Evil Hero Malicious Edge Novels & Stories

The Villain I don't usually come through this forest during the day. Afraid of being spotted by patrols. So it feels a little strange as I slip through the passageways below the fallen tree. I press the stone and after a few seconds the latch above my head opens up and an eye leers down at me. "Pierce? What are you doing here? Malcolm said you're not supposed to come back here." "My Dad texted me this morning said he needed my help with the patients," I said.

“I made you famous, I made you powerful, I made you rich and invincible and you aren’t even grateful enough to appreciate the times when we worked as a team.” “You made me a beast,” I said in grief. “Now, I’m just a villain in every wolf storybook. The anti-hero to every little wolf-child.” “Stop crying over spilt milk, Blade. There’s nothing you can do anymore, all the efforts you’ve made in the past three years turned out fruitless and when I eventually take control, I would make sure the world never forgets The Ripper.” “I’m sure you’re excited.” I said with a defeated voice.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known

he paused and pointed the gun at Cynthia. "You were so good in bed, I foolishly let you into my bed without knowing that you are Delilah. Thank God I am not Sampson who was blinded by sweet pûssy. I am smarter than you" he shrugged. "How much did that guy pay you? Oh, maybe he fûcked you better than I did!" He laughed. "It feels good to waste the blood of those who betrayed you. It will be more fun sucking the blood of your enemies!"

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William disclosed. "Just because I am not your son, does that means you should hate me that much?" Bryce shuddered. "Look, I don't have time for you" he pointed to his guard, "Finish him" he hissed ordered and left the scenario laughing darkly. The third part was very brief, it showed Mike bargaining a deal with the underworld don, if though his face was blurred si they couldn't even catch a hint of who he was but Mike face was clearly seen.

Like hell she will. At five thirty in the evening, Edge walked into Bluemoon pack hose which was filled with members already. The alpha of Bluemoon pack, Alpha Fenriz, gave a small speech introducing him to the crowd during which Edge’s gaze swept over the people. When he was sure that Light wasn’t there, his face darkened. Edge realised he had made a mistake by letting her leave by herself. Before letting her leave, he had still believed that she was not bad. But she clearly didn’t hesitate to even lie to him and ignore him blatantly. Seems like he had given her too much trust.

“You have no right to threaten him!” “Step aside, Alpha,” one thug snarls, brandishing a knife. “This isn’t your fight.” Edgar feels the darkness creeping, the blood pumping in his veins as adrenaline spikes. “It’s exactly my fight!” he barks back. In one fluid motion, he disarms the thug and knocks him to the ground. The second man lunges, desperate to prove he’s more than just a pawn in an evil game. Edgar, his instincts honed by years of survival, sidesteps, kicking out his leg to drop the attacker hard onto the pavement.

Blood runs down her neck, soaking her clothes and the ground "You can… beat me… all… you… want …, cut off all my… my …. fingers if you want, but that doesn't change the fact that… you are evil, Agatha. Helen would have been a better Luna," Maligils gasps between hits. "The pack will... know... everything… one day"