The Villain's Ending Is Death Novels & Stories

"Julian! Remember this! Not in this life—I will never die by your hand!" Before the words had fully left his mouth, he wrenched his blade around and drove it straight into his own chest. Blood sprayed. His eyes went wide, and he crumpled to the ground, his expression frozen somewhere between shock and defiance. Ivy watched Damien fall on his own sword and let out a raw, broken scream. Something in her snapped completely. Between her ravings, I finally pieced together everything the original story had never told. The original novel ended with Damien crowned King and Ivy crowned Queen.

The smell of smoke followed Elena Vale into death. It crawled into her lungs like poison, thick and unforgiving, as the golden ballroom collapsed into chaos around her. Flames devoured silk curtains. Crystal chandeliers shattered like falling stars against marble floors. The world she once ruled was now a funeral built of fire. And somewhere beyond the inferno—people were laughing. “Elena Vale did it!” “She finally snapped!” “The villainess tried to kill Lady Seraphina!”

"Elara Whitmore, you'll pay for this." The screaming faded, and Vivienne was gone. The comments were stunned into silence, then erupted. [Wait. That's IT? I thought Vivienne was the main character. How did it end like THIS?] [I mean... everything she had belonged to the villain in the first place. This is just things going back to how they should've been.] [Okay fine. The villain beating the heroine? That's actually a twist I didn't see coming.]

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

“Right. Okay, so you’ve had shit luck in love. Means your luck will go up now, you know?” “It won't. It's obvious.” “Why would that be obvious?” I snort and look at him like it’s an idiot. “You know.” “Know what?” “Baby, I’m the villain of this story. Don’t you know that the villain is never the main character?” He frowns. “I think you read too much.” “No, it’s true. And the villain’s luck also never goes up, so you know.” I shrug. “There’s probably no point to this.”

Joshua now walks over to the third, “any last words?” “No,” the guy says, “I accept my death,” Joshua slits his throat, walking away to untie the girls. He throws petrol over the guy and the van and sets it alight. Winter is devastated as she punches him, “when will this all end? Will it ever end? Will our child also always have to look over their shoulders?” He holds her right, “this will end soon.”

Honestly, when I read that sort of background story, I wouldn't have thought of villainess, but rather some sort of unfortunate female lead… but that’s not what’s important right now! Growing up without parental love, Bella ended up twisted and committed herself to all sorts of shady actions. She wanted to take revenge on her father who abandoned her and her mother. But of course she was defeated by the main character and the heroine. The crown prince, Alistair Calder Astaseul was her half brother and the hero of the story. In the end, Belladonna was ruined and sentenced to death for her crime by the age of twenty. "Your evil deeds will come to an end now, Belladonna Reigna Astaseul." Those

Janice brags with a boastful smile on her lips. "Incase you are wondering what your role is, you are a villain who tries to kill the female lead Janice. You also have a pretty nice villain ending... Ohh, here they are." Vivian claps her hands in excitement as two set of eyes pops up on the evil one's face. Nose, mouth, ears and all the features a face should have. The evil one touched his face in shock, "No! No! No!" He exclaims in disbelief falling to his knees.

Zane moved to check the body. The Butler was dead. He had struck with enough force to shatter his own skull. A ruthless end for a loyal servant. Anyone with eyes could see the truth: The Butler had died to take the fall for his Master. "My King," Zane said, rising. "He is gone." Alaric looked down at Marcus, who was trembling, grief warring with relief. The King’s expression remained as cold as the winter moon. "So, it was a low-born servant of the Cui household forging the