Super Villain Names Novels & Stories

The three of us muttered his name in unison. "Better call me. Alpha of the alphas. Destroyer of the world. My name is Alpha Victor!" Even the quality of Big Boss' werewolf voice made my jeans soaked with my own urine, especially when he slid closer to my spot, allowing me to feel how indestructible he is.

There were a total of ten names on the list and they were the most powerful people under invincibilis state in the world! The person ranked first was King Erik from Eastclub, second was Bolt from Westclub, and third was Gautama from Northclub! Zayn’s name was ranked tenth on the list, pushing the former tenth, Scythe Uroloki. The names on the list had not changed for more than a decade. Even Scythe was an absolute genius who had experienced countless battles in his life. He was so powerful that not even an invincibilis powerhouse could defeat him.

I read somewhere something that said, "You know what the difference between a villain and a superhero is? That the superhero would be capable of sacrificing you in order to save the world, and the villain would be capable of sacrificing the world for you." -Calm down, Colton, calm down," the guy named Cobra stepped back. -I just wanted to make sure in person, I knew you wouldn't be able to break your word," he looked at me strangely, as if morbidly. Colton noticed it and that's why he hid me more behind him- But since you already made it clear to me it's better that we leave. See you later, Colton, I hope you fight again," he winked, turned around and left.

I giggle, “I don’t mind it. I’m not big on silence, to be honest.” “That’s good, because in like two months, it’s going to be hella loud in your life,” Sin grins, his eyes dipping to my stomach. “Name?” “Not yet. We haven’t had a chance to discuss it.” “He’ll be the next Alpha, so you have to make it something cool. Hmmm,” he purses his lips, darting out the tip of his blue tongue at the corner. “Ivan… No. Lucien is kind of badass. Vincent or Viktor give off Russian mob vibes. You should totally go with a mafia name,” he shakes his head. “Run it by me when you come up with something. I’ll tell you if it sounds lame.”

I've talked to maybe twenty or more women for the night and it's barely ten o clock and I'm this close to flinging myself off the balcony out of pure boredom. I see Mother and Father near the staircase speaking with two blonde girls while Zain's in a dark corner groping a red-head. Lucky bastard. "So, Alpha what's your zodiac?" Some brunette asks me. I think her name is... Dana? Donna?Daphne? Something that starts with a D. Or maybe it ends with a D. Something like Daphane-d. I sky another drink before I answer tersely. "Taurus." "Oh my god, I'm a Virgo!"

Yes, the girl who looks like a boy is Saraswati. "Who is that bastard ?!" said someone, none other than the Dnakes gangsters. Who doesn't know the Dnakes gangster, numbering 5 guys who are famous with their respective charisma. Bryan Gerland the bad boy, Kevin G. Stevano the cold boy, Reza Anggara the fuckboy, Yovi Andrean Malik the playboy, and finally Dimas Prayoga the sweet boy. But one thing you must know. Even though their titles are different, they have the same personality that is arrogant and do not have pity for anyone. So no one dares to argue or fight the Dnakes gangsters.

Silas Marwood, the vile loan shark, was planning something unspeakable. Victor, the captain of the Supreme Vikings Confraternity, stood defiant despite the blood pooling around his fallen men. His red beret, adorned with the gold-plated “Eight Legs of Odin,” tilted slightly as he barked, “I’m the seventh captain of the Supreme Vikings, co-founded by Baron Cassian! Lay a hand on me, and your entire family, your generation, everything you hold dear will be obliterated!” His voice quivered, betraying his fear, though he masked it with indignation. The name Baron Cassian, a titan whose mere mention made men kneel, had always been his shield. It worked every time—until now.

- 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.

He didn't know what Victor was capable of, and he didn't want to provoke him. But before he could respond, Sophia spoke up. "Leave him alone, Victor," she said, her voice firm. Victor's eyes flicked to Sophia, his expression softening slightly. "Sophia, sweetheart," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "You don't understand what's going on here. Your father's business is at stake, and Ethan is a threat to that." Ethan's eyes narrowed, his mind racing. What did Victor mean? What business was he talking about?

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."