Ek Villain Novels & Stories

So, he calmly replied, "Oh my. My plan was busted." Goosebumps appeared on Slyvester's skin. Vincent pored at him and smirked. When it comes to being grumpy, Terban tops the list. If it's silly, Chaylen should take the rank one. But when it comes to being so cunning, then Vincent will take the crown. Vincent is one of those ardent guy who has yet to make plans to back down quickly. "Do you think I'll stop?" Vincent smiled. "As long as you are not married, I will be the great villain of your life." An evil grin spread on his lips.

Vivian replied. Indeed, even if he never hurt her, she would never have liked him. The line between good and evil was always clear to her. Good people were good people. Villains were villains. All claims of involuntary actions or forced actions were simply excuses after one’s choice was made. Regardless of time or place, one’s reasons were no excuse for committing evil deeds. He chuckled gently and mumbled to himself, “That’s right. I’ve forgotten. I’m a villain. A lowlife.”

Valerian Nightshade had somehow stepped into our mansion, the scent old enough that he’d gotten what he wanted and slipped in without trouble. “ELLIE!” Gael screamed, sprinting towards her room but I knew she wouldn’t be there. That it was already too late. He’d already gotten what he wanted. …And some RAT had helped him do it. I didn’t know who it was that had helped him, who’d dare betray our pack like this, but I swore that when I found out who did it, that for the first time I’d use my powers to make them regret it.

Bain stiffened as the lead vehicle door opened—and he saw him. The Jackal. Older than rumors said, but lean, carved from violence. Pale blue eyes like frozen knives. A scar curled from the corner of his mouth, twisting his smile into something inhuman. Even the Vulture had respected this man. Even Darius had feared him. The Jackal scanned the yard like he could smell the trap—but greed, necessity, or pride pushed him forward. Valeria’s desperation had forced her to call him. And now he was here. Inside the Freight Yard

It was blurry, snapped from a security camera, but I could identify who Bianca was regardless. And next to her was some guy I'd never seen before. A large, broad-shouldered figure in a black suit, his stance confident, his presence intimidating even on screen. His features were angular, his jaw set, but there was something undeniably evil in him. "Who is it?" I breathed. "Viktor Androv," Damian snarled. "Russian arms dealer. Wealthy, powerful, and ruthless. If she's in partnership with him, then this is worse than we thought."

How could they do this to her? Kreed laughed. “What’s the difference? All villains are the same.” Mayeli turned to face him, her green eyes flaming like emeralds under a burning furnace. “No matter how hard I think about it at the moment, you’re not a human being. Kreed slowly ran his finger down her jawline, his hand careful and his eyes filled with admiration. “Don’t you know how much I love you, Mayeli? That makes me human.” Mayeli laughed. “Blackmailing the woman you love is not love, but a crime, you crazy asshole.”

With that, the next thing she knew, she launched again and managed to cut his mask in two. His mask fell down, revealing his face, but his hand was quick enough to cover his face and he turned around to avoid her. “Stay away.” He fired. Lady Vienna smirked, but then realized it. Dillon was always mysterious in the book, his identity was unknown. Could it be...Wait...no, those red eyes and black hair and mask...why was she stupid? “Duke Raziel?” She asked, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. Dillon is Duke Raziel! He’s the villain!

But I could see the pain hidden beneath it as well. "Do you know how many times I wanted to choke him to death in his sleep? Every time I saw him, I felt like killing him at that moment. His tears made me smile, every time I saw him cry when he was a child, every time I saw him missing his mother and suffering in his loneliness all alone, it was a delightful sight to see. Every person related to Elijah is my enemy— It doesn't matter whether it's his friends or foes, his family or victims," Venom was what dripped from her voice and she was lethal; Her words were malicious but not even near to the malice she stored within herself, "I want all of them dead. And you don't even know what extent I

Light from the touches shine on the cages and walls. Viktor, a burly rogue with scars crisscrossing his face, bows low as I enter. Beside him stands Elena, a sly vampire hybrid who runs the black-market rings in the neutral territories. They’re my connect to the outside world, the ones who move the “merchandise” I provide. I can't do all of that when people know who I am, it would ruin my reputation.

Venom would tear through hell itself to save any member of his pack. "I won't be a burden," Velia said, trying to convince them, "I know I'm not trained like you are, but I know things about my father's research that might be relevant. I know things about Venom that might help you reach him if he's…” She paused and swallowed, “...if he's hurt." Hacker suddenly straightened, his eyes widening as information flashed across his screen. "Guys, we have a problem. A big one." "What is it?" Ghost demanded as she drew closer to him.