A Villain's Will To Survive Novels & Stories

I knew Axel got it all, I knew he had the command. The reality was in front of me like crystal clear glass, transparent that no one of us is going to survive. He'll kill us. He'll kill us all. No mercy, no care, just blood and his lust. This is Axel, the time I had been here I know him. He is a definite villian, he doesn't know emotions, he just wants himself to flourish at any cost. May be he want something from Capo, that's why he has kept him alive.

“Choose, Kade Thorn. Side with your blood. Or die with these broken wolves you call a pack. We offer power, real power. Not the collars and drugs of false gods.” Drugs? Was he talking about Michelle and Ashram and what they had been up to all this time? Well, those two were definitely the worse villains I had faced. How Michelle had gone from a corporate sniffer to being someone who had lost her morals and wanted to take over a specie was something I never saw coming.

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

"That's all. Just survivors doing what's necessary." "Is it necessary to enjoy breaking people's bones? To fantasize about Chris dying slowly? To marry a stranger and mean the vows even though they were supposed to be fake?" My voice cracked. "I don't recognize myself anymore." "Good. Because the woman you were trusting, soft, believing in happy endings she would have died in prison. Would have let Richard win." Von pulled back, made me look at him. "The woman you are now is stronger. Harder. More dangerous. She's the one who survives. Who protects her child. Who builds empires and destroys enemies and refuses to be a victim."

His hands were full of blood and his midnight-like eyes were glaring at the other person who was whimpering in pain as blood was gushing out of his body. "Do you think of yourself as a good man huh? If I'm not good then you are not a good man too. Don't forget You are a villain. Just Bad like me and you'll die soon" That man bled and cried in pain as he burst his heart words at the man who had eyes like LUCIFER and an aura like a BEAST. AARYA ARJUN KASHYAP chuckled darkly as his deep masculine voice was shaking in madness. "Of course! Good people don't live long but Villains will live for thousands of years. So for living thousands of years of life, I'm willing to be a Villain"

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?"

“What will it be?” Grinning in a demonic and twisted way, one might call and run away when someone sees his distorted expression, yet a satisfying villain to whom the devil will root for. Deliberately memorizing each word and taunting warning of the perfect movie he deems it be. He drools from his lustful want, thirst for greed, impending wrath, joyful pride, impending glutton, wanting envy, and cursed sloth. As a word pins his entire interest together with his mind and down from his heart as the two proclaims. “I will save you no matter what.”

Since the day she fell off the cliff and became a vampire who had to live in the dark and survive on blood, she has learned that being kind will never get her anywhere. She had to kill others in order to survive; it was difficult and painful at first, and it made her wretch, but she could only turn into ashes if she didn't feed herself. She didn't want to die when she was given a second chance. She was even merciful enough to leave them with their bodies intact and didn't pursue Isabelle or her daughter. Weren't they supposed to express their appreciation? Vanity felt so wronged to be cast as the villain in this entire scenario. She simply defended herself and did not say anything else. How

"You're pretty damn lucky! I set a venomous snake on you and even took your antivenom, but you still didn't die! "Why won't you just die? Die already! Die!"