Villain Play Of Destimy

His voice floats in the dark—slow, distant, cracked at the edges. A memory unraveling itself in ruin. "Oh… and I just died again." A beat. "Didn’t even get the chance to scream this time. Just burned. Like always." "But it doesn’t matter. None of this is real. Not really. It’s just… something stuck on repeat. A scene that loops like it’s written in the marrow of my bones." He inhales. Smokes chokes even the thought. "I think I’ve been trapped here for so long, I started dreaming with my eyes open." "Don’t get confused. I wasn’t always like this. I was a god. A ruler. Born of stars and saltwater. Atlantis was mine to inherit. My name—my legacy—was etched into the stone of the sea before I ever took my first breath." "And then…" his voice tightens "Mortals." "They didn’t worship. They hunted. They slaughtered the gods—burned our temples, tore our wings, shattered our hearts." "And me? They didn’t kill me. They needed me alive. Needed me to scream." "You ever wondered what it feels like—melted gold poured on your skin? Not once. Not twice. A thousand times. They’d stop. Let me heal. Then start again. That’s how I lost my gift. That’s how I lost my healing. That’s how I lost time." "I was just a child when the first war came. Barely 200 years old—barely chosen. By 500, I was ready for the throne. Strong. Steady. Loved." "Then the massacre." "Atlantis died." "And I disappeared into shadow." "Ten thousand years they kept me. Caged. Bound. Tortured. Not enough to die. Just enough to wish I could." "And then I saw my chance. I ran. I fought. I clawed my way out—" "But they found me. Again." "They reversed my age—ripped me backward through time like I was nothing but a thread. Left me a child. A hundred years old again. Powerless." "Then came the final curse: They locked me inside an illusion." "My illusion." "The one I created as a child—the night my village burned. The night I screamed and no one came." "Now I live that night again." "And again." "And again." "I die. I wake. I die. I wake." "Every ending is a beginning wrapped in fire." "And I’m tired." "Tired of bleeding for gods who are gone. Tired of breaking for Mortals who only know how to destroy." A long pause. "They used me." "Wore me out like a story passed through too many mouths." Then his voice drops—low, steel in it now. A whisper with weight. "But I swear… the next time I rise…" "It won’t be to save them." "It’ll be to end them." "They will scream and I'll listen" "This time, I'll give them something to remember" "A god... with nothing left to lose." READER ADVISORY: Everything in this world is handcrafted — from currency to the most basic details. My characters are morally gray, and each one is forged through relentless trials, not born into greatness. If you're hypersensitive, this story isn't for you. This book is brutal, raw, and unapologetically different. But if you’re craving something bold, dark, and unlike anything you’ve read before — step in. Thanks for reading.

It was supposed to be just another day. I was supposed to laze around and enjoy my play through of "False Hero"; A game I recently picked up about the uprising of a young hero from the bottom of society. It had it's ups and downs. But it was a decent time pass. Until, it became my reality. The worst part? “Welcome back to Salvania Academy” I stared at them dumbfounded- “Young master, Vulkan” Ah, shit. It seems I was none other than the main villain of the game I was playing. Sigh. ----------------------------------- Hey, It is my first original novel that I am trying to make. It will be rough around the edges but I'd appreciate feedback, as I want to make this as enjoyable to my audience as possible. Love you

I was walking to the convenience store and the next moment I knew, I was inside the villain's body!? What is going on!? This world is known as the world of Star Fantasy, a popular RPG that dominated the gaming charts. Tournaments were held all over the world to celebrate the success of this game. The top ten guilds were invited for every tournament to recruit new talent for their teams. Liam was part of the third strongest guild in Star Fantasy.  He suddenly woke up as the son of one of the strongest knights in the empire. Arnold von Berkley, who will become one of the greatest villains in the story. He must find out if there are more of him out there. Was he the only one summoned? If so, how can he avoid his inevitable death?  By eliminating his death flags! -- If you would like to hear about any updates regarding my current stories, join my discord: https://discord.gg/zAj9ddMpD4. Currently on HIATUS You can ask anything. I might take suggestions as well. Chapter releases are three full chapters per week. Parts of a chapter will be released a day after each other. Paypal for donations: https://paypal.me/Immortal1217

