My Son Might Be A Villain Novels & Stories

“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.

“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.

I said, but Damon shrugged. "It doesn't matter; they're both sociopaths. One of them is mad with greed and wants to take over the city for no reason, apparently. The other one thinks she's always right and that she cannot do any wrong whatsoever. She believes she is entitled to rule everything. The more I know, the more I think that your uncle did a poor job raising a little monster like that," I laughed softly and felt Marcelo squirm. "Then we'll promise to do a better job with our son," Damon looked at me with tender eyes.

I had so many questions in return, but I answered reluctantly; "I am somewhere in a cabin, in a forest." "Who is with you?" I could feel the blush creeping onto my face, and I looked away to hide it. "Enricqio," I said softly, hoping they would not hear, but the terified gasp from both of them canceled that hope instantly. "What?" I asked. "He is Victorianna's son in blood, and he is the male version of her. He is cruel and ruthless. Sometimes, he can be even worse than his mother. He is the devil."

That was when my grandma took me to therapy but I was quiet every session so I dropped it. “You can stay as long as you want. I'm sorry.” He pulls me for a hug and I hug him back. I guess a part of me is grateful to have him as a friend. We let go off each other and he wipes a tear i didn't even realise was there. I let go off him and stare at the TV. “I hate Homelander.” I say out of sudden. Homelander is the biggest villain in The Boys. “What? Who's your favourite then?” He's not going to believe me.

"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.

“His son, we will settle the dispute with his son, I'm sure he has something to do with what happened today, you all can see this was a clean mission, it was carried out by a pro and that's why we didn't hear any noise and the only person that can do that is someone with extraordinary power and I'm sure it's him” “But father, you said he's a special breed too, isn't he going to face problems too if he misuses his powers?” “I don't know son, I think someone is misleading him, I think is the same person that harm his father is also trying to use him” “This is ridiculous father, why is he allowing himself to get use, I thought he was supposed to be a strong one” “He is, for him to hide himself

My pride for my son achieving these triumphs dwindled into disapproval. One day, Aldrich exclaimed joyously, “Theo, the future general of the pack is definitely you!” That’s when I decided enough was enough. I did not want my son to be like Aldrich. Sure, Aldrich may have been trying to undo his wrongs, but that did not make him a good person. I did not want my son heavily influenced by him. Plus, I didn't even want my son to be a general or even on the battlefield. He was to live a long, safe life with me.