Doomsday Villain Novels & Stories

She didn’t care either way since, for her, survival was everything just like how she was using the military man and how he was using her body, so she thought they were even. When that crazy man broke out and started killing people, she ran into Caleb Carter’s group. He was the most powerful man in the end of the world, she really wanted him but she was a normal person and had no ability but she still wanted to live so she lied and told him that the man was a monster, so he killed the crazy man but in the end she still ended up dead because the wall was destroyed and zombies entered the base.

"Oh, sorry. " "I, being the God of time, had already beheld the end of the world, and trust me, it wasn't like anything mankind ever anticipated. So many infinite schemes of doomsday, it could never be stopped except by the Black Stone. The Black Stone is the most feared object in the whole of 'The Sky Pillars'; where we Gods abide because of the power which it posses, but I had the responsibility of wielding it, even if it was never going to be used. "

“In the past years, Zaire wreaking havoc everywhere. She mercilessly took many lives, and various races could no longer stand her behavior. The Dooms called the powerhouses of the Greater Realms to capture her. She is going to be publicly sentenced today.” James acquired information about Thea’s arrest. She was being held captive in the Doom Race’s territory, waiting to be sentenced. James was shocked by the news. He pondered solemnly, ‘The Dooms? Why them?’ Before the Primordial Realm Era, the Dooms had not allied with the other races in the Greater Realms to get rid of the humans. The Dooms were very powerful. Their current patriarch was Hirah. Thea was trapped in the Doom Race’s territory

Her green hair served as a covering for her nakedness, covering up her breasts and feminine folds. “Shut up!” Doom snapped, and he too came out of the dark. He was a giant man, with shiny golden skin and broad shoulders and chest—much bigger than Mischief. He was three times her size, and he didn’t know how the books said they were together, but he wasn’t here to figure that out. He was here to make a request. “I am a pusher of boundaries, and so I would say, six months.” “What’s six months?” Doom asked, looking a little clueless about it all.

“Oh my God, isn’t that one of the largest pharmaceutical companies in the world?” Damon’s grin widened, and he shrugged nonchalantly, as if inheriting a billion-dollar empire was just another Tuesday for him. “Yeah, that’s the one,” he said with a mock nonchalance that didn’t fool me for a second. I blinked, my mind racing to catch up with the revelation. Damon—Damon—was loaded. Not just well-off, but beyond loaded. A villain with resources like his could have lived comfortably, maybe even luxuriously, somewhere far from danger. But instead, he chose to use it all to expose the G.H.C., risking everything. He was the fucking real life Batman.

Dom spoke up. "And I've ALWAYS hated her! I NEVER wanted to be her brother let alone her twin. Even when we were kids. She's a girl. She's weak. Then, she and Margo got close. Too close. If she wasn't there, Margo would have had no choice than to be with me. I was actually happy when they left. But then they blew up our club and I wanted her to suffer more than ever. When we finally found her and she was so happy. She was doing so well. How dare she? I knew then that I could never have Margo so I wanted her to die but I wanted to punish Petal. I wanted her to want to die. Ace and Dad and Shooter still thought she could come back to us. That she could be our perfect princess but I knew better

My mind drifts to Savannah fuelling my hunger to save her, my hunger to survive. How can I let her live in the Villa with such a monster? A man who doesn’t have an ounce of empathy within him. Does he have no compassion for women whatsoever? I’m sure there are laws in the Elite Families bible about harming women and children. He's the devil incarnate, a grim reaper with a heart as black as coal, a grinch who steals joy and a boogeyman, who haunts your dreams all rolled into one. Don Valentino is like a dark and stormy night, causing the air to grow thick with the stench of fear and desperation.

"Valerie's patience is over." Valerie stepped forward, her hand on Dominic's. "Dominic Lombardi," she said, her voice cold. "Mafia King Dominic Lombardi. That's all you are." Dominic's eyes blazed. He released Dr. Thompson, grasping Valerie's hair. He pointed the gun at her temple. "Do it, Dominic," Valerie dared. "I'll be happy if you pull the trigger. Death is better than you." Dominic's slap sent Valerie crashing to the floor. "You're nothing but a pathetic, weak woman," Dominic spat.

“There’s someone else in play now. Someone worse.” A chill ran down my spine. “Who?” She swallowed hard, looking genuinely afraid. “A name we’ve heard whispered in the darkest circles—Dominic Vale.” The name hit me like a punch to the gut. I’d heard of Dominic Vale before—he was a ghost in the corporate underworld, a puppet master pulling strings from the shadows. Ruthless, cunning, and utterly merciless. Where Daniel would bluff and manipulate, Dominic would annihilate without warning. Oliver stiffened beside me, the mention of Vale setting off alarms in his mind too. “If Vale’s involved, this isn’t just about business anymore. This is war.”