Fantasy Villains Mga Nobela at Kwento

They cursed her memory, cursed her line, and wiped her presence from the pack records as if she were a plague. I pause, looking down at my hands— hands that are whole, unburned, but trembling. "And because her blood ran in my veins, every single drop of that foul reputation was poured directly onto my shoulders." I was no longer the quiet girl who brewed chamomile for sleepless pups. Overnight, I became the villainess’s spawn. I was the child of the shameless woman who tried to steal Captain Rosante. Whenever I walked down the paths, the elders sneered, shielding their children as if my very presence were contagious.

His hands were full of blood and his midnight-like eyes were glaring at the other person who was whimpering in pain as blood was gushing out of his body. "Do you think of yourself as a good man huh? If I'm not good then you are not a good man too. Don't forget You are a villain. Just Bad like me and you'll die soon" That man bled and cried in pain as he burst his heart words at the man who had eyes like LUCIFER and an aura like a BEAST. AARYA ARJUN KASHYAP chuckled darkly as his deep masculine voice was shaking in madness. "Of course! Good people don't live long but Villains will live for thousands of years. So for living thousands of years of life, I'm willing to be a Villain"

Then him. I had heard the descriptions. Silver-haired. Crimson-eyed. Cold. Empty. Born without a soul. The noble children at the market talked about the Crown Prince the way they talked about war: with equal measures of fascination and terror and the comfortable certainty that it was something that happened to other people. I had pictured something monstrous. Something immediately, obviously wrong. I had not pictured a boy.

he told me, his moss green eyes looking into my blue ones sincerely. I nodded slowly. I had to trust him. This was the first test of my faith in him, I suppose. I had to trust that he would get me out of here without anyone finding out and take me with him. The guy had the powers of a witch and a werewolf combined. If there's anyone who can pull this off, it's him. I frowned as I realised that he still hadn't told me what other interests he had. Why was he here if not to represent his pack?

He later died in the book, even Jade had also had died before the end of the book and she was guessing it was an happy ending for the leads . ' oh so it was that guy , he's way better than that idíót fiance of mine , let's go see how he looks like ' she thought before leaving the principal's office . She preferred him over the male lead ,a million times . At least he wasn't an hypocrite. There's nothing anyone can tell her that would make her like that Lance. He was the one who turned Jade into a Villian. The moment she went out ,she was ambushed by Lilith who was growing impatient already .

Seeing it for myself made me feel quite strange, I have to look For a way to cure my curse, this isn't what I wanted. The thrill I got from taking a soul has never felt so great, I'm a man with three personalities, and all these have been caused by me being a mixed breed. The dangerous me is Draco, the normal me is Devin , the soft part of me is Dave. I've never asked for this, no one knows better than me the hell I've endured for years. The Asgard's bloodline has been cursed by some witch three hundred years ago.

All in all, it has been over five years, but we call each other and we have been living like that. Even though I try to keep myself low-key and erase the traces of the bastard in my life, no myth can change my mind about the fact that Theodore Andrews is the villain bound to threaten my existence. I wouldn't mind smashing his head on a rocky surface any day I mysteriously meet him. I will be glad to watch his downfall, but I will keep all that in my dream until karma decides to resurrect.

He is affiliated with several mafia syndicates, especially the Gallos. I’m reminded what a dangerous idea it was to hide by his side. It’s a double-edged sword, and I don’t know which side is going to end up killing me; Grisha or the Gallos. If I had a choice, I would rather die by anyone else’s gun. That traitor will never have the satisfaction of wiping out what is left of the Petrov family. The taxi is stopped at the gates, and a guard the size of a mountain asks what we want. The driver darts his head toward me, breaking into a cold sweat. If I wasn’t used to the sight of intimidating guards, I would be shitting a brick as well.

I was truly living the life of a side character, being treated that way by my own brothers. I picked up the pesticide bottle, twisted it open, and poured it straight into my mouth. "What are you doing?!" Charlie screamed in terror, his face turning deathly pale. Even the usually composed Lucas panicked at that moment. "Are you insane? Did you really drink it?" My consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and I thought, 'What's so insane about it?' The original character in that world, Maddison Sherman, was just a villainous side character doomed to die sooner or later anyway. I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead.

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.