Evil Protagonist Novels & Stories

Because evil has boundaries. **

Striker scoffed, but still burned the ground the dead walked on. Abandoning the thought of keeping my identity hidden, I appeared in front of the dead one by one and knocked them down. Their bones scattered, and Striker burned them away. This felt like a horrible thing to do but I didn’t think we had any other way to stop this unless we found the root of evil—Aleister Anasazi—the puppet master. “ I didn’t want you to feel like I made a sacrifice for you when I made the deal with Levian. ” I breathed hard as I continued to move.

Was life always this filled with confusing grey area? I tried to retain as much information as I could. This knowledge might come in handy one day. I studied the man. There was a lot more sides to this then I could ever fathom. There was evil in him, but it would seem that wasn’t all of him. There was a kind of goodness there to, deep down I will admit. A goodness hidden by angry and bitterness. Villains weren’t born, they were created. The monster he had become had been made unknowingly. Was there more goodness to him, then the brief, fleeting moments I had witnessed? I was starting to lose sight of what it was I was meant to be fighting exactly. Maybe whatever this was, was actually better

Was he really that evil that even his best friend feared him. #################

Much more, she would also lie to herself that she didn't fancy this man just because he was a psychotic villain. Anyway, since she already got rid of her title as small cannon fodder, then maybe she could also get rid of Phoenix's title as a villain who is also cannon fodder that will die in the end to pave way for those so-called protagonists. Evelyn let out a heavy sigh as she glances at this so-called villain. It seemed that she had to work hard to pave the way for the villain instead of the protagonist. She just has to make sure that he won't blacken or else this world would be doomed.

Morgan to his cell, Angelic promised her dad that she would do everything to prove his innocence. The next day, William and Angelicp went back to Miss Eleonor Catwood's lab to see the result of her study about the candy. Miss Catwood was a pharmaceutical scientist who had been used to examining different types of medicines. She looked old at her age of 45 yet her brain was so clever that she was able to describe the candy by just looking at it. She said that it was not really a candy, it was formulated to kill human system particularly the internal organs including the major parts such as respiratory and nervous system. The candy was just a trick to cover the deadly particles.

LUCA The agonizing cries of a cowering man is the greatest bliss of a lifetime. I would say that I find it pleasurably entertaining from the depths of my soul but it has none. It’s earned me a reputation that I now love to live by. I’ve been called a lot of things and evil is one of them but not the kind that’s done to a man by his fellow man, sprung by jealousy or broken pride. No, it was the evil that came at you in retribution to the sin one commits against me or my family.

it kept on yelling at Abednego. "The game is now, to bring him down, the time is ripe for Igodo forest, yes, for the entire evil forest to drink his blood," the things thundered as it crunched down on the head of Matendechere and chewed, laughed and cried as it devoured her flesh from slit area. Licking the blood that was dropping from the head. Abednego's mind, body, soul weren't prepared for this moment. The thing pulled bowels out from the lifeless body of Matendechere. Abednego's world… shattered and crumbled right before his very eyes.

Only a piece of the pool area could be seen. "Lo digo en serio (I'm mean it). Lo que Gael y su dulce esposa le hicieron a esos hombres, a Leonel, a Raymond, a todo el mundo; lo que nos hicieron... (What Gael and his sweet wife have done to these men, to Leonel, to Raymond, to everyone; what they have done to us...) Fue malo, incómodo y feo escuchar a un hombre como Raymond describirse a sí mismo como alguien tan débil (It has been bad, uncomfortable and ugly to hear a young man like Raymond describe himself as someone so weak), que se ha dejado influenciar por una mujer como esa (that he let himself be influenced by a woman like that), cuando sabemos que él no es débil, es la maldad actuando

Vivian replied. Indeed, even if he never hurt her, she would never have liked him. The line between good and evil was always clear to her. Good people were good people. Villains were villains. All claims of involuntary actions or forced actions were simply excuses after one’s choice was made. Regardless of time or place, one’s reasons were no excuse for committing evil deeds. He chuckled gently and mumbled to himself, “That’s right. I’ve forgotten. I’m a villain. A lowlife.”