Evil Protagonist Novels & Stories

He laughed maniacally. He's not just a monster and a beast. He is an evil. An evildoer. An evil that loves to taste the pleasure in blood lust. To see a murder. To kill and to destroy anyone's life. They say that evildoers achieve nothing but nothing. But in this situation, it might actually turn upside down. Raising the flag of his hellish self. A murderer.

They’re just mug shots on newsprint, as unreal in their own way as the villains on a TV show. But here was real-life evil, sitting across the table from me. I knew that she was a sociopath, a master manipulator, a blackmailer, an attempted murderer, and an all-around bitch. Because of all that, I had called her evil many times before – but in the back of my mind, I could still chalk all of her actions up to an irrational rage towards Connor. But this… this was her preying on the weak and the innocent, people whom she didn’t even know, who had done nothing to her. This was evil distilled down to its purest, most vile form.

"I am no coward. I am just playing a smarter game. Moreover, this isn't about the deals you have stolen from me, this is about purging the world of your putrid existence." I shot him a glare, mad at the way he just described me. "Is that what this is really about?" I wondered, knowing his character was way worse than mine. "Yes. With all the evil you have done, someone needs to stop you and I guess I am chosen for this mission." He said with a savior complex. "And can you educate me on some of these evils?" I asked. "Stop acting like you don't know what you have done. First pretending to be an animal lover just to have people's support to join politics." He said and my eyes popped wide open.

The four exchanged strange looks and hushed words. “I’ll try to say it as simply as possible,” Demeter said, folding her hands on the table. “You’re one of the two Children of Iniquity, the Child of Darkness. A malevolent creature of evil that appears in our world once in a while.” ‘Me? A malevolent creature of evil? That’s not possible. There has to be a mistake somewhere.’ She wanted to argue. She wasn’t calling herself a saint, but evil wasn’t a word she would associate herself with. She tried to be at peace with all people, no matter how annoying they were. Sweetheart? Yes. Nice? Also yes. Pushover? She didn’t like admitting it, but sometimes. But evil? No.

Or doesn’t he like my braveness? “There is nothing for you to feel guilty about, Charlene. Some men are evil and moreover you have your father’s empire waiting for you.” He takes my hand and his tone softens. “You need to be the tough one to prevail over them but my heart skips because you are not made for this kind of life.” “ The world is full of evil men” he says I stare, shocked by the obvious irony. Alfredo kills to maintain his power and status in the world. His whole life is based on evil. I look down, not wanting him to see my confusion. But I have to say something; my voice is barely audible.

I did not falter or look away, as he marched straight towards me, with a grin that was twisted and malevolent, a clear sign of his sadistic joy. Our destinies seemed to align at this moment as if guided by the spark that had opened the portal between worlds. A mere mortal against a beast of all beasts, not quite the devil himself, but built by the devil with the sole purpose of the extreme demise of the beings of this globe. Every move he made exuded power and pure evil.

Killian Schmidt, she whispered in her heart, a name that dripped with darkness and despair. Flashes of the past flooded her mind as she recalled the first time she had laid eyes on him. The memory of his pale eyes sent shivers down her spine, revealing a darkness that seemed to penetrate straight into the depths of his soul. In that instant, he bore the resemblance of a true spawn of the devil, his mere presence exuding an aura of malevolence. It was as if he took pleasure in the suffering of others, revelling in their agony and humiliation. There was no trace of remorse or guilt in his gaze, just an eerie sense of pure amusement as he watched his victims, helpless and on their knees, desper

"Look, Buttercup, forget what you know of religion, most of it is superstition, anyway. Think of life in terms of good and evil, not actions, but motives. A man kills another man to steal his money. That's evil. Now, say a man shoots and kills someone to protect his family. That's not evil, even though the act is the same. Motive makes an act evil or good. That's the basic difference between the Way and the Void. You did something that changed your motives, and Vargas sent the gargoyles after you." The girl stared at the bed with her chocolate eyes. She still had that deer-in-the-headlights look about her. Rhychard couldn't blame her. Gargoyles attacked her, a sword fight saved her, and a co

And when it went south, he just moved on. And it hurt. To think that everything was nothing. Nothing at all. It hurt worse than any other torture I went through. But I still keep a blank face. And I lie. "No." I am a liar after all. And I'm Evil. I'm so evil that I can eat the God of everyone and shoot the angels dead. Arson for breakfast and homicide as seasoning. Toxins melt in my blood and plagues fear my gaze. Any vice would avoid me and sin can't bare to think of my clawing razing hands. Another dead soul is a piece on my mantle. Heaven dares not reign above me for fear of being grabbed and swallowed whole. Hell turns chilly when my name is mentioned and death runs to a holiday in obliv

SUSANNA….. There was fire and smoke everywhere. Everywhere was destruction. People of the pack and normal human beings were harmed. The buildings collapsed. Some people were injured and some were dead. People were screaming, mourning, and crying in fear. Fear of death. "I'm the embodiment of the evil in the human heart. Formed by greed, ill will, and delusion of the word. You can destroy my vessel of flesh but you can not get rid of the demons in human hearts. You will never be able to defeat me completely. You will only fail into meaningless struggles time and time again. The world will only grow desperate and numb in the endless tangle. Good and evil. Light and dark. I will turn all of the