Villainous Threads Novels & Stories

Some became silent, their eyes going blank as they saw things only they could see. When Vaughn attempted to draw one of them back, the wolf's body stiffened. Silver light crawled across his skin, then exploded like broken glass. "Return!" I gave a shout. Grabbing Vaughn, Rowan pulled him away. The ground exploded as soon as their boots passed the inner line. Blue, not red, flames surged upward in a spiral. Beside me, Silas emerged with a steady, low voice. "The Thread is bleeding." “So stop it!” His expression was impenetrable as he gazed at me. "I have no right to quit. She alone has that right."

I looked up, waiting for her to continue. "He's the famous Mr. Vance." I squinted at her in confusion, and she leaned in closer. "The dangerous man everyone fears. Last I checked, he practically owns half the city." At her words, my heart rate doubled once again. I had heard rumors of the infamous Vance name before, but I had never seen his face. And I slept with him? I gulped in quiet terror. "He's... that Mr. Vance?" I managed to say, clutching my hands tightly in my lap so she wouldn't see them trembling.

“The threads confirm it. He plans to strike at the outer villages first, to weaken morale and draw loyal forces away from the capital. Some border packs have already joined him, believing my power corrupts the bloodline and that only his rule can restore stability. He paints me as the poison that must be removed.” A low, dangerous growl rumbled in Lucien’s chest. His hand slid up to cup Caelan’s jaw, turning his face for a deep, claiming kiss. It was fierce and possessive, born of the looming war and the constant fear of losing what they had fought so hard to build. The bond flared hot between them, moonlight threads flickering visibly around their bodies in the morning light.

{Why. “Because I have questions, Roundy. Questions that only the hive mind of bored insomniacs can answer.” {I am literally a super-intelligence bonded to your soul.} “And yet you didn’t come with a search bar.” I angled the camera, snapped a quick mirror selfie (violet eyes, bed hair, silk nightgown slipping off one shoulder), and hit post: New account – need villainess advice ASAP. Transmigrated into a bitchy noble lady who’s supposed to be hated by everyone. Tips to speedrun public enemy #1 without smiling? Serious answers only.

In the sponsorship group chat, I notice someone has used their aid money to buy the latest LV handbag. I send a friendly reminder in the group chat, saying, "Please use the financial aid for your studies and avoid unnecessary spending just to keep up with others." Ella Lowe, the campus belle, immediately makes a post online to attack me. "He's sponsoring all these poor students because he wants to find a sugar baby! He's only doing it because he wants our bodies!" I am left stunned. For the past five years, I have never interfered with their personal lives and simply tried to help students who can't afford an education. Yet these indignant university students actually report me to th

My throat went dry as I asked, "What does it want to do?" Gus pointed at the cave entrance. "Look at that constantly flickering red light. The beast has injected its poison into its core. It aims to harness its remaining power to shatter the core into powder, utilizing the forest's toxic mist to refine it into red clouds that ascend into the sky, only to fall as rain. "The entire village will be thoroughly saturated with the enchantment. All the villagers will die from uncontrolled lust, turning into blood that seeps into the soil. This will become nourishment for the Temptress to prepare for its next reincarnation."

But before she could act, a voice filled the room—deep, resonant, and entirely otherworldly. “You have awakened the bridge,” it said, the words echoing in her mind rather than her ears. Vivienne froze, her breath catching in her throat. The figure that materialized beside the machine was unlike anything she had ever seen. Its form shimmered, barely solid, and its glowing eyes bored into her with an intensity that made her feel exposed. “Who are you?” she demanded, her voice sharp despite the tremor in her hands. The figure tilted its head, its movements deliberate and unnerving. “I am the guardian of the threads,” it said. “You have tampered with forces beyond your comprehension.”

To him, time was like an interloping of threads, all related to each other and the ultimate space, and in rare, yet possible cases, it was possible to bend those threads. Threads...threads of time...it rang a bell, but I wasn't sure where I had heard it from. I closed the book and fell on the chair. Time travel? Me? For what? So I can re-live some of the worst years of my life? I held my hair in handfuls and yelled, hoping that if I yelled hard enough, some miracle will take place and take me back to the time I belong. I have already lived past this. This is not my life any more.

I snarled, my voice shaking with a mixture of terror and fury. ​The whisper changed. The warmth evaporated, replaced by a cold, metallic rasp that made the hair on my arms stand up. The shadow beneath the iron plate pulsed, an oily black light seeping through the runes. It did not speak again, but the vibration it sent through the ground was a direct threat. It was the Shadow Thread Winnie had sensed, and it was using my own grief as a skeleton key.

Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried. "I was just messing with you. Why did you actually drink it? Maddie, since when did you become so weak?" he asked. The original Maddison was not fragile at all. After all, she was the villainous side character whose job was to frame the female lead before meeting her destined death. The female lead was Cynthia. Just a while back, the original Maddison had tried to stop her from taking the SATs by slipping laxatives into Cynthia's food. However, halfway through, the original Maddison got scared and switched the drugged meal with a normal one.