The Most Evil Character In Fiction Novels & Stories

He was a ruthless, merciless killer who played with people and their emotions for his own amusement. The undead could appear to be handsome and courteous, friendly and gentle, when in fact they had only dark, demonic thoughts. Luther was the most powerful supernatural alive other than his twin. Now that he had chosen to lose his soul he was doubly dangerous. He had been feared before; now he was considered the most menacing enemy of all time. It was a frightening thought that Luther might be stalking them for his own deadly purpose.

And when it went south, he just moved on. And it hurt. To think that everything was nothing. Nothing at all. It hurt worse than any other torture I went through. But I still keep a blank face. And I lie. "No." I am a liar after all. And I'm Evil. I'm so evil that I can eat the God of everyone and shoot the angels dead. Arson for breakfast and homicide as seasoning. Toxins melt in my blood and plagues fear my gaze. Any vice would avoid me and sin can't bare to think of my clawing razing hands. Another dead soul is a piece on my mantle. Heaven dares not reign above me for fear of being grabbed and swallowed whole. Hell turns chilly when my name is mentioned and death runs to a holiday in obliv

That was the problem. Hector didn’t understand love because he had never felt it. People to him weren’t partners, they weren’t family. They were assets—expendable, replaceable, nothing more than tools to sharpen his hunger. I’d done bad things, yes. I wasn’t innocent. But at least I knew where my sins ended. Hector’s? His had no bottom. His brand of evil was pure, methodical, without limits. And for the first time, staring into the shadows he cast, I realized what kind of monster I was truly up against.

It explains his obsession with order and decorum and yet, it all seems implausible. His quest to reconstruct the world of corrupt Alphas and turn it into something else is impossible. There’s no way evil would ever fully be quenched — there will always be a bit of it around. “Killing a child that still had some chance to reform himself doesn’t sound like the best way to eradicate corruption.” I quip, finding this whole fairytale talk of world peace laughable. “He’s a narcisstic psychopath with an unnatural blood thirst, a cruel man that shows no mercy for anyone; child or woman, but I’d follow him to the ends of the earth faithfully.” He says with so much conviction that I almost fall for it

He knew exactly what he looked like, and how that was affecting me. Attraction aside, I would never forget the type of man he was. He wasn't in league with actual Darkness like Nadia, but that did not make him pure and good as a whole. Washed in shades of grey, as the voices in the cavern had once told me. Dain Viotto, or the Game Master as he had become over the course of one hundred and seventy years, was the most dangerous person in this world.

“Oh, mama’s angry now? This is my house, and I say whatever I want!” Something snapped inside me. I stepped closer to her, my voice calm but cold. “Do you know who the most dangerous character in a story is?” I asked. She frowned. “What?” “It isn’t the hero,” I said. “It isn’t the loud villain. It’s the side character. The one who watches. The one who remembers everything. The one nobody expects to speak. With a few words, that person can break the whole story.” Her face paled for a second. I saw it…the flicker of fear she tried to hide. It brought a small smile to my face.

How fucked up was that? When I walked in, she was lounging on one of the seats, watching with longing in her eyes, I almost felt like a bad person. But I wasn't, she caused all this upon herself, and she chose the wrong person to bully. It's always the beautiful women that turn out cruel. It's always my heart that takes the brunt of it. She causes fires, she spreads chaos, but you can't really ignore that face. Red, long luscious hair, the most beautiful pair of eyes, the smoothest skin, the nastiest, most evil character, such a demon.

His smile, once so charming and disarming, now seemed twisted and sinister, a cold and calculated tool used to manipulate and deceive. And yet, despite the evil that lurked within him, Alpha Rowan remained a compelling figure. His beauty and charisma were undeniable, and even his enemies couldn't help but be drawn to him. It was as if he had a dark, mesmerizing power that repelled and attracted at the same time, making it impossible to look away from him, even as you knew that he was capable of unspeakable evil.

The second they get a chance they would sink their claws into your back. We were taught to believe that rogues were ruthless, merciless and evil to the core. And Kaden Matheson was the worst they got. He was a monster and the most feared Alpha in the entire supernatural world. He held the most ruthless and destructive pack. They killed and destroyed every pack they came across. They were monsters! Kaden Matheson was the face of the devil!

Fantasy. I can fantasize all day long about having a big strong man, sweep me off my feet. Love, honor and cherish me and my kids till our last days. But there is just no way that is real. Plus, this particular book reminds me of my life with my ex husband. The villain vampire Samael.. Manipulative, controlling, excessive, and has a temper. Talon. Always reminded me of Samael. He was mean. Degrading. Abusive. Manipulative. And most importantly evil.