When We Were Villains Novels & Stories

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

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.”

If it might be worth the risk, after all, to teach a legend to gentler things. By spring, Vale was running a pack of his own: misfits and orphans, the city’s afterthoughts. They practiced sabotage, but less for violence, more for spectacle. They ringed the council headquarters in dye bombs. They hacked the election feeds to play nursery rhymes over the public speakers at dawn. The legendary fights grew less frequent, rumors bending into admiration—even from the Market Bosses, who privately hired the pack for silent security, sabotage, and the occasional party trick.

She was like an angel captured in the devil's bed. A willing angel in the devil's bed. Mine. I’d never give her up. I didn’t give a fuck who I’d have to ruin or kill. She was my perfection. The best part was that she’d let me because she wanted to be mine. My enemies called me the Villainous Kingpin. The devil in a three-piece-suit. She just called me hers. She loved me, just the way I was. And God knew I loved her just the way she was. My most beautiful perfection.

Just a revenge plot that destroyed everyone I loved. "I'm sorry," Chen says. "I know this isn't what you wanted to hear. But we needed you to know. Your grandfather's still out there. Still dangerous. Still—" "Still the real villain," Damien finishes. "Not my father. Mine was just a monster. Hers was a mastermind." We drive back to Montana in silence. Both processing. Both understanding. We were all pawns. All of us. Playing roles in a game we didn't understand.

The scars that marked our bodies and souls became symbols of resilience and determination, reminders of the strength we possessed within. In the aftermath of the conflict, we discovered a hidden community of like-minded individuals who shared our vision for a better world. They were the unsung heroes, the silent warriors fighting against the injustices that plagued society. We joined forces with them, forming an alliance that transcended borders and ideologies, united by a common purpose. Together, we tackled the deep-rooted issues that had allowed individuals like Vanessa to thrive. We worked tirelessly to dismantle corrupt systems, expose hidden agendas, and empower the marginalized. Our v

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

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.

Alpha Evan explained, asking what he wanted to at the end while Miss Lillian listened attentively, clearly willing to help as much as she could. Her brows furrowed as she thought about it. "I do know of a war like that. It was between three werewolf packs, and a witch coven out in the woods. From what I know, they were a bunch of powerful witches, so three packs had joined forces to take them down. They had been performing some sort of magic that had apparently been dangerous according to the surrounding werewolf packs and they had deemed it necessary to bring those witches down," Miss Lillian explained, her frown deepening as she spoke.