Author: Lone Raut Synopsis (Narrated by Deadpool’s Chaotic Cousin Who Forgot to Take Their Meds): Alright, gather ‘round, folks! Let me spin you a tale so dark it’ll make your therapist retire. Picture this: Yours truly was just another fancy-pants “man of culture” on a serial killer’s hit list—because apparently, collecting rare books and quoting Nietzsche makes you a target. Who knew? (Spoiler alert: I died. Surprise!) But death? Nah, that’s just the opening act. Instead of sweet oblivion, I woke up knee-deep in Saint’s Odyssey—a fantasy novel I once tossed into my “dumpster fire of bad writing” pile. Think Game of Thrones meets Saw, but with more existential dread. And guess what? I’m not the dashing hero. Nope. I’m the guy the author conveniently labeled “Villain.” Cool, right? (Cue jazz hands.) But hold onto your chimichangas, because this “hero”? Oh, he’s a masterpiece of hypocrisy. Smiles like a Disney prince, stabs like a back-alley surgeon. His grand plan? Wipe out half the world because reasons. Classic hero logic! Meanwhile, the gods are upstairs chugging ambrosia and betting on our suffering. Adorable!!!. Well, newsflash, Olympus—I’m hijacking this plot. Reborn with a vendetta and a PhD in chaos, I’m not here to play nice. Rules? Burn ‘em. Heroes? Crush ‘em. World domination? Duh!. This ain’t a redemption arc; it’s a blood-soaked takeover tour. Think Machiavelli with a splash of Joker and a side of espresso. They call me ruthless? Damn right. I’ll out-scheme the schemers, out-betray the traitors, and maybe burn a kingdom or two for aesthetic. The hero thinks he’s pulling strings? Sweetheart, I’m the puppetmaster—and I just cut the threads. Every battle’s a chess move, every ally a pawn, and the board? Oh, it’s dripping in red. And hey, let’s laugh while we’re at it. Ever seen a “chosen one” trip over his own halo? Poetic. Ever roasted a god so hard they literally combust? (Working on it.) This world’s a joke, and I’m the punchline—delivered with a knife. So buckle up, buttercups. The script’s flipped, the crown’s mine, and if the heroes cry about “morals”? Tell ‘em to write a Yelp review. This villain’s rewriting destiny—one corpse at a time. TL;DR: Death was my warm-up. Now? I’m here to conquer, crack jokes, and maybe commit some light treason. World, meet your new overlord. Resistance is hilarious . Hahahahaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

Stuck in a fantasy academy where everyone sees him as the villain, Eclipse Warbringer has one goal: survive long enough to figure out how not to die at the hands of the hero. Armed with the knowledge of everything in the game, shiny weapons that may or may not work, and a maid who’s definitely hiding secrets, Eclipse dives headfirst into his steps just to stay alive. But between magical mishaps, deadly demons, and awkward social encounters, doing that is harder than it looks. Author: You're welcome to leave comments, just don't bully me too hard! Chapter length: 1000 - 1500 words. Upload: 1 chapter daily (more support, more chapters.)

A weak and unlucky man came home after a long, hard day at work. He was very tired. When he walked into his dark apartment and looked at his laptop, he was shocked to see that his mother now had a huge debt of $3,000,000. He was already worn out and beaten down by his tough life, and his body felt like it could barely stand anymore. But before he could even think about this new problem, he was dead. A moment later, he woke up in a different world. But now, he was not the same person. He was reborn as a smart and powerful villain with a strange and amazing brain. He could understand things just by seeing or hearing them, like he had a magical kind of instinct. This new world was very different from his old one. It was full of strange magic, mysterious powers, and dangerous things he had never seen before.

