The Most Evil Character In Fiction Novels & Stories

The pain that brings them to a state of emergency, that allowed them to see the life they had lived, wishing somehow they could retrieve that life back, they they had not lost their lives to his hands. He not only sought it, he wanted to taste it. How wanted to taste their pain, their regrets for it was delicious knowing with all of those pain they would still die… in his hands. He knew he didn't need it, he just needed to feel it, 'cause it's all in his mind. He's a fiend. The figure was the child of a Fóix after all. They called him the spoilt spawn of terror. Son of Raymond Lé Fóix- The great villain of the Fóix Duchy.

he paused as he gazed at me with a look of disgust. "I have no idea how to describe how I feel about you right now but all I can say is that you disgust me and I am utterly ashamed of you! I feel sick just looking at you. At this point, I find it hard to believe that we are brothers. How can an evil person like you share the same DNA with me? Who did you inherit your evil character from? Certainly not from our father cos he has a conscience. Perhaps, from mom cos, I have seen the way she treats Whitney. Luther, why are you so evil?" "Will you shut up! Are you insinuating that mom is evil?" I asked with anger.

My mind drifts to Savannah fuelling my hunger to save her, my hunger to survive. How can I let her live in the Villa with such a monster? A man who doesn’t have an ounce of empathy within him. Does he have no compassion for women whatsoever? I’m sure there are laws in the Elite Families bible about harming women and children. He's the devil incarnate, a grim reaper with a heart as black as coal, a grinch who steals joy and a boogeyman, who haunts your dreams all rolled into one. Don Valentino is like a dark and stormy night, causing the air to grow thick with the stench of fear and desperation.

I asked. “I just want you to remember that it’s not the Messiah you should be afraid of. It’s the worst of the worst. It’s me you should fear because even your God is on my side.” “The Supreme is on your side?” “Yes.” “I can’t believe that. My God can never side with evil—” “Your God is also the one who created all evil? If he wished, he could have made the world with pure goodness, but he didn’t.” “Do not disrespect the Supreme.”

He laughed maniacally. He's not just a monster and a beast. He is an evil. An evildoer. An evil that loves to taste the pleasure in blood lust. To see a murder. To kill and to destroy anyone's life. They say that evildoers achieve nothing but nothing. But in this situation, it might actually turn upside down. Raising the flag of his hellish self. A murderer.

"You don't understand, Darkie is a character that has no definite behaviour, she can't be called ultimate evil because she isn't really evil but she can't be excused as being good so she is very hard to portray," "This scene is so perfect literally, Darkie's parents are a primary factor in her blackening into a villain because they were so obsessed with winning and perfection they ended creating a devil in the form of Darkie so hate and relief is understandable. She hates them and is relieved they are gone." But that's the irony, because Darkie basically had no friends since she was small, she subconsciously made her parents her friends so with them gone, she was finally all alone again help

I was too angry to face such a kind soul. Valefar was evil. I had known that all my life. No-one pretended he was anything other than a vile, vicious, villain. I had seen him destroy human lives and break the souls of brilliant werewolves. I had seen him take his anger out on imps and kill creatures for the fun of it.

There are two kinds of people in the world, the bad and the worst. Gideon Demetrius was on his way to becoming the wicked. Growing up on the run, everything he wanted he had to take it, chipping at his soul bit by bit. An uncontrollable hunger, the light so very far away. He was caged within his own shell, alone with only the darkness. Within the shadows, he changed into the manipulative bastard who sat at the center of a literature lecture, distracting every feminine and a few masculine eyes in the class.

Killian Schmidt, she whispered in her heart, a name that dripped with darkness and despair. Flashes of the past flooded her mind as she recalled the first time she had laid eyes on him. The memory of his pale eyes sent shivers down her spine, revealing a darkness that seemed to penetrate straight into the depths of his soul. In that instant, he bore the resemblance of a true spawn of the devil, his mere presence exuding an aura of malevolence. It was as if he took pleasure in the suffering of others, revelling in their agony and humiliation. There was no trace of remorse or guilt in his gaze, just an eerie sense of pure amusement as he watched his victims, helpless and on their knees, desper

“Even in hell, you would remain under me, Miss Hood…” His evil laughter echoed behind me, making me flush red from the heat. BASTARD !! Even in hell, he couldn’t put aside his lust. An Absolute Evil Creature !!!