Villainous Demencia Fanart Novels & Stories

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

Then, he thought about how one of the men in the photos had caused that smudge, and he felt even more nauseous. He ended up puking so much that he fainted. When he woke up, a doctor came in with a report and told him that he had syphilis. The sickness spread quickly. In just a few months, he could not even get out of bed. Yvonne started blatantly bringing those men over to flirt with them in front of his face. The pain of the sickness gave him insomnia. Whenever he shut his eyes, he would even hear someone crying. When he “walked” over, he saw that it was the eighteen-year-old Willow crying.

“Seren Nightwind. Gorgeous, petty, jealous. Let me guess: she’s going to laugh at the heroine, then spend the next twenty chapters humiliating herself. Why do they always name the evil one something vaguely moon-related, anyway? Can’t villains be named, like, Brenda? And why does she bear the same name with me?” She stuffed another mouthful of noodles in her face and typed: “ Seren Nightwind is literally brainless. Why are we pretending this makes her a good rival? If you’re going to write a villainess, at least give her a working frontal lobe. And why the fuck did you think naming her after me was a good idea?!” Her laptop fan whined, trying to keep up with her assault. Seren kept going, a

The woman smiled before replying " well he told us not to tell you who he was but I would like you to thank him properly so it's right to tell you his name , It's Darryl Matthew" " Darryl !!!" She was shocked . Wait , wasn't he that famous basketball? he was always indifferent towards her though and yes he was the Villîan in the book . He later died in the book, even Jade had also had died before the end of the book and she was guessing it was an happy ending for the leads .

It smelled faintly like the sickly sweet smell of wolf's bane, but at the same time, it burned my nose and throat. "So, my rebellious pet awakens." I turn slowly towards the voice that's been the main contributor to this never-ending nightmare that's become my life. Marren slowly comes into focus and he looks none too happy. His usually cold green eyes now swirl with anger and a strange hunger. His blood lust is coming off of him in such heavy waves I feel nothing but fear. Suffocating fear. I want to pass out from the nerves but, for some reason, my mind is buzzing.

{System Booting… 3% 45% 79% 100% Welcome to The 'Villainess Justice System'} A robotic voice thundered loudly across the area, announcing its presence. "Nnngh...Shut it….Shut it now!" The once stark figure from which the dark energy was absorbed from, seemed to have life as it yelled in a domineering tone with its gaze on the white floor. "Noisy." It muttered. Resulting from dark matter being taken away from it, the figure now appeared to be a woman. She possessed long dark, flowing hair with the top part tied into a bun with a blue feathered ribbon. Holding a sword dripping with fresh blood, her whole body was also drenched in another person's blood, possibly a victim as her body harboured

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

] 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

he replied at last. That was a roundabout way of asking what I was talking about. [Wait, when did she grow a brain?] [She's supposed to be a low-IQ bimbo, chat. Vincent married her for that! How else is he going to take control of her family business?] [Guys, relax. He'll take all her assets, kick that dumb bitch to the curb, and live happily ever after with Best Girl Stephie. This is just a red herring.] I glared at the live chat.

A harmonic shudder ripples up through the trench, through the deep currents of Alastor, through the coral foundations of Coralspire Palace. Six hundred feet up, at his late breakfast, my uncle Rick's wineglass cracks in his hand. He sets it down slowly. He does not speak. The boiled quail-egg on his plate goes uneaten. And in a sealed dungeon cell my cousin does not yet know she is sitting in, Mabelle lifts her head — eyes red from screaming, throat raw — and feels the shudder through her rootwork bones, and smiles for the first time in two weeks. Morrigwen watches me bond.