Harry Potter Villains Novels & Stories

Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried. "I was just messing with you. Why did you actually drink it? Maddie, since when did you become so weak?" he asked. The original Maddison was not fragile at all. After all, she was the villainous side character whose job was to frame the female lead before meeting her destined death. The female lead was Cynthia. Just a while back, the original Maddison had tried to stop her from taking the SATs by slipping laxatives into Cynthia's food. However, halfway through, the original Maddison got scared and switched the drugged meal with a normal one.

"The cup came from my own brother's house. Your uncle Rick poured the poison into the bottle on the third night of the warm-current season. He chose a vintage I drank only on private suppers because he wanted my death to look like grief had finally caught me." "The boy you love is his tool. Liam has been lying with his shoulders since before he asked for your hand. He was never the architect of this, daughter. He was the instrument. He is the dagger your uncle has been sharpening for three years and you are the wedding it was forged for." "The girl is yours. Your cousin Rose has been his lover for as long as he has been your suitor. She does not love him. She loves being chosen. He never qui

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

He gestured toward the summoned spirits, his eyes cold as ice, filled with a deep scorn. Peter chimed in, his voice light but carrying an almost teasing edge. "Are they really that impressive?" He smiled faintly, as though these evil spirits were nothing more than trivial, insignificant beings not worth mentioning. Harry’s voice lowered, his gaze still fixed coldly on the undead. "Those spirits are my kin. In life, they were traitors who betrayed my people. Do you really think such fallen souls would possess any loyalty?" His words were laced with disdain, as though these spirits weren't even worthy of being considered true enemies.

The merciless punisher; anyone who opposed him faced a vicious animal. He was compared to Voldemort in Harry Potter —he who shall not be named or whatever. We all knew it was him behind the attacks, but we could only hope that it wasn’t. After all, hadn’t we convinced ourselves that fear was just a product of our creative minds? I looked over at Lily, who was rocking back and forth. Could she be wrong and misinformed? I pray she is wrong!

Vincent said begrudgingly, and his adorable face turned red from anger. He whipped out the magic wand that Zayn bought for him as a souvenir from Universal Studios. Vincent snarled, "I'm going to use Avada Kedavra on Bad Daddy!" Larissa didn't know what to say. "That's it," she thought. Avada Kedavra was the strongest spell. Vincent had always used harmless tools like the Crawly Dust or Burpy Dust to prank others. But if he intended to use Avada Kedavra, he must've been pissed.

I answered him and Alpha Zane nodded in agreement. “So, what do we do now? We can’t find the Orb nor can we find the Book of Spells,” Alpha Zane said and sighed. “One thing we know for sure now is that whoever has the Orb and the book is the bad person or what do you call such people in movies and novels again?” Alpha Kelvin asked and I could see Alpha Zane roll his eyes to suppress a smile. “Villain. They are referred to as Villains,” I answered with a small smile.

I glanced at Ashley, a frown on my face as I struggled to understand what Harry was saying. “And what do they have to do with any of this?” "It turns out we both know his daughters, and he works with your father." “What the hell! Who is it?” Harry chuckled dryly and shook his head. “Fuck, I was such an idiot! I should have done better research.” “What are you talking about, Harry?” “Willow and fucking Kylie—that is who I am talking about. Those bitches had been playing us from the start!” Harry yelled and slammed his fist against the wall. Harry rarely gets angry, and when he does, one should stay out of his way.

"Furious." Mimi snickers lightly. "So since she's the Luna, what does that make you?" "A lucky girl." She cocked her head to the side, eyeing me strangely. "You'll never forgive them, huh?" "Not after they banished my father." "He did break the rules, Morgan." "Healing Rogues is a banish-able deed. That's like handing out Cookies to prisoners, would you kill me for that too?" "We aren't supposed to aid Rogues, period. They are Rogues for a reason. Some of them are murderers," Mimi argues.

Terry, seeing the dilemma, put a hand on Harry's shoulder and said softly, "What are you doing? Let her go first. She's just kind enough to want to help you!" "Kindness?" Harry sneered, "I'm afraid it's not! From the way they're dressed, you already know these two aren't any good!" Hearing that, Ilumina used all her strength to pull her arm away from Harry's control, "You're too rude! Do you believe I'm going to scream that you want to abuse me? Tough!" "Rude? The two of you are scoundrels! Don't think I don't know, you two always specialize in deceiving gullible and gullible students!" Harry gritted his teeth.