Every Hero Needs A Villain Mga Nobela at Kwento

The law stands intact even for those who are family. I feel my insides clenching in fear. He is doing this. He will do it if I didn’t answer now. Of all, it’s not some cliché world where the hero forgives his cheating wife. Valentine was a hero for only me not for the world and would go to immeasurable depths to prove it right. After all, he was a villain, a devil and he hated to lose.

“If I’m stuck in this world, I’m not living it like some spineless doormat.” The mice blinked at her, bewildered. Sandy—no, Erella—smirked, determination glinting in her eyes. “This story’s going to change. If fate thinks I’ll play the sweet little servant who waits around for magic, it’s got another thing coming.” She looked up, voice firm and resolute. “DARN IT!!! I’d rather be the villainess than this doormat of a heroine!” she cried out in frustration.

“Haha, you didn’t change the flow of the story. No matter how many times you kill, you’ll only be a villain. Now that you killed the female lead, the chain of the story broke, and you have to pay the price. You have to live forever.” Her mental state was not stable, and she had killed herself a few times. A few years had passed, and Duke Raziel Valen Donovan initiated a coup d’etat. He gathered an army in order to kill all the nobles and end the hierarchy system. When he saw the villainess, he fell to his knees. “Kill me,” Lady Vienna was prepared to die for committing such a grave sin. Tears were in Duke Raziel’s eyes. “If only you loved me, then I’m willing to be the villain.”

They probably hate me more. “We need to seal of the town from the world,” the vampire leader said, the wolf agreed. “What we need to do, is take refuge in the Academy. Let this ratchet world burn,” the witch said, earning cheers. The fighting began once more. Flee to their home world and let the humans die or help the humans and die trying. The hero and the villain. Do or die. All they argued, all they will surely fall. “Enough! Who says that he won’t follow you there as well,” the brave one spoke. A warrior with knowledge at her back. Pity, she never shared such knowledge with the ones who needed it the most and look where we are now.

[ IN WHICH SHE IS BITTER ] Every story has a protagonist, and also an antagonist— whom everyone refers to as the villain. However, in my story, I am unsure who holds the position of the protagonist and the antagonist. Even those that are expected to hold it, seem like they don't deserve it. I may be the heroine; the chief female character, since this is the story of my life, but I am not entirely sure about being a heroine. Because what sort of heroine has this much bad luck? What sort of heroine gets deceived and betrayed by her loved ones? What sort of heroine has people shooting arrows into her back? What sort of heroine is never able to obtain true happiness?

Besides, I had a feeling that mere words and talking about it wouldn't help much in this situation. He had been hurt excruciatingly because of werewolves in the past simply because of who he was. The anger he felt wasn't too unexpected for someone in his place. I wasn't saying that he was justified in hating the entire species, just that I understood where he was coming from. I could've turned out like him, too if I hadn't found people like Miss Lillian and Raymond to help and support me, and most importantly, be kind to me. They were the ones who had kept my faith in our community alive, made me realise that there was good out there, too.

"Yeah, he's my real-life hero." Quade hummed and his playful grin morphed into something a little more sinister, "I'm not much of a fan of heroes. I've always told my girl, it's the villain that will burn down the world for you, damn the consequences." "That's a bit extreme." Quade shrugged, "Sometimes people need to feel an extreme kind of love." Victor glowered at Quade. This time he didn't ask for my hand, he took it and weaved our fingers together before baring his teeth as his friend.

What I wanted to hear was news of the hero being dead. Unlike the blessed maidens, heroes were born every hundred years. They had a very strong will to never give up and a good survival instinct. Their skills were amazing and their courage was admirable. Besides that, they were manipulative and they never wanted anything to do with us demons. They also paid no attention to how we lived. Whenever we crossed paths, they striked first without actually caring to find out why we were at such a place. Because of that, we also began to fight back as a means to defend ourselves. Before we knew it, we were the bad guys and war broke out between the two of us.

This was darkening the pure young mind of the villainess; she wanted to destroy the world so bad. This hateful injustice continue, followed by the growing hatred of the villainess until she meant him... The person who made her saw the light. He ( Male lead)came into her life like an angel but he wasn't her but belong to the female lead. The villainess had enough of the world unfairness, she didn't understand why the Haven where showing more favor towards the already favoured daughter of the general. Why people like her was only surviving in darkness and loneliness. The villainess decided to harmed the female lead but failed only to be whipped almost to death, and was abandoned in her dusty r

Aurelia and Aurora trembled in fear. The general spoke, voice low and firm. “In another world, villains live long. But in this world of mine…. Villains will gnash their teeth to survive. They’ll desire everything a hero has but will get none. Villains will rot on earth, in Madrid, and in hell in the afterlife.