Villainess Level 99 Novels & Stories

The other called my bluff and stepped closer to me, eyeball to eyeball. “Tryna act cool now.” His hands flew towards my waist. I stopped him mid-motion, twisting his fingers. He yelped in response. How hard is it for these alley buffaloes to know I'm no longer a Cinderella? I'm a fucking Lisbeth Salander. I shoved him and sent him landing hard on the floor. “Come let me teach you a lesson.” The rest came at me. I dodged their attacks and, in three attacks from me, knocked them down.

] 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

The violet flame orbs drifted lower, bathing them both in soft light. Raven pictured the sigil again. Thought the command again. Victoria stepped forward—smooth, willing, smiling. And in the obsidian heart of Valros, a nine-year-old necromantress took her first true step toward mastery—not out of fear, not out of survival, but out of something stronger. Love. Trust. And the quiet promise of a future they would fight to keep. Threads of Crimson and Silver

"The Valeciels' medical system is divided into ten levels. The family head is at Level 9, and the Archons stand at Level 8. "Lady Aurelia is at Level 6. Reaching Level 6 at such a young age makes her exceptional within the family. She began her enlightenment at 2 and studied for 18 years. She reached Level 5 at 20." Isolde slowed for a moment. 'She started at 2, studied for 18 years, and only reached Level 5? And the family head expects me to reach Level 5 in seven days? Is that a joke?' Mimi stopped and turned to her, her eyes filled with respect and admiration. "Lady Isolde, do not worry. In terms of medical mastery, you are different from everyone else.

Her A-Tier Skill [Grand Charm] allowed her to completely obtain the allegiance of any target of hers as long as they heard her voice or looked into her eyes—or both—when she activated the Skill. Using this Skill, she had managed to gain the allegiance of literally everyone in both Alpha and Beta Class. Of course, she had to use it at intervals since using the Skill drained practically all of her Mana. ‘But now that I’ve Leveled Up, I can use it twice and still have a bit of Mana left.’ Rey and Alicia had been charmed almost instantly, thanks to her improved abilities. “Leveling Up really has its perks,” she mused, her smile widening.

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

The lady whose eyes were shaking a while ago, stood tall and spoke without emotion. "Why?" I asked as I sat down on the chair. This is going to take a while. "Just like you, vengeance runs deep in my blood." "...." I looked at her coldly, waiting for her to continue. "I will avenge my mother and sit on that golden damn throne." She smirked wickedly as greed glistened in her eyes. "You're not worthy of the crown." Kian hissed in anger and tried to intimidate the once meek lady but surprisingly, she remained unfazed.

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.

A woman with a lower will might surrender after 3-5 encounters, while a strong-willed individual, such as a CEO or president, may require significantly more effort, potentially 10-15 encounters before she considers surrendering. As he read through the details, he noticed a roadmap outlining different milestones: 10, 25, 50, 100, 200, 500, and 1000. Each milestone indicated a reward for making 10 women surrender, with progressively greater rewards for each subsequent level—25, 50, 100, 200, and so on. The system seemed to promise increasing challenges and rewards as he advanced.