Villainess Stories Novels & Stories

He was brought to his knees, stripped of his title and his dignity. Lily was dragged from her chair, her pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. By twisting the truth, I had ensured they would share the same fate—not as enemies, but as co-conspirators. As they were dragged toward the dungeons, Gabriel stepped to my side, his hand resting firmly on the small of my back. "You played a dangerous game, Vanessa," he whispered, watching our enemies disappear into the dark corridor. "I didn't play a game, Gabriel," I replied, looking up at him. "I ended one.”

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

However, the commander had mixed feelings in his eyes. I had worked with people for a long time. I wasn't a sixteen-year-old high schooler. I was a freaking thirty-one-year-old mature and accomplished woman inside the body of a skinny woman who might be in her late teens or early twenties. Aloisia was also young. How did she become a dark sorceress? This world was not kind to the dark magic practitioners. I guess every story needs a villain. But there wasn't just one villain. There were villains. My damn fate was connected to villains.

The Council's observers moved through the crowd with the awkwardness of people who'd forgotten how to be anonymous. And at the edge, in the shadows, in the margins where the real story was being written, my circle held its position. Seraphina with her wounded optimism. Emberlyn with her fragile brilliance. Austin with his silent blade. Thalassa with her ocean patience. Elara with her rebirth fire. Zephina with her shadow sovereignty. Riven with his beautiful error. And me. The revenant. The anomaly. The villainess who'd stopped playing her role and had started building something that didn't need the narrative's permission to exist.

The D'Aramitzes—who had paid my best friend to poison me, who had tried to murder my unborn child, who had a decades-long history of violence and cover-ups—were being painted as the victims. And we were the villains. "That's insane," I whispered. "That's—they tried to kill me. They tried to kill our baby." "I know." His grip on my hand tightened. "And I have proof. Mountains of it. But proof doesn't matter if the narrative shifts. Proof doesn't matter if people want to believe the lie." I stared at him, the implications slowly unfolding. "Lilian." His silence was answer enough. "She's behind this," I said. "She's feeding the narrative. She's using her connections, her influence, to make them

he admitted. “There’s a conspiracy,” Violet said sharply. “And I want the best lawyer in this country—you—to help me not only fight but win.” The man leaned back, a spark of intrigue lighting his eyes. “I love an interesting case, Miss Wells,” he said, his lips curving into a smile. “And yours is above the roof.”

Was this what it pays to be an Alpha'? My father never told me everything I needed to know. He kept hiding secrets from me telling me that the Moon Goddess requests for their sacrifices. But I had enough. No explanation could fill in the void in my heart. This, I felt, was how Villains were born. Suddenly, I began to feel my head ache seriously. I guess I was pretty tired from a rough day. It worsened. My whole body hurt as well. Lily wasn't here to treat me. I was alone.

“Scarlet, thank you for raising two such outstanding sons for me for years. I’m really pleased with them.” I stormed over, and with rage on my face, I slapped them all in the face. “Cheaters!” When they saw this, the words started popping up like mushrooms after rain. [What’s wrong with the villainess? How dare she hit the protagonists?] [She was just asked to help raise the boy. She’s so petty. As a villainess, she should know her place!] Wendy got worked up and started yelling at me. “Scarlet, you jinx! How dare you hit your own husband?! I’m going to get Steven to divorce you right now!”

Crouching down to his level Damian smirked viciously as he tapped his gun on his chin as if he was thinking. "You know what I forgot about you trying to force her. Thanks for reminding me. Let me tell you a story I read, a novel actually." Damian smiled making the guy in front of him tremble two times. "In a Chinese novel which I read there used to be a villainess. A villainess who's desperate for the main lead. She tried to humiliate, hurt and kill the female lead. When nothing worked she tried to drug the male lead and tried to sleep with him. But we already know that the female lead would never let it happen. As usual the villainess is punished you know how? Guess it."

Sometimes it was made of whispers, of banners, of loyalty forged in fear and fire. And whether I wanted it or not, it was being placed upon my head. Across the palace, Aria raged in silence. Her chambers were littered with shattered glass, broken pearls, and torn fabric. She had screamed until her throat bled, then laughed until tears blurred her sight. Cassian lived. Again. Serina rose. Again. And she...she was cornered. But serpents struck hardest when cornered. Already she had begun planting whispers. A note slipped beneath a door, accusing a rival noble of funding the assassin. A servant dismissed with a coin and lies, told to spread tales that the captain had been poisoned by his own me