Heroes Villains Novels & Stories

She noticed Arielle walking up to Kobie with two glasses of red wine. She watched Kobie being smitten with Arielle, he accepted her glass and going for a sip. "Kobie no.." Delilah yelled at the top of her voice. She leaves Cave's side running up to Kobie who was stunned while his cousin was worried. "Don't drink that…" Delilah immediately swipes the glass away from Kobie. "It's poisoned. She poisoned it along with two hitmen. Cave is one of them." Delilah looked like a crazy person. The melodious atmosphere stopped immediately and all eyes focused on the drama that unfolded.

I asked. “No one,” Amor said. “We are all just people trying to protect people we love by forsaking the lives of people who hold little to no values in our eyes. Killian. Zahir. Hikari. You. Me. We are all the same. We are all villains… this world has no hero because this world is no fiction.” I dropped my gaze, and so did everyone else. ‘It’s not the end…’ a voice echoed from the sky. Amor and I looked around frantically.

Alessandro’s dealth. Amara’s suffering. And I would walk away untouched. Because the best villains never dirty their hands. They just make sure everyone else does.

With Ravena’s promise of backing and the artifact’s power, he felt confident that he could force Helios to falter in front of the pack. However, Hutchins had miscalculated. He was so blinded by his need for revenge and the new power at his disposal that he didn’t realize just how dangerous Helios truly was. He didn’t understand that no amount of strength or backing could make him a true match for the Alpha who had already bested him once.

“Have you done?” “Me?” August’s eyebrows lifted. “I think you’ve mistaken my role in this drama, Ms Carter. I’m the hero here,” he lifted his chin in defiant alpha-pride. “I have been warning the supernatural world for over a decade that this was coming. The Van Helsings have been building power, developing technology and magical weapons of destructive power, with one aim in mind – our destruction, the supernatural world’s destruction. I am here,” he said. “To stop that from happening.”

"Yeah, he's my real-life hero." Quade hummed and his playful grin morphed into something a little more sinister, "I'm not much of a fan of heroes. I've always told my girl, it's the villain that will burn down the world for you, damn the consequences." "That's a bit extreme." Quade shrugged, "Sometimes people need to feel an extreme kind of love." Victor glowered at Quade. This time he didn't ask for my hand, he took it and weaved our fingers together before baring his teeth as his friend.

Villains are just heroes with a broken heart. Whether the villain may be a person or bad weather or an undead being or delay or eve the hero itself.,they add all the spice that's needed in a story. It's usually just a misunderstood character. The villain is the base of a story. And this story starts with the birth of a villain. ×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××

As though she hadn't just walked into the home of the woman who had spent years believing her dead. Alessia stopped. Victoria smiled. "Hello, Alessia." The color drained from Alessia's face. Amara had never seen her look like that. Not angry. Not cold. Shocked. Victoria's eyes moved past Alessia. Straight to Amara. "And you must be Daniel's daughter." Amara felt Alessia move slightly in front of her. Victoria laughed softly. "Still protecting people who don't belong to you." Alessia's voice was ice. "You have ten seconds to leave."

"How? Sally was supposed to be my friend. Everyone knows that. If I get too close, won't they suspect me instead?" "That's where you're wrong," Lysa purred. "You don't go as an accomplice. You go as a victim. Pitiful. Tearful. Paint Viona as the villainess who turned on her own classmate in a jealous rage. The Hensons are blinded by grief-they'll latch onto the first thread of vengeance they're offered." I hesitated, wringing my hands. "But... the Levites aren't the Hensons. Alpha Jason is strong. Too strong. Their pack has allies in both the human and werewolf territories. Going against them blindly is suicide."

“Ms. Carter makes a valid point. Pack misogyny allowed my brother - who leaked information to the Van Helsings to start the war and planned to sacrifice many werewolves to secure his hero status - to gain far more support from all of you than Aislen Carter and her mates, who have only worked to protect the supernatural world and its human allies from the very war he began.” “And now,” she rose from her seat, her body unable to contain her frustration and anger at them. “You would consider allying with the enemy who sought to reduce our numbers and enslave us? Whilst werewolves are still dying from the cuffs that the Van Helsings placed upon their wrists, and that somehow, you all have failed