Villainess Hourglass Novels & Stories

Only with that I won't leave any regrets behind. "Princess Belladonna is truly an admirable person with a good heart. I can tell that the future of the empire will become brighter," Countess Villiers said with a genuine smile. I could only smile at hearing her compliments. *** "Don't you dare yawn." I had to bite my lower lip to stop myself from yawning. "I won't, Your Majesty."

My heart caught in my throat. I turned quickly. “Damien! You’re here!” I cried out, tears pricking the corners of my eyes as I scrambled toward him. He stirred at my voice, slowly waking from his slumber. And when he did, his arms wrapped tightly around me without hesitation, as though he feared I might disappear. His eyes scanned the room in confusion, and that’s when we both saw it. A massive hourglass stood in the corner—tall, ancient, and glowing faintly. The golden sands inside drifted slowly from one chamber to the other, as though time itself had decided to pause. It didn’t feel like morning or night. It felt like… a borrowed day.

Prince Mathias chuckled, "This is outrageous. Are you really the lady I knew...Estelle? You used to like me, didn't you?" She cringed in disgust, hearing that name coming from his mouth. She used to feel butterflies in her stomach, but not anymore. "Yes, I used to...but what a horrible past that must have been for me..." Well, well, well... seems like it's not so bad to be labeled as a Villainess after all. It's time for her to make her move. Throwing a hateful glance at the crown prince, Lady Vienna turned around. “Leave, I don’t have time to waste.”

Villains didn’t fight tooth and nail just to be seen. Villains didn’t deserve everything they got. They took it. I forced my eyes open wider, studying the woman in the mirror. Her flawless eyeliner. Her peach-blushed cheekbones. The diamond choker glittering like tiny teeth against her throat. No. I wasn’t the villain. I’m a survivor.

Staircases spiral into nothingness, and hallways branch into portals flickering with dead worlds. Eden leads, his steps precise, as if following a map only he can see. The Hunter trails, muttering about traps and hubris. "Here," Eden says, stopping at a chamber where the walls are lined with hourglasses. Each holds not sand but *souls*-tiny, flickering figures pressed against the glass. One pulses with Kael's face, another with Lila's. The Hunter inhales sharply. "You said *answers*, not ghosts." Eden ignores him, touching an hourglass marked with a wolf's fang. "This is yours, Mom."

The first image she saw was of the fiery Titan, Prometheus, roaring as he commanded an army of dark souls to rise from the Darkforce realm. The image vanished as a new one immediately replaced it, this time showing Viper something she was not quite sure what it was but it was an object looking a lot like an hourglass, except it gave off a mystical green glow that blinded her before the image vanished. The next image in the montage was even more confusing which showed a ring that was sparkling with lightning, lightning of different colors just as a hand picked it up and slid it into a finger. Viper never got to see who the person wearing the ring was as a new image cut through, showing a figu

Every billionairess. Every board member. Every fake friend and backstabber in a dress with a champagne glass. I had no plans of going. Until this. Until that recording. Until they made me look like the villain in my own damn life. I marched to the closet. Snatched the darkest, sexiest, most dramatic gown I could find. Velvet black with a slit that screamed “Try me.” I threw it on. Red lipstick. Diamond cuffs. Louboutins that could kill a man if I stepped hard enough.

“Not a very good anything, in fact.” “I doubt that very much,” she rose from the rocking chair and set the cup and plate on the table. “You have a kind heart,” she reached out and cupped my cheek with gnarled fingers. “To bring an old woman in out of the cold to rest. In return for your kindness,” she lifted from around her neck a chain on which hung a small vial and placed it over my head. “Within this vial is a magic potion of healing. It cannot heal everything, unfortunately, but it is the strongest magic that I possess.” “Thank you,” I covered the vial with my palm. “But a gift was not necessary.”

The sight of him fills her with a mix of dread and morbid fascination. She hurries over to the wardrobe, her fingers fumbling with the intricate latches as she struggles to open it. Inside, she finds an exquisite yet unsettling ensemble - a corseted bodice adorned with sharp metal studs, a full skirt of midnight-black silk, and a choker with a glittering obsidian pendant shaped like a serpent's head. With shaking hands, Hazel begins to dress, the garments fitting her like a second skin. The corset cinches tightly around her waist, making her feel both exposed and constricted.

“We’re expecting a child.” She smiles warmly, her eyes shining with genuine happiness. “So I heard. Congratulations, by the way.” “Thank you,” I say quietly. She pushes back her sleeves, revealing the faint, glowing inscription of an hourglass, the sand slowly slipping down. Her voice drops to a whisper. “I don’t have much time. There’s something you need to know.” “Go on,” I urge. She leans closer as one of the candles flickers and goes out, casting shadows over her face. “Do you know a person called Cassandra?”