Akumatized Villains の小説・ストーリー

Besides, we promised each other that we are going to fight along each other’s side. My train of thoughts fell short when an uncanny feeling crept out within me. The light turned off and the whole place was enveloped with darkness. Dark clouds formed above us as they tried to stop the moon from coming out. Headstones started to show up from the ground and dead people rose from their graves. What kind of atrocity is this? “Using your trump card this early, huh?” Mammon told Astaroth. “Why not if I’m using it against three powerful foes?” our opponent mentioned.

“She is scared of me.” “And she has no love for you.” Dante stood close to me, keeping his eyes on Kaige Jin. “I hope that you leave her alone and pardon her past crimes.” “I vowed not to harm her,” Kaige shrugged as he mumbled. “But her sins are too great to remain unpunished. Even if I can’t harm her, there are people who can do it without my interference.” No shit! I hated this Kaige Jin. Even Dante wasn’t this bad. This blue-eyed guy was the true villain of this novel. He was talking about how he knew about keeping vows, but he would let his subjects harm me.

It was difficult for him to break through the line of their defense. “Priestess, you are a f*cking lunatic!” Gargamel roared thunderously before he manipulated the black phantom and rushed toward those zombies. On the other hand, Dark Shura and his peers waved their fists and instantly shattered the phantoms released by Gargamel.

It was thick, wet, and thoroughly unbothered by his immortal pedigree, which meant every single step he took resulted in a loud, incredibly degrading squelch. He was supposed to be a terrifying global tycoon. He was supposed to be the brilliant, modern apex predator who had successfully leveraged shell companies, mercenary armies, and high-tech tracking arrays to corner his obsolete brother. He wanted so badly to be the ultimate, untouchable villain—a "billy bad" whose name made the supernatural underworld tremble. But the cold, hard, embarrassing truth was that Malakai was the most profoundly immature immortal to ever walk the earth. "Worthless... peasant... old... kitchen hag," Malakai mut

"Want more cold, hard truth, Kimmy? Vincent is completely infertile, and you're a shitty aunt who's covering for him while he screws Stephanie Greer in the coffin where Grandpa rests. You and your entire family are full of shit!" Dulce screamed, "You rabid madwoman! Take it back! Take it back right now, you bitch! My son would never do something like that! He is incapable of anything so disgusting! He's nothing like you. He doesn't make things up and announce them to everyone in attendance! And he certainly doesn't defile his elder's funeral the way you do!" She grabbed my hair, dragged me toward the coffin, and shrieked, "Kneel! Bend your knees right now, you foul-mouthed lunatic! Beg your

- He said. - Yes. - She said caressing - It was a good incentive, then. - Said the sorceress. - It was a good incentive for me to sing. - He said. It wasn't difficult to seduce a woman no matter how long she lived. Villains were all the same and needy. Superstitious and now feeling lonely, it seemed they needed someone who understood them to keep them company, like Kurayami.

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

"Ryder is stronger than you think, no harm will come to him, okay?" Ava nodded, "Okay." Evena looked at the books on the table in front of Ava. "So what are the books for?" "My aunt wants me to learn about the glorious history of vampires." "And how much gloriousness have you seen in all your reading?" Evena asked. "Not much, the ancient vampires were so cruel. Just look, this man named Dracon slaughtered an entire town just because the children laughed at his shirt." "Really?" Evena asked in interest. "Uh...huh, this other woman named Juliet killed all the nuns in a convent by feeding on their blood and draining them."

I asked. “No one,” Amor said. “We are all just people trying to protect people we love by forsaking the lives of people who hold little to no values in our eyes. Killian. Zahir. Hikari. You. Me. We are all the same. We are all villains… this world has no hero because this world is no fiction.” I dropped my gaze, and so did everyone else. ‘It’s not the end…’ a voice echoed from the sky. Amor and I looked around frantically.

Ophelia laughed lightly, she said apologetically, “Zoran, I hope it’s not too much trouble for you?” “Of course not! Chairlady Lane, don’t worry. We have all sorts of medication to heal your disciples.” Zoran replied. Then his expression darkened. “So you’ve met The Ten Villains.” Ophelia asked curiously, “You know them?” Zoran nodded, “The Ten Villains were blood brothers. They’re infamous for their evildoings! They have hundreds of men beneath them, ruling over the Wicked Valley, causing havoc to the surrounding villages. To put it simply, they are a bunch of bandits.”