Abominable Villain Novels & Stories

It looked like a wolf's head with a crown, yet something was wrong about it, something vicious in the design. I reached for her arm, ignoring her attempt to pull away. “What is this?” “Nothing-” she began, but I was already forcing her sleeve higher, showing more of the design. “Try again,” I snarled. “The Purists,” Vivian spat, seeming to decide there was no point in keeping how much secret, at least. “We're everywhere, and we're growing in strength. Hybrid abominations like your precious mate have no place in our world.”

Alessandro’s dealth. Amara’s suffering. And I would walk away untouched. Because the best villains never dirty their hands. They just make sure everyone else does.

After аll, thеir bеhаvior is certаinly not whаt wе usuаlly think оf whеn wе hеаr thе word 'mаfiа. Mаfiаs аre typicаlly portrаyed аs сold, tоugh, аnd unсivilized. Whiсh thеy аre not. A fаint smilе аppeаrs on my fаce but fаdes quickly whеn I sense sоmеonе's skin tоuching minе. I turn my hеаd tо thе left аs Zаck cоmеs intо sight, sоftly rаising my hаnd.

Abomination. The word rang in her ears. That was all she was. She was an abomination. The fruit created through a forbidden bond. Mira’s hands clenched by her side as she watched King Gladwin spitting venomous words to Ethan. Her eyes bore to King Gladwin’s head. Mira thought he was lucky that she was a baby during that time. If she wasn’t a baby, she would have killed him by herself.

A villainess burning for revenge never have pity. Aubrey glanced around, she sighed in defeat, what other choice did she had? Could she go back and face the press, she would lose her face, she would become a laughing stock, what about her family? she knew her dad would kill her even if he saw her, arranging all the choices, she had no option left, "I want to go to the mental asylum" She sighed. "Good pick" Scott laughed as he made a phone call officially registering her in a mental asylum.

Damon said softly. The werewolf began to laugh, his choked cackles echoing through the entire room, bouncing off the walls and returning to them. “That will never happen…” Abel wheezed. “Talk all you like, but we… are a divine creation…just like humans. I don’t know what you did to yourself… but you are NOTHING… but an ABOMINATION!” The words rolled off the Hunter like water over stone, and with another slashing motion from him, Abel’s head rolled to the floor, the echoes of his scream in the air.

With the exception of the man she fell in love with. Voger was a half-wolf, half-vampire. They could easily fall in love because they thought they were the same. In the eyes of everyone, they are an abomination. This combined power For far too long, these two creatures ruled the world. However, all of the abominable creatures have a happy ending when a god's creature is born and this creature assists the supernatural creature in sealing the disastrous creature in a casket. But, before they could, the hybrid cast a spell that said she would never be imprisoned again because she had been saved by her own blood. It refers to her biological child.

Shit. I looked at my face in the mirror. I still flinch everytime I see these beautiful features. The appearance of this face is so damn beautiful. And I'm a fool who doesn't use Fuschia’s beauty properly. Too bad though. Even in my previous life, I couldn't get a face like this even though I go through plastic surgery many times. In this life, I am determined to use my beauty properly! Villainess is a beautiful and powerful character! I am the villainess in this story, no need to act kind!

Its metallic claws elongated with a series of sharp clicks, the purple light in its eyes flaring with murderous intent. "No! Wait! Please!" Somad screamed, scrambling backward on his hands and feet as the creature loomed over him. "I know all of their plans! I know where the pack treasures are hidden! Lihont, please! I’ll be your slave! Anything!" The creature didn't stop. It raised its arm, the long blades casting a shadow over Somad’s tear-streaked face. The last thing Somad saw was the cold, unfeeling glow of the Abomination’s eyes as the claws began moving downwards.

I spend the next few days healing my buttocks. At the moment, Xi Ning is bringing me some fresh fruits. She tells me stories about how the Seventeenth Prince has a strange fetish, how he enjoys to inflict pain over her. She shows the scars on her body, causing me to shake my head in despair. "Poor you," I say, "Too bad he is a prince.. Or else I would've-" I clench my fist and scowl, picturing me punching the abuser in the face.