Hush Villain Novels & Stories

The other thing was using his powers to hypnotize people so they wouldn't come out onto the streets for them to fuck in the open and marked, every location with cum. He now knew he wouldn't look at every location the same, he was branded, he had a location, he told, every location he wasn't fucked with, while every villain in Lovecraft County City was either catatonic, or literally still stuck to straitjackets saying. All the villains, had hysterical crises, and screamed from the four winds that the devil was chasing him, but, he always chose the night to hunt him down, at that time, he was at that exact moment making a huge blasphemy in the open...

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

“So Maelor sent his lapdogs instead of coming for me himself? I hope he’s close enough to hear me calling him a coward. Come on then, let me see who he considers to be dispensable.” There’s a rustle, before six figures emerge from the shadows, their robes fluttering as though caught in an unfelt breeze. They move with eerie synchronization, their faces obscured by hoods. One of them steps forward, his voice echoing unnaturally. “Hilda. Surrender, and we’ll make this painless.”

With just a single word, I could find myself dead, either at the hands of Silvio or Max. Yet, I loathed her. She was the ultimate villain, the master manipulator. Vespera had achieved her goals through her greed and animosity towards me, but she wasn’t the true mastermind. I sat there, feeling utterly lost. Helen was right; Silvio was far more dangerous than any of them, and he was ruthless. I could sense his feelings for me, and I reciprocated, but what would happen if he discovered my lies, my past, who I truly was?

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

The coarse coral-weave robe of a province I do not recognize, the kind that has not been worn in any kingdom for at least four hundred years. She is sad. The whole of her is sad. The sadness is not new; it is settled, the way a stain is settled in old cloth. "My name is Vessa." "The third host." "You read fast for a young one. Yes." She moves toward me — not by swimming, by appearing closer the way memories appear closer — and she sits, cross-tailed, in the silt at the edge of the seventh cairn. Her hands rest in her lap. The pearl in my chest is uneasy with her in a way it was not uneasy with Morrigwen, and after a second I understand why. The pearl is afraid of Vessa specifically. Vessa su

Vihaan drives his car through the dark and deserted streets, unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows. Suddenly, a group of masked goons appears out of nowhere, surrounding his car, and forces him to stop. GOON 1 (raising a weapon) Get out of the car, now! VIHAAN (staying calm) Alright, alright. No need to get violent. Vihaan steps out of the car, his senses on high alert. He knows he needs to defend himself and protect his family.

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.

Before I could offer any consoling words the girl brought up another suggestion. “What about Tits?” By that time we’ve entered the hoverer that Rush invented with Khronos’ help. The maroon-haired traitor heard it and laughed at her suggestion. “Hi Sable, I’m Rush Rhodes - your chauffeur for today. I think Tits is a nice nickname, don’t you think Mr Crowley?”