Novel & Cerita Mutant Villains

“But no one just walks in here and says they’re capturing me. That’s not how this works.” The leader’s smile widened, revealing those menacing fangs. “Don’t be so overconfident, Alpha. You may be the strongest in New York, but we Mutants are made up of so many supernatural creatures' DNA. We are hellishly powerful. We are here to take you to our leader.” Liam’s expression hardened, his eyes narrowing as he processed the implications of the leader’s words. “So your leader sent you mutts to do the job, huh?” he shot back, his voice dripping with disdain.

“Well why don’t you go after her then?” “Excuse me?” “Like I said go after her”. “Why would I go after her?” he asked. The very idea was sickening. Not that she wasn’t attractive or anything. He just found the whole idea disgusting. A gang leader, a murderer, drug dealer and just plain mean who was violent. That violence she exacted on Geiru. “You will do what I tell you. Unless you want to me to talk to Megumi. You know she will listen to me” he smirked. “And I’m pretty sure that you want your face to remain the same way it is, and also alive”.

“Why would he wrap me in the blanket? Did he take off my clothes because they were wet? He isn’t a saint. The villain can’t feel anything good. Savina! Stop acting like a moron. He is a psychopath.” “...” Dante hadn’t expected to hear that either. He didn’t do many good deeds, but he was called a villain by the woman he had saved. It was nothing new. People usually blamed him for things he didn’t do. So, he started doing everything they had expected of him.

“Get out of my way.” Mutant Lycans are very rare and most of all, very powerful. They possessed the powers of the average lycan but just in a thousand fold. I, as a vampyre haven’t seen up to five mutant lycans in my tens of thousands of days and every encounter with one was never pleasant except with the deceased lycan King, Leonard Wolfs. There was a common reason why the experiences stood never pleasant, the same reason why nature made them rare to come by - EVIL. Mutant lycans were abominations produced by dark magic.

With that word he left the room", though he wanted to do more like kick her hard, but be refrained himself from doing so, his private jet was already outside waiting for him, he took his wife and kids and off they went to another country to start a new life and a new beginning. Madison who had been keeping quiet all these while said to Aubrey, "Hey, you only have only two options left, so it's better you pick wisely, first it is either you go back to the outside world, believe me you know what the angry mob out there can do to you, or we get you registered in a mental asylum where you spend the rest of your life, remember pick wisely" Though she felt pity for her, but what could she do? A vi

“I was right about you. Occults can’t be trusted. Worthless, weirdo. You’re scum. Pathetic.” Jasper’s face darkened as I continued with my abuse. His eyes burned yellow in anger. I should have been afraid, but my own rage made me brave. Stupidly so. “What, am I making you angry? Are you going to show the world what you really are now?” I stepped closer and jabbed my finger at his chest. “I dare you.” “Stop.” “You’re a monster. An abomination. Trash—” “Shut up,” “No, you shut up, you filthy little mutt—”

' Dirty mutt ' , ' rotten bastard ' , ' slut ', ' whore of a mother ' , when she was in the prison , these nobles made it their daily habit to come to Abarcus and insult her on a daily basis , for months she had listened to the nobles insulting her and she has always been patient regarding them but now , she can no longer find it in her heart to be patient enough. Her heart was burning with anger , resentment and a strong desire to hurt these nobles that thought of them as pure , just because they were pure , they had the right to plot against her ? Did their pure blood gave them the right to decide whether she will live or die? Who gave them the right to play with her life ? Their purity ?

“He is involved with the mafia, Lizzie. He has enemies in every corner of the world, which means that even if I choose to spend the rest of my life with him, I will need to be cautious. Wherever I go, I will have security with me for my safety, and I won’t be able to do anything freely.” “But that doesn’t change the fact that you like him,” she giggles. I pause and let out a sigh. “I know.” I love Zack, but I can’t help feeling scared sometimes. He talked to me about one of his biggest enemies, a guy named Marcellus. Zack has explained how Marcellus is making plans to bring him down, which left me feeling anxious and worried about his safety.

“Choose, Kade Thorn. Side with your blood. Or die with these broken wolves you call a pack. We offer power, real power. Not the collars and drugs of false gods.” Drugs? Was he talking about Michelle and Ashram and what they had been up to all this time? Well, those two were definitely the worse villains I had faced. How Michelle had gone from a corporate sniffer to being someone who had lost her morals and wanted to take over a specie was something I never saw coming.

The short man's temper flared, and he viciously swung his blade at Frank. He did not expect Frank to move like a phantom or for his vicious kick to knock him into the wall, and he died after a cough. Hector frowned—he was well aware that any person whom the ring acknowledged would be special, but this was still the first time he had ever met someone as strong as Frank. In contrast, the mutants were basically modified people. Even if most martial artists were helpless against them, they were at Frank's mercy like mere chicks. "Swamp him! Don't fight him alone—he's too powerful for that!" a woman shouted, and the rest promptly encircled Frank and attacked.