Evil Hero Malicious Edge Novels & Stories

All he can hear was the sound of a kid crying for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." The voice of the little girl sounds familiar, Doctor Morgan was in fear that moment, but he tried to keep calm despite the creepy scenario. He tried to looked around but he can see nothing but the blinding darkness, he heard the voice of the kid, chuckling, laughing and crying out for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." "Who killed you?" "Mentris... Mentris.... He will come to kill you Doctor Morgan!"

There were many things about King Akyran and Queen Ecaeris Monster Hunting academy that I hated – the food, the draughty rooms, the haughty dark elves, the mockery of the knights being amongst them – but the gauntlet easily topped that list. “You can do it, Daethie,” Valerian called out whilst exchanging a coin purse with Caraway. “She’s not going to do it,” he added to his twin. “Not even halfway.” “It’s beginning to rain,” Caraway tipped his golden head back and caught a raindrop on his tongue. His violet eyes had concave pupils like our father, something which Tarragon, Rue and Valerian hadn’t inherited in their human forms. “Makes things slippery. Two obstacles.”

"Wow, everybody knows everything." "That's right, that's how this thing works. That's how it works. I'm sure Raymond told you there's a group working to bring down the Cliff empire, didn't he?" She nodded. "Well, that video that I didn't know about, at least I don't remember it, is a weapon that has too much value. She tried to understand what he was talking about. "It's evidence," she concluded, almost whispering the words. "And he appears in the video too... Oh my God, Leonel, Gael appears in that video!" She covered her mouth with her hands and became hopeful.

Asher The hybrid’s blood-red eyes locked onto Malia, its twisted lips pulling back in a snarl that exposed rows of jagged, yellowed teeth. A vicious growl rumbled from its chest as it crouched, ready to lunge. I barely had time to think - just enough to grab Malia by the arm and yank her out of the way. We stumbled back, her eyes wide with terror, and the creature’s massive claws sliced through the air inches from where her neck had been.

In the shadows at the base of the waterfall, a figure emerged, its form shrouded in darkness. "So, the chosen ones have arrived," a voice boomed, laced with malice. "But are you prepared to face the true cost of saving Aethel?" Evie and Liam whirled around, their hearts pounding in their chests. The figure stepped into the light, revealing a cloaked figure whose face remained hidden. But in its eyes, burning with an unholy red glow, Evie saw a reflection of the encroaching darkness – and a terrifying enemy determined to stop them.

Her strength was not just physical; it was rooted in the love and support she had received from Ethan and her pack, as well as her own unwavering belief in justice and redemption. In the midst of the confrontation, Aline's true strength shone through. She offered the villain a chance at redemption, a chance to break free from the chains of darkness and embrace the path of light. As she stood before the villain, she saw a flicker of remorse in his eyes, a glimmer of the person he had once been before he succumbed to darkness. It was a fleeting moment, but it was enough to ignite a spark of hope in Aline's heart.

"And she’s going to use it to kill us. If we don't find, she will use him to take your throne." Ricardo stared at me for a long time. The silence in the room was heavy. Finally, he nodded. "Fine," he whispered. "But once I tell you, there’s no going back. You’ll be part of the secret forever." "I’m already part of it," I said, thinking of the red laser dot on Maria’s chest and the golden eyes in the woods. "I’ve been part of it since the day I stepped into this mirror." I sat on the bed, my heart ready for the truth. I knew that the next few hours would change everything. The "Mirror of Malice" was about to show us a face we never expected to see.

​The Shadow’s Edge ​Elena moved like a ghost through the shimmering indigo mist. She reached the first ridge of the Liquidator vanguard, her silver blades humming. She didn't strike from the front. She dropped from a high, obsidian branch, her weight amplified by the "Null-Link" to hit the lead Liquidator like a falling star. ​Her blade didn't just cut his armor; it Infected it. The moment the silver steel touched the Directorate’s chrome, a microscopic network of black vines erupted from the wound, clogging the suit’s joints and shorting out its life-support.

"You're up." The wizard stood, tossing one side of his cape over his shoulder. "As we all know Edge is a gargoyle of integrity. Of course some thought I should rule, but Edge will be a leader we can be proud of. He will keep the dirty outliers from destroying what we've built and make sure there is continued peace." He paused, allowing the crowd to cheer. They pounded their cups against the tabletops and flapped their wings in joy. "Even now, Edge is working to rid our realm of the Akuma and the darkness overtaking us. With him as our leader, we will be victorious!"

About that little evil everyone has in them, it's about the demons that everyone has. Malakai was a perfect example of a demon in disguise. And Eden? Eden was the perfect villain. After all, no one expects an angel to get the world on fire.