Every Hero Needs A Villain Novels & Stories

-I need to know why you are saying that I killed Andy," the guy answered. I frowned at what he had said. Colton never said that, never mentioned it. Darren did. -How can you prove I said that? -Colton didn't seem to be afraid of the guys. The last guy was leaning against the kitchen wall with a cigarette in his hand. The guy was tall, white, and half-bellied. -I heard over there," he replied. -First find out before you come to this house to frame me. Anyway, what difference does it make if I talked or not. You know I'm not afraid of you, Cobra, and you'd better not make me angry," he spat. Apparently Colton was very brave, and that made me even more impressed with him. A brave man, who will

When she was completely out of my sight I just calmed down. I slowly closed the door and took a deep breath. Trying to calm my tense nerve, to think deeply about my situation. Of all the fantasy-romance books I've read, they might be all different, but there's one thing that sets them the same. That is, villains always perish, and will always die at the end of the story. The death of a villain means world peace and death of a hero means war. I breathe a heavy sigh. Okay, Nina Facelo. We need to plan; we have to survive.

“But if now the male lead hears the word 'love' from his mouth, am I a female villain? Am I joking with the male lead's feelings? Although I like villains, there are times when I don't like to get too involved in troublesome things like this. I just want to return to the real world as soon as possible. Next to someone who doesn't love you or just has a little feeling, then it feels strange to change. On the contrary, my heart is not in him, the more I move forward, the more uncomfortable I feel even though I know something like this will happen, but I can't predict it... What if... What if time made me forget Theodore Mark and make me like the male lead so I'll end up hurting in the end?" "Y

“We’re made to feel as though the hero is the person we should aspire to be. These noble, self-righteous beacons of morality who are so eternally self-sacrificing that I could vomit. But do you know what they all have in common?” “Enlighten me,” he says with great interest. “They’re all alone and chances are they will always be alone. Their loved ones have either been killed as a consequence of their noble actions or have to go into hiding for safety. If push comes to shove, they will sacrifice themselves or those nearest and dearest to them for the greater good. The classic sacrificing of the one to save the many. We’re not those kinds of people, and I would never want to be. The beauty of

I seemed to have dozed off again yesterday while we are in the middle of our conversation, but when I woke up, I found myself in my room, again. “But I won’t be that chosen hero who’s going to free this world from those villains with wicked schemes.” He said. I guess I am the villain now huh, but I do not mind at all. Everyone will stand up and fight for what they believe is right. That is how feuds spark up, causing this world to falter and split into pieces of distinct beliefs. As the humans continued to reign, every speech of promises and vows that renders peace ended up piling in the trash, for they ended up letting greed and power corrupt those small hearts of theirs.

"I had to do what I had to do to maintain the balance. I hope you can forgive me." With that, she vanished, leaving Velda and Angus standing there, alone in the silence of the dark forest. Sometimes, even the most unexpected heroes can fall from grace and turn into the very villains they once fought against. In the end, it all comes down to choices - the choices we make, and the choices we live with for the rest of our lives.

I put my hands around his neck. He quirks an eyebrow pulling me closer by my hips, pressing a kiss to my chin. “Whatever for?” “I just realize you might have a hero complex, saving lost wolves out of the woods” I tip my head at Rachel’s retreating back. He chuckles “A vigilante is someone who takes justice into their own hands and punished the guilty? And a hero?” he shakes his head “That doesn’t sound like me at all, I’m too selfish for that.” “But you saved Rachel, and me, and the others, that makes you cool”

"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."

Much more, she would also lie to herself that she didn't fancy this man just because he was a psychotic villain. Anyway, since she already got rid of her title as small cannon fodder, then maybe she could also get rid of Phoenix's title as a villain who is also cannon fodder that will die in the end to pave way for those so-called protagonists. Evelyn let out a heavy sigh as she glances at this so-called villain. It seemed that she had to work hard to pave the way for the villain instead of the protagonist. She just has to make sure that he won't blacken or else this world would be doomed.

"Watch me restore not only your love life, but also your castle, you dimwitted leech!" "Alright, alright." Leurel nods. "I'll be counting on you." Today, I learned a lesson being in Riftan's captive. Every villain has a story, and it is up to you if you can contribute to his change, or break him even further until he descends into madness. I used to overlook the angles of perspectives. I used to believe in what other people convinced me to. I used to be a villain too. But maybe, I can become both the people and the villains' hero.