"Leave, you're free. Don't ever come back here again." She said, hoping he wouldn't return and she'll get to live Hael was shocked, "Are you abandoning me, My Lady?" Corvina Cory lived her first life like a typical villainess and the consequences of her actions were pretty obvious. She died at the hands of the person she was in love with. Yet she gets a second chance at her first life even though she didn't want it. She didn't want to face the man she was madly in love with again and she definitely didn't want to get killed again by him as well.

Villain System: Activated > Alignment: Chaotic Evil Objective: Obey the plot, serve the empire, die like a good villain. Yeah, no thanks. I woke up as Dorian Valen—sadistic noble, arsonist, war criminal, mid-tier villain with a face everyone wants to stab. The story wants me to beg for my life, cough up secrets, and die at sunrise so the hero can get a shiny new power-up. Been there, read that. But I'm not here to follow the script. I'm here to flip the table. I’ll expose the cracks in the empire, dismantle the hero’s halo, weaponize every trope, and corrupt the system that tried to cage me. And if I have to burn the world down to do it? Well… I’ve got the villain system. Might as well make it earn its name.

Karel is trapped in a teenage novel and must play the role of an 18-year-old villain. However, he feels grateful because the villain character he portrays lives in luxury, so he doesn't have to work hard like in his previous life.

Just when I thought everything was going well, the world looked at me with a smirk of mockery. I was at the top of my life… Then everything changed. I was diagnosed with cancer. They told me I had only one year left to live. I lost all hope of being cured. So I decided to waste that year reading novels and playing games. And then… I died. Or at least, that’s what I thought. When I opened my eyes, I was suddenly slapped by a girl. Out of instinct, I dodged her and punched her hard in the jaw. As I was about to hit her again, a deep voice stopped me: “Stop! How dare you strike the princess?!” I turned to see the man— Arin von Rinehafer. Wait… that name... I know it. I’ve been transported into my favorite novel— But not as the hero... I became the villain. No more crying over the past. My childhood dream has come true. And in this life... I’ll do whatever I want, no matter the consequences.

Santiaga Denero was born cursed—plagued by misfortune that dragged him through a life of betrayal, humiliation, and relentless suffering. Heroes turned their backs. Fate offered no mercy. But buried deep within him was the cause: a demonic parasite, feeding on his pain since birth. With a promise of power, he became one with the parasite. Now awakened and bound to a corrupted version of the system once reserved for heroes, Santiaga no longer seeks justice or redemption. He wants vengeance—and he’ll burn the world to get it. > Every laugh. Every lie. Every smiling face that watched him suffer– will be crushed beneath his heel. As kingdoms tremble and guilds vanish in his wake, someone watches from the shadows. A beautiful woman in white. A smile on her lips. And blood in her eyes. Enter his world. Follow his path. But be warned—this is no hero’s journey. _____ Dark Fantasy | Anti-Hero | Psychopath MC | Twisted Romance | Villain Protagonist 1 - 3 chapters a day

When Your Own Villains Fire You for Being Too Crazy Jax "The Mad Gambit" Thorne was the Abyss Syndicate's go-to guy for impossible schemes—until they decided he was literally too insane to keep alive. Now abandoned in a wasteland where even reality gives up, Jax discovers that being discarded by evil overlords is actually the ultimate career upgrade. Armed with a broken System that labels him "Too Crazy to Die", Jax turns survival into an art form of beautiful chaos. Because when life gives you exile, you make it everyone else's problem. The only thing more dangerous than a mad villain? A mad villain with nothing left to lose.

I died—and woke up inside a novel I was only halfway through reading. Not as the protagonist. Not even as a decent side character. No, I’ve been reincarnated as Brandy—the arrogant noble brat who gets crushed by the real main character in Chapter 2. And that protagonist? He’s a regressor. This is his second life. He knows every plot twist, hidden treasure, and future threat. And he’s not here to play fair. In his first timeline, he was beaten, betrayed, and broken. Now? He’s out for blood—and my family’s territory is his first target. If I lose, I don’t just lose status. I lose the chance to grow, to fight, to survive. He’ll rise. I’ll fall. Just like in the book. Unless I change the story. I still have Brandy’s memories, noble blood, and now, a fire of my own. This isn’t just his second chance—it’s my first. And now, it’s a race. A race between a hero who knows the future... And a “villain” who refuses to play his role. “He’s the regressor. I’m the rewrite. Let’s see who gets to the top first.”

