Novel & Cerita My Son Might Be A Villain

“A raid is coming. A big one. The kind that brings gold, land, and respect. Men will die. Men stronger than the cowards you crushed last time.” Lucia’s son didn’t blink. “I don’t join fights based on your invitations.” “No. You join fights that prove your blood.” The boy’s eyes narrowed. “My blood doesn’t need proving.” “Doesn’t it?” Vanguard countered swiftly. “Your mother thinks you’re untested. She thinks your strength is nothing but anger. She thinks your victories are accidents.” There was a shift—barely visible, a tightening at the corner of Lucia’s son’s mouth. Vanguard saw it instantly.

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.

“I think it’s already too late.” “You think they have him?” I nod once. Antonio’s curse is low, vicious. That boy—Giovanni’s son—is all that’s left of a monster. In the wrong hands, he’s not a child. He’s a weapon. A weapon aimed straight at us.

he sighed, “I have no excuse for what I did. I'm a terrible father and I know that, but please forgive me and let me fix my mess.” “Now that's the thing,” I snarled. “My hatred for you has escalated to all rich people, not only because of what you did, but because they killed Timmy! I’ve seen how rich people like you treat people of lower class. I will make them all suffer, and I certainly don't mind being the villain.” “You're not a villain, Kevin!” Taylor yelled the moment I reached the door, about to go outside. I smirked and turned slightly to the left. “Villains aren't born, father,” I whispered, “they're made!”

After all, I’d heard so much about Magnus Wrath’s only son, who was born a Vel Morin, from my mother, ever the gossip. To me, he had seemed stoic, unflappable, stylishly rebellious. But I’d quickly learned that he was a sociopath who lacked all empathy and would happily watch the world burn. My mom tagged his spooky behavior to the fact that being a Vel Morin isn’t an easy task, and it can weigh the bearer down and even cause madness if they are unable to handle the burden.

“You will survive, but Chad was just a Delta. Who could have protected him? He was always weaker compared to you.” A tear, hot and unexpected, traced a path down my cheek. “Even now,” I whispered, my voice thick with unshed tears, “even after everything, you still choose him. The son who brought so much darkness into the world.” “I must have failed him Leigh,” father murmured, his voice barely audible. “Somewhere along the way, I failed Chad, and that is why he turned… villain.”

I said, a small smile forming. Julio's face became red as he began to shake his head so much that I swore his buzz cut started shaking. "I'm not a bad person," he said in protest. "You might not be a bad person, but there's a difference between being bad and being a villain," I said. "It's okay," I added after a while of watching him stutter over his words. "There's nothing wrong with being a villain sometimes. Damon taught me that there's always a version of you that everyone needs at some point. Maybe that's what they need—a villain," I said as I got up from my seat. "If that's all, then... I think we should get ready to meet them. How is tomorrow?" I asked, feeling optimistic about the ne

"Calm down my child. I'm not scared of death anyway. I came here after doing the required research on your land, people and everything else. Do you know what this means? It means I'm not scared of anything instead I'm prepared for whatever would come my way. And anyways I'm not bad-mouthing anyone here. I don't do such things instead I state only facts. Why can't you see that you're father is making you sin indirectly. Have you ever seen him killing anyone? No. He doesn't like shedding blood and that's why people vote in his favor during elections. He's trying to make you look like a villian and even after his death your name would never be mentioned anywhere near the nomination committee Ha

“Killian. “ He said and I laughed. “Like the comic book character. “ “Like him, yes. “ There was a really popular comic book going around therse days and I assumed he had picked up the name form there. But it kind of suited him. “Okay. You will be Killian. But he’s the villain, right?” “We’re all villains, Garrey. “ “ I'm mister Garrey for you, kid. And about the villain thing- that depends on who tells the story. “ “Nah, “ he said, “we’ll always be seen as the bad ones even in our own story.” "Yeah, I guess. " I said quietly. He was too smart for his age and once again I hated this whole, stupid world we all had to live in.

"He's Beliast Aberdeen. A very powerful person, he's the first person to open the Dungeon's Shadow Prison or even the last person to be able to open it." Flashback On "When I grow up I want to be a king, Mom," said a small child who was lying on his mother's lap. His mother looked at her son's face with a smile. "Of course dear, you have to be the strongest person in the world. Invincible by anyone and can protect the weak." The son nodded enthusiastically. He imagined what if he grew up. Be strong and respected by everyone. A smile was etched on his lips even until he fell asleep.