Akumatized Villains Novels & Stories

Clara kept on asking question I could tell she is the brilliant type. "There is a ant on your shoulder" Miller tease me I jumped immediately trying to get it off my body. "Where is it gone?" I said startled "it a prank" she smirk. I was a little bit timid. I hate ant a lot and I don't want anything tamper with my skin "You are a Coward" I said as I twist his ear he let groan a little and I smiled. This was the first time I had a real smile on my face after my mum death

I am not hero or villain, I am me and I decided to stick with you forever, you and Me together forever. ceri:- but everyone want to play the role of hero and villain, you telling me that you want to leave in peace velliam:- everyone want to play but in reality we are human not God and devil. no matter how hard we try we never become them and those want to play and those who get to play, are most unfortunate people because they only going to suffer, lost their real them, become their worst enemy, that why I don't want to become something that not I am, I am arrogant before and I suffer so much because of that

51: Sinn – Told You So Sinneous All the rest grooming the first real team I’ve seen since landing in this shithole is one I’m looking forward to, until the moment Ren tries to put a wrench in my own master villain plan. “They’re Sums, who’ll be back to their farms come morning.” Sums. Suman. Plebs who may or may not be entering my little house of horrors come summer. According to him...... Something I assume may just be fate being a bitch, I’ll have to show who's boss again. Right up to the moment, the most infamous group of Akuma in the Water Nation start interacting with them.

I was too angry to face such a kind soul. Valefar was evil. I had known that all my life. No-one pretended he was anything other than a vile, vicious, villain. I had seen him destroy human lives and break the souls of brilliant werewolves. I had seen him take his anger out on imps and kill creatures for the fun of it.

The air becomes thick with tension as a dark figure emerges from the shadows. "You have come far, brave travelers," the figure says, its voice dripping with malice. "But your journey ends here." Amelia's heart races, recognizing the voice. It is none other than Markas, a former ally turned betrayer who had vanished without a trace. "Markas, what have you done? Why have you allied yourself with the ancient evil?" Markas smirks, his eyes filled with wickedness. "Power. That's what I seek. The ancient evil promised me riches beyond your wildest dreams, Amelia. You and your companions are insignificant in comparison."

“We let him think he’s ahead. Let him build his alliances, his empire. And when he’s at his peak, we bring it all crashing down.” Keith grins, following me out of the room. “Classic Zack.” “Always,” I reply. Marcellus might be ambitious, but ambition without caution is a death sentence.

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?"

I’d be tied to it—to every consequence—until it all came to an end. The kind of witch we were up against wasn’t like the ones in those fantasy stories or cheerful anime villains. From my mother’s old journals and grim notes, I knew better. Dark sorcerers were unpredictable, cruel, and coldly intelligent. They weren’t just villains—they were fanatics, executioners hiding behind power, and broken minds that thrived on chaos. Still, I couldn’t walk away. Ember believed in me, and that trust meant everything.

Isolde shrieks, a high-pitched, pathetic sound that echoes off the stone walls. "I do not know what kind of pathetic victim complex you have," I say, leaning over the table so she can see the utter hatred in my eyes. "But let me make this very clear to you. Karma is a real bitch, and every single lie you spin is going to come back and choke you." Osric leaps to his feet, his claws extending with a low growl. "You crazy human bitch!"

"I told you what the official report said." "Why didn't you tell me this before?" "Because I didn't have proof." Amara's voice became smaller. "Do you have proof now?" "No." "Then what do you have?" "A reason to believe the report was fabricated." Amara felt dizzy. "Who fabricated it?" "I don't know." "Victoria?" "Possibly." "You keep saying possibly." "Because I won't lie to you just to make this easier." Amara looked at her for a long moment. That was the problem with Alessia.