Scott Pilgrim Villains Novels & Stories

Martin said. "Dangerous?" Scott scoffed. "It dangerous to you and yet you sold us out? You sold our team out?" Scott yelled in his subconscious. "Yeah, it is dangerous, I mean we all know about these people, they are scary," Martin said. "How could you of all people be scared?" Scott said. "I'm human too you know," Martin rolled his eyes. "So why did you decide to rob nirvana, anyways?" Ronnie spoke up after a while. "They are the richest villain ever, they have everything, girls, and money, and even authority, they can instill fear and control greed," Scott said.

He knew that he would be murdered if he refused to yield to the Elysium Gate. Darryl nodded and turned to the Ten Villains. "What about you guys?" All of them had a unique appearance, which was interesting. Oldest Villain One was an overweight man with a chubby face. He had a striking five-inches long scar on his left cheek. Old Villain Two looked smart and refined; he had a striking appearance. Old Villain Eight was the most interesting one. He had an afro, and he was as skinny as a twig. He looked like a living feather duster from a distance!

he demanded, his voice ringing out with authority. A figure stepped forward, his features obscured by the darkness. "I've been expecting you," he said, a sinister grin spreading across his face. Scott's jaw clenched, his courage unwavering as he prepared to confront his enemy. "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing. The figure chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with malevolence. "You may call me Victor," he replied, his voice dripping with contempt. "And you, Scott, are about to learn the true meaning of power. Your friend is just going to suffer from this crossfire."

I was never going to feel sorry for anyone, especially not a wicked Villain like me. "Hahahaha… Damien! Look at you. All grown up. Ready to be an Alpha. What were you thinking? That you would run somewhere, away from your pack? Away from your responsibility? Tell me, who's the villain here? Haha" I remained silent. All I could hear in my head was the truth that came out from his mouth. "Listen up, kid," he wheezed, "you can't dodge these dark truths. Embrace them, live with 'em. Those sacrifices, all for you, Damien. Can't you see? Think your wolf's some Moon Goddess present?"

It made Scott feel rather uneasy, so he frowned. Soon, the subordinate standing next to Scott pointed at Zayn and scolded rudely, “Little brat, what are you looking at?” Zayn said nonchalantly, “Him, of course.” Even though Scott felt very displeased by Zayn’s calm demeanor, his curiosity was piqued at the same time. One should know that he was a Tier-3 master fighter and not many people in the entire Murica were more powerful than him. He was ranked as one of the top gangsters, and all the other crude thugs could not compare to him.

She had to as she had no one to go to, most especially now that she’s pregnant. Scott Hunt had been diagnosed for having Antisocial Disorder which no one knew about aside from his psychiatrist, Jess, and Kaiser. He was great in manipulating people without feeling any remorse. Even Samantha, an exceptional psychiatrist hasn’t seen through him—not even Takumi. Everything he has shown to everyone he calls as "friends" were all fake and he regrets nothing. Scott is also the son of an underground leader who lures cursed people into opening a portal between heaven and hell.

But before he retorted, he heard, "Your brother is a perfect match for my sister. I have decided, Shawn, your brother will be the guy." "You are joking, right?" "Now is not the time to joke, fucker. I am damn serious." Shawn's face contorted. He leaned forward to growl at Scott, "You know my brother is sworn enemy with Hunter MacIntyre, right? They both look like they will jump on each other the moment they come across." "Exactly. They both are sworn enemies. That is why it'll be more fun and exciting. In fact, it'll serve that ass hole a right lesson. His ex-wife in the arms of his enemy." Scott said with a sinister smirk.

His scarred hand shoots out, grabbing a fistful of Scott's dark hair and yanking his head forward with violent force. The watching wolves gasp in pure shock as they realize these black-armored enforcers do not care about the Nightfang borders at all. Baldy growls directly into Scott's ear, "I hate show-off pups the most. Let us see how sharp your teeth really are when we pull them. Boys, teach this dog his place!" With that command, the rogue gang surrounds Scott, their heavy boots kicking and stomping his ribs mercilessly against the stone.

“And now you’re asking to borrow a car? Entitled bitches, you Riccis are.” It wasn’t often that I let my emotions build up enough to lash out, but Scott’s nagging, combined with lack of sleep and food, aches and pains pulsing in several parts of my body, and wondering exactly what Killian’s business was, likely something with Sera, set my anger spilling over the edge of my thin patience. But I managed not to strangle him, and I forced my voice to remain even. “What’s your price?” “A rain check,” Scott said immediately as if he’d been waiting for me to ask. “I want this bastard dead, too. Don’t ask me why. I’ve heard about the shit he’s involved in, and he deserves to die. He’s giving us all

I follow his gaze, wondering who is stupid enough to pick a fight with him. And there he is. “Hey, Grimm!” A bald mountain of muscle with tattoos crawling up his neck and skull sticks his head through our tent flap. “Keep your little spies out of our space.” Graham Scott. Enervoltz rider. Professional asshole. “We caught him snooping,” he adds, lips curling. Scott has hated me since … forever. But more since last season. Since the accident. Since his teammate and best friend died. He blames me. “Since Reaper is clearly the better team,” I call back lightly, stepping forward, “why would we need to spy on you, Scott?”