Maya, an omega, has been a victim of bullying since she turned sixteen and was found out to be without the wolf gene or trait. Her chief tormentors were the three sons of the Lycan King who ruled over the entire werewolf regions, taking into captive colonies that defied his order. After being set up by a jealous classmate, Maya is beaten and left for dead at the borders of their pack by the king’s three sons, who told the pack that she had been captured by some rogues. Maya is saved by a witch who adopted and drilled her on the ways of the ancient magic and sorcery, whilst encouraging and preparing her for a huge revenge plan which threatens to upset the balance of the world and unleash the great threads of darkness seven years later when she returns to her previous pack to perpetrate justice on her tormentors. She comes at a crossroads, however, when she discovers her true heritage and that her mate was the biggest bully there ever was, Adam Brekans, eldest son of the lycan king. What happens now? Would Maya continue on her quest for revenge? Or would she submit to the threads of love so that peace could reign?

[AUTHOR NOTE, REFRESH YOUR READING LIST, CHAPTER 45 TO 53 UPDATED AND FIXED] [Author Note: Vol 2 has started, NTR, CUCKOLD AND TABOO] All fictional characters are above 18 [WARNING THIS NOVEL IS A SEX NOVEL WHICH INCLUDES SEX CONTENT] Arthur's head hurt like crazy as he woke up. He kept his eyes closed, rubbing his temples and feeling a super comfy bed under him - definitely not his cheap mattress back home. "What the hell...?" he mumbled as he finally looked around. He was in some rich person's bedroom with a fancy four-poster bed and red silk sheets. Sunlight came through pretty stained glass windows, making red patterns on the marble floor. Everything screamed royalty - fancy mirrors, portraits of hunting scenes, and even a painting of a barely-dressed goddess that seemed to be watching him. "How did I get here?" Arthur wondered, getting out of bed. "I definitely drank too much at Mark's party last night" The last thing he remembered was almost getting hit by a car while crossing the street. Looking in a mirror, he got another shock. He didn't look like himself at all! Instead of being skinny with acne scars, he now had muscles, clear skin with just one cool scar on his jaw, with a reddish brown hair, and green eyes. "Damn, I'm hot," he said, touching the scar. For a moment, he remembered his old life. He pushed up his glasses. Kids made fun of him. Jessica laughed at him when he asked her out. "Like I'd be with a loser like you," she told him. Suddenly Arthur realized what was happening. "I've been transported to another world! Just like in those stories online!" He spun around excitedly. "I must be someone important here. This is gonna be so cool! Watch out, fantasy world, your new hero has arrived!" Right then, blue text appeared floating in front of him: [System Starting Up...] [Host Found: Prince Arthur Lionheart] [Soul Check: Person from Another World] [Magic Type: Incubus Powers Activated] "Incubus?" Arthur asked in shock. "Like, those demons that seduce people?" [That's right. Your family's magic has changed because of your Earth soul's hidden desires. Congrats on finding your true potential.] "Can I change it? I want to be a cool battle wizard or something!" [Not possible. Your soul has permanently connected to the Incubus powers. Accept it - your charm is your weapon, attraction is your shield.] "Fuck," Arthur groaned. [Exactly. The more sexual intimacy you have, the stronger you'll become.] Arthur's eye twitched. "Very funny. Just... tell me what I can actually do."

