Invincible Main Villain Novels & Stories

Or part of why. But another question remained. The biggest question. "Victor Ashford?" Seraphina asked. Charles shook his head. "No." The answer stunned her. "No?" "Victor knows pieces of the truth." A pause. "He's dangerous." Another pause. "But he's not the one running it." The world seemed to tilt. Because Victor Ashford had been the primary suspect from the beginning. The enemy. The villain. The target. Now even that certainty was collapsing. Again. Charles stepped closer.

Scott asked her, he would have dealed with them himself but Madison really wanted to carry out the revenge herself and of course he would support her whole heartedly. However there was no response, his daring vallianess was already asleep, he planted a kiss on her forehead as he slept peacefully that night protecting his little villainess

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

He was the one who had watched Serena throw Cynthia in the lake, and he was Cynthia's biggest simp. Julian scrambled to his feet, dust covering his expensive robes, face red with humiliation. "You dare call this Prince a dog?! Guards! Hold her down! I’m going to rip her tongue out!" The Capital had two main scourges: Serena Blackwood and Prince Julian. One had the backing of the War God and the Queen; the other was the son of the King’s favorite concubine. They had been enemies since they could shift. But Julian had never once won against Serena.

- collectors of debts, takers of lives. Their presence strikes fear into the hearts of even the most hardened men. Each one a force to be reckoned with, ruthless and merciless. Their rule is absolute, their mercy nonexistent and I'm in love with one of them. Their rule is absolute, their mercy nonexistent and I'm in love with one of them. Viktor Ivanov, the Strategist. Alexei Sokolov, the Ghost, is the most quiet and reserved member but he's as deadly as a viper. Mikhail Volkov, the Butcher or the Volk and then we have Nikolai Rostov, the Punisher.

My mother’s cruel reign still breathes here, still stings even beyond her rule. Then another question cuts through me. “And the father of the child within you?” My spirit rebels. No. I will not speak it. For a heartbeat, I almost believe my mother alone is the villain. But looking around—the men and women together, united by exile, their eyes filled with old scars—I see it clearly. Varyn is a villain in their story too.

"A high-level martial artist was killed just like that! "Who exactly is this villain?" Marlow hurriedly lifted his head and yelled, "The villain's name is Woody Henderson. He's a citizen of Tiusto City." The elder frowned and asked, "Doesn't this man know that Macarius and Lionel are members of the Martial Arts Union?" Marlow answered, "He does! "Master Davis declared it multiple times. Even the people around them also scolded and told him to not do such a foolish thing. But that brat wouldn't listen at all.

With a face full of grief, I swung the club in a wide arc and brought it down on Violet's calf with brutal force. "He's a fake heir, and you're the real daughter! You'd betray your own parents for some outsider? You've been possessed by a demon!" I kept swinging, shouting my heartbreak with every strike. "Vi, we share the same blood—hurting you hurts me too! But for this family, for the Sanders name, I'm taking care of this villain today! I have to wake you up! A family that stands together thrives! We have to cut out the cancer!"

“Ohhh… you’re going to kill me? Kill me in bed baby come here uh” I took the vase to the table in case he didn’t listen to me. When I noticed that I am already close to the door, I immediately run to it but to my disappointment, it was locked. “What the---” *SMASH* I hit his head with the vase after he tried attacking me. He maliciously wraps me in his arms and pull me back to the center. He was not even affected when I broke the vase on his head. He’s couldn’t feel the pain.

“The spectre. Solomon Wynters. Zien Wynters. So the asshole Prince was my father’s friend’s son?! “He was my best friend. Lord Coulton and that puppet king were the reason he lost his grandparents and parents, and he- they tortured him until he went mad from it. I would kill them all for that.” Vincys’s face turned dark with anger. “The dark vampires are bad, aren’t they? Evil.” “King Egor isn’t evil, but he is spineless. Lord Coulton and his army of dark vampire, they are the true enemies. They must be eliminated,” Vincys growled. “They were the reason my friend died.