Villainous Novels & Stories

"But the Zergs attacked the transport. Now I'm stuck here, waiting for the students from the Academy to rescue us." Mythos Academy...Why does that sound so familiar? "And you?" he asks. "What are you doing here?" "Tourism," I lie smoothly. "By the way, what's your name?" "Arlo Napki." Arlo. The name hits me like a bullet. My memory clicks. Just yesterday, my rival mocked me with a trashy novel. It's a dark fantasy smut story where logic doesn't exist. I am the vicious Villainess destined to be humiliated and killed. Arlo, the pathetic male villain who awakens the power of Narcissus—cursed with useless beauty and zero combat power.

It was a face from his past, someone who shared his desire for revenge. "Killian Montgomery," George growled, his voice laced with malice. "It seems fate has brought us together once again. And this time, we will make them pay for what they've done." Killian Montgomery, a malevolent figure driven by his own dark ambitions, stepped into the light. His eyes gleamed with a twisted delight, reveling in the prospect of vengeance. A sinister alliance was formed as the two villains joined forces, their malevolence intertwining like tendrils of darkness.

she asked. Even though I didn't want to agree with her, she does have a point. "I think you are right," I said. "So what we need to do is find Victor's brother and kill him cause as far as we know from what Victor had always told us about his family is that they are all wicked and his only weakness is feeling sorry for them to the point that he can't end their lives," she said while looking for me for confirmation so that we can go on and investigate about Victor's family.

I was never going to feel sorry for anyone, especially not a wicked Villain like me. "Hahahaha… Damien! Look at you. All grown up. Ready to be an Alpha. What were you thinking? That you would run somewhere, away from your pack? Away from your responsibility? Tell me, who's the villain here? Haha" I remained silent. All I could hear in my head was the truth that came out from his mouth. "Listen up, kid," he wheezed, "you can't dodge these dark truths. Embrace them, live with 'em. Those sacrifices, all for you, Damien. Can't you see? Think your wolf's some Moon Goddess present?"

he shouted at me, his glare turning hotter by the second. I shook my head. I couldn't do this. I couldn't put him through so much pain. "Stop being such a fucking coward and using my pain as an excuse to stop," he glared at me. "I am not a coward," I said through clenched teeth. "You are. Like all other werewolves. Too scared to change. Too scared to do anything worthwhile. I should've known you're too much of a scaredy cat to go through with it," he said, slowly getting up from the ground now that the pain was reducing.

I said softly causing him to look over at me surprise on his features at my change in tone. "Real name is Kateus, also known as the sin of envy, due to jealous tendencies and grudges" I said taking a deep breath. "One of the main downfalls in humanity is the want for what others have making him one of the most dangerous sins because it doesn't matter who gets hurt in the process the only thing that is a priority is his own want to be better and higher then anything and everyone else around him" I said causing him to look almost ashamed.

Because if I care, I’ll go crazy. Then I realized that I’m not the right person to give him some advice. A good friend would probably give a lot better advice, but… I’m a villainess, am I? I’ve never been one for selfless-ness or comforting or caring, really. 'The world is fucked up, nothing matters except for myself', that's how I managed to live. Morals are quite often the last thing on my mind. So yeah, it’s fucked up. I think that’s also the reason I could never really hate Isadore. I mean, who's the villainess to judge another villain, right?

The day he locked me in his cage I promised him that I’d make him beg on his knees and at the end of this nightmare I’d wake up with a smile on my face. Antonio Ruthless. Monster. I am the monster nightmares are made of. The part of me that was human died a long time ago and now I live for vengeance and blood of my enemy. My name is enough to bring my enemies to their knees. I’m the real villain walking among the innocents. There’s nothing and no-one that would stop me from getting the blood that I was owed. Except her. And she tries. Oh, how she fûcking tries.

Jana lowered her head and contemplated about Vivien. "After the COO feature turns off, our Ai will talk less and the data will start to cut off a little. At first I hated it, but in time I realized that as a villain's lackey, it doesn't matter if I search for them or not. The settings and the right conditions will soon lead me to them naturally. By the will of the game itself. When the villains sought for help, the circumstances will lead me to them eventually. However, the villains' as well as the protagonists' role are the vital parts of each mission. They needed to be aware of each others' move. Or else, they would be erased without knowing that the opponent has won the round."

I suspected that Villain X had helped him in the past, just like she was helping me, and he was doing all of this to pay her back. He was just a pawn, moved and controlled by the Villain X. A doll controlled by the puppet master. Yet I could see why he was in his position right now. Frankly, Blake was not exactly the brightest crayon in the box, he was easily triggered by anger and pride. The dude was like a walking jerrycan of gasoline, ready to explode with even the tiniest spark of fire.