betrayal and doesn't believe in love. So when Amara Quinn walks into her life, Alessia has no intention of falling for her. Amara is only supposed to be an employee. A temporary part of Alessia's carefully calculated plan. But Amara is stubborn, innocent in ways Alessia doesn't understand, and completely unimpressed by the woman everyone else fears. For the first time, Alessia finds herself wanting something she can't control. Her. What begins as curiosity becomes attraction. Attraction becomes obsession. And obsession becomes somethi

‘She already got what she wanted! The post twisted everything. It accused me of stealing Rosecrest, betraying the Moon Goddess’s mate bond by rejecting Jason, and of endangering Viki’s unborn child because I was “a bitter hateful barren omega that only cared about power”. The post turned my heartbreak into a weapon and made me out to be a villain. “It’s Viki,” Della snarled. “How dare she attempt to ruin your reputation! You should have let me claw her face.” “That would have only made the situation worse, and you know it,” I said.

"If I’m not perfect—if I don't get the best grades, the best social standing, the best husband—I’m a 'failure.' Asher was supposed to be my escape. He’s a Vale. My father would have respected that. But he chose you." I froze. The wit that usually sat on the tip of my tongue felt like lead. I looked at the bruises, then at the terror in her eyes. In this world of elite schools and fast bikes, I’d forgotten that every villain has a origin story. Vivian wasn't just a mean girl; she was a victim who had decided to become a monster to survive. "Vivian," I said, my voice softening despite myself. "That doesn't give you the right to destroy people."

From the man who believes he is always in control. Long time, Gianne, he wrote, adding a laughing emoji. Thor. Asshole.