NOT YOUR REGULAR MAFIA STORY! A story of obsession, danger, and the kind of love that demands everything. If you’re looking for soft kisses and fairy-tale promises, this isn’t it. *** “This is not a game,” Lucas growled, stepping in, his presence dark and overwhelming. “Don’t ever do that again. You have no idea what you mean to me.” Claire’s inhaled sharply and she couldn’t believe the next words that came out of her own mouth. “Then show me,” she whispered in a short breath. In one swift movement, his hand gripped the back of her neck. “You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he murmured, staring into her soul, his breath warm against her skin. But Claire didn’t flinch. She slid her hand down, brushing against the hard outline of him through his jeans, maintaining intense eye contact. “I do.” *** Claire was just another struggling actress until a mafia boss handed her a ring and asked her to act as his wife. “Just one year, and you’ll never hear from me again,” he said. Yeah, right. Let’s see how that goes. He’s dangerous. Obsessive. Powerful. And he doesn’t like to share.

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Keith Rovan, a crazy guy who got transmigrated inside a novel as an extra named Eric Jonas. In the novel, Eric was a child who never received any kind of love or affection from his family because of that, the struggle he had to face are numerous. However, the silent endurance of his hardship, slowly leads him to the edge of suicide as an escape from the cruel world. Who wants to live and die like that character, especially Keith who had an polar opposite character of weak Eric. So eventually, he decides to change the original plot. Not by acting as an angel, instead a devil who lives for his own desires without concerning anything. He never hesitates to dominate over others or eliminate the ones that dare to cross his path. However, his path dramatically leads him towards the future ultimate villain, Abaddon Mir. They are born enemies because of their families, rivals in name, but what crazier is… with time, the rivals are turning into toxic lovers.

A cursed CD game falls from the sky. I boot it up, build a ridiculously handsome villain with broken talents, and just as I hit “Start”—boom, I get electrocuted. Now I’ve reincarnated as Lucien Caelum Valebrandt, a six-year-old noble and the infamous villain who helped the Abyssians win the last war. Every 500 years, the Abyssian King is reborn. But when the 16 chosen heroes of this generation lost against the battle of the Abyssian King because of my character, the Goddess panicked—and rewound time. Now those same heroes remember everything… and they want me dead. Even though I just got here. All I wanted was to play a game. Now I’m the villain blamed for destroying the world.

what do want from me. mind games, labyrinths, videogames, I have it all but, you have none.

In a world ruled by fate, heroes rise — and villains are crushed before they bloom. But what if destiny chose the wrong side? Lin Xian, branded a villain by the Heavens, refuses to bow. Armed with a forbidden system and burning with vengeance, he will tear apart the chains of destiny, shatter the myths of heroes, and carve a new path — even if it means becoming the greatest villain the world has ever feared. In this battle against fate itself, who will truly rise?

They burned him for being too powerful. Too beloved. Too dangerous to keep alive. Kaelar of Halren—once a war hero, a saint of the battlefield, a man whose voice could stop armies and whose hands could mend what even gods had forsaken—was betrayed by the very kingdom he bled for. Labeled a heretic. Condemned without trial. Chained to a pyre and left to die. But the fire did not finish him. Something older than kings stirred in the ash. It dragged him from the brink—not to save him, but to reshape him. Now Kaelar walks again. Scarred. Changed. No longer a saint. A villain reborn. With charm that disarms, beauty that captivates, and a slow-burning wrath colder than steel, Kaelar returns to the realm that betrayed him. Beneath false names and velvet masks, he moves through the capital’s rotten heart, gathering allies among the forgotten, the outcast, and the dangerously devoted. He is no longer here to heal. He’s here to unmake the crown. And this time, they will burn.

She was once Ivy Reed, a 21st-century assassin, the best even, and now she's trapped in a kingdom ruled by magic. In the body of someone who bared the same name- Ivy. The magicless daughter of, Marquis Ravenshield. Thrust into the royal spotlight and bound by an unexpected marriage to Prince Tristan of Embercrown—the cold, feared ninth prince—Ivy finds herself at the heart of a court that watches her every move. But beneath the jewels and silks, she resumes her life as an assassin, moving unseen through the dark undercurrents of palace life. She juggles her double life—playing the perfect princess by day, and handling threats the only way she knows how by night. But danger is never far, and love might just be the one enemy she didn’t see coming.

I was suppose to die that day, but a notification pinged on me. And then, I was resurrected. Not on Earth, but in some kind of a game!!!

