Every Hero Needs A Villain Novels & Stories

I wanted someone who could burn a room down at noon and tuck a child in by midnight. I wanted a villain like Elias, whose evil wasn’t cartoonish, it was coded. Programmed. Justified in his own mind. I wanted a hero like Echo, who broke and rebuilt and kept going even when he had no place to return to. I wanted legacy to mean more than inheritance. I wanted to write Bound by Vows & Vendetta because I wanted to show that blood builds nations, yes, but it's choice that builds a future. ~~~~~ A FINAL QUOTE — THE ONE I NEVER USED

Everyone truly forgot about her and all she had been. "I ask again Mr. Gabriel, what makes a villain?... I never understood it, a simple word? A Phrase? Or an action? I never understood how I became the villian and they the hero. For once I never did. The one thing I did wrong...was love someone I wasn't supposed to..."

"I feel like I don't know anything. All this history and even the villains know more than me." Ariadne flops on the bed, the smell of oranges wafting up to her nose. "That's a very simple view." "What?" Victor sighs, laying down beside her, staring up at the ceiling. "There are no heroes and villains. Are you gonna lay that speech on me?" Ariadne shakes her head. "We're also the villains. There are no heroes in our story. We're thugs, all of us. We made our wealth on other people's suffering. That's how we lived."

There was nothing to oppose Kevin's thoughts. However, Trevor stunned everyone when he spoke. "Every story should have a hero, heroine and..." He paused as a smirk enveloped his lips. The girls gulped, staring at him. After a moment of pause, he continued with his deep voice, "And a villain, professor. Heroes have limits, villains have power. But always remember— Villains are not born, they are made."

" You may be happy that you are killing a villainess like me don't you ? You may have been provoked to killme on the temptation of money . Isn't it?Tsk!!" " You will became a hero now for that bastards . Don't you? Ha ha ha .." she laughed vigorously as she thought how stupid she was to trust this bitch 'who bites the hands which gave her milk' " You are just like that worm out their who wants me dead. You should pray that I die like this or else I will make you regret this for the rest of your life, if I survive." " If I feel regret , then that will be for , unable to avenge for Collen. My best friend who died while saving me . "

As she accused him with a finger waving at him as she glared at him hotly. “I’ll do whatever it takes. If it means repairing or burning bridges, I’m prepared to do it. Hell, what’s that saying going around on social media? ‘I’m not a hero. I’m the villain. The hero sacrifices himself for you. While I, as the villain. Will burn the world for you.” He resembled someone reciting a passage from a Shakespearean play as he spoke. So, he saw himself for what? A villain. Although Rebecca found satisfaction in that thought, it was irrelevant to the confrontation.

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.

"You need to understand that I'm going to get hurt at times, and you can't rush in to save me, wolf scout. You have to let it happen." Ashton shoots a glare at the ceiling, then at his reflection in the mirror. It finally sinks in for him as well—that I can protect him, but he can't protect me in the exact same way. "We can't all be heroes," I state matter-of-factly. His glare shifts to me, but his lips gradually curve into a smile. Our arms remain tightly wrapped around each other. "If I'm not the hero, what am I?" Ashton waits for me to label him as a villain. In his comic books, that's the dichotomy—heroes versus villains.

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

Yes, I have my set standards, but in reality, I just simply and honestly want to meet a nice man that I will experience real-life romance with. I am not asking for too much but the universe really decided that I shall have a whole new, different plot just for me. I am only asking for a nice man; therefore, I am given someone who is not simply nice… I am given a villain. The villain named Navier. With everything that I have heard and know a bit about myself, saying that he is a villain makes so much more sense now—and it is not a bad thing. If this is a part of who Navier really is, I already established to myself how I am more scared of the fact that I will easily accept him no matter what.