Akumatized Villains Novels & Stories

Nothing really is perfect but I love it and them all the same. “You realize,” Vladimyr muttered, glaring out the window as the trees passed by in blur, “..that our enemy this time is a duke who commands devil's knows who, makes artificial soldiers like homunculi, and would love nothing more than to dissect our insides, right? Especially Katie’s. No offense though.” “None taken.” The young vampress didn’t even blink. “He sounds like someone who needs a good dissection himself.” Victor leaned forward. “Oh! We should bring scalpels.”

"But I was." "Why!" he yelled, losing control for a moment. "They are dangerous! The things they've done, Morgan. They've looted and pillaged hundreds of towns in my pack. They've hurt too many people, my people!" I heard the betrayal in his tone and I flinched. His mate, his other half was aiding his enemy. Of course, he'll see it as a betrayal. But he couldn't see that they were my family, that my loyalty was to them way before he came along. I was not going to choose.

My gaze was sharp enough to send chills down anyone's spine. "And that alone is enough for me." The man stared at me in horror. For the first time, he realized the rumors were true. I was a devil in human skin... a heartless, merciless predator. And once I decided someone was a threat, they either disappeared... or learned to live in fear. I walked back to the couch and sat down. "Take him out of my sight." My voice carried irritation while my expression was indifferent. The bodyguards immediately grabbed the trembling man.

Over the years, Vandokar 's hand has passed into the possession of Arkham the Cruel, lieutenant of Tiamat, in exchange for his services he may have contact with another person. Tsuki then arranged a meeting with Arkham, who wanted power to rise through the ranks, while his eye belonged to Emirikol the Planes walker, both of whom spent significant time on Avernus. So, he devised a plan for Arkham the cruel, he proposed a game of chaotic plots, in exchange for Vandokar 's hand, he offered a poison that would kill his first general of Tiamat, as well as a love potion to conquer. whatever you want.

"Dr. Jhero wants us all to become part of his world domination thing, and although we don't want to become part of it, we don't have a choice but to agree, or else our families— their families will be either become zombies or be dead." Of course, all of the villains in stories use feelings and emotions as their greatest weapon against the protagonist, and when that happens, protagonists don't have a choice but to be controlled by the hands of the villain. The same goes in real life, when the bad person uses your feelings as a weapon against you, you don't have a choice but to bend down and give in.

They were no longer required here. Blood pooled in Am-Heh's mouth, the sick feeling graduating to pain. Pain that was more intense than any battle injuries. "And how the mighty fall..." Babi mocked, running his tongue over the withdrawn blade and shuddering with the delight of divine blood. "How fitting that I use the blade of merciful Atum to destroy you. And how fitting that I will use it not only to fulfil your desires of vengeance, but to ravage all you hold dear." He leaned close. "And that begins with your little toy...I know many a man and woman who would love to play with him before his life is again extinguished to feed me."

Teresa held his hand and begged, “ Sir Robb, please just help us,” “ Teresa, I can't risk helping a Daemon, they are deceitful, blood-seeking bastards who want one thing and that is to destroy this world, the only thing they know how to do is kill ”Robb yelled, the Hybrid went on his knees and said,“ If you do see me as a deceitful, blood-seeking bastard, do behead me sir .” Amaria furrowed her eyebrows and glared at him,

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.