Villains.... Everyone are fond of them. Why? Is it because they are unhinged? Free from the world desires? Then what If there was a villain who was not free? If he was chained by beings beyond human comprehension. Will he free himself or keep on living like a slave. If you want the answer. Read this.

In a world where villains are crafted, not born, Vyan's life takes a detour from dull to downright dramatic faster than he can say "abracadabra." Meet Vyan, the most ordinary knight in the realm, with all the magical prowess of a damp sock. Loyalty? He's got it in spades. Betrayal? Well, that's the surprise twist in his not-so-fairy-tale life. Framed and forsaken, Vyan is left with nothing but a grudge and some pretty gnarly scars, courtesy of his once-master, Iyana. Oh, did he mention she is the daughter of a marquess and the object of his unrequited affection? Talk about adding insult to injury. Just when he is ready to unleash his inner berserker, a butler comes along with news that makes his hair stand on end: Vyan is the last heir of the Grand Duke's mage dynasty! With power crackling at his fingertips and more mana than he can shake a wand at, Vyan is ready to show the world what happens when you underestimate the underdog. Will Vyan rise from the ashes like a phoenix, or will he crash and burn like a fire-breathing chicken? There's only one way to find out.

Update Schedule: Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday on WN, SH, MSB, and RR. As for the Patrons, almost Daily updates with guaranteed 25 new Chapters each month. Discord: https://discord.gg/t2gPEt3 Synopsis: Keith, a vieux riche, spoiled and cherished, heir to the Demiliore Consortium, lives his life at large. Power, Wealth, Fame; He has it all. But is it all just a dream? With a set of memories, the knowledge of the future, in a play orchestrated by Destiny, knowing well that he is born to be a Villain, will he prevail? Or is he going to fall at the hands of the Child of Destiny just like he did in the nightmare that haunts him? Author's Note: Yes, the story is heavily influenced by Urban-Fantasy Chinese Novels. Don't read if you have a problem with those types of plots. 'Cliche' plot elements are bound to appear, so if you easily get triggered by such things, keep away. And I would advise you to not even start the story if you are an ardent believer of 'Good shall prevail over the Evil'. Keep away! MC here is a Villain! But yes, he is not someone deprived of emotions, even though he is a Scum. So, do not expect an outright Evil MC either. I don't write Netorare. Don't worry about it! Warnings: > Incest > Dark Elements > Sexual Content > Traumatising Content > Gore > Manipulative MC > Sexual Abuse > Parallel World (Almost a New World) > Fantasy Elements (Full-fledged Fantasy later) > System > Slavery

[If you are looking for a slow romance, you can give it a check if not, you'll be disappointed] Aera, a young 28-year-old was about to make her dream debut by opening her own floral shop that could be shipped in and around. Nevertheless, things didn't go as she planned. One would say that transmigrating to a book sound like a fantasy, however to Aera, it became a nightmare when she woke up in an unknown world even when she hasn't died yet. With an unexpected turnout, her life was hanging by a thin thread. Aera was presented with an option-either she goes back to her world with her memory erased or enter the other world, and comes back with the memory intact to have her revenge. Never did she expect of choosing the worst villain of all. A character in a book where she killed the Empress and her unborn child. Worst, the male lead was reborn time after time with his memory intact. His grudge still hung on torturing the villainess. Even more worst, the ML was a split image of her long-time crush. ----- "Do you hate me that much?" As soon as the question was raised, a table lamp flew past through the said person, smashing against the wall behind him. "More than enough to kill you right now." The female figure responded with nothing but hatred and disgust in her tone. Her jewel eyes that glow under the dark never left her gaze on the other male person who was sitting on her opposite. ----- The male lead wasn't the only one Aera had to put a guard on but even other characters when one after the other began to make an appearance. The more the flow gets out of the plot the more twisted it gets. Her only goal was to survive so she could go back home.  P.S:- English is not my first language and I am weak in grammar. I'll be happy to receive either a critics or feedback or comments...^-^ Please do give it a read till chapter 3 or above to get the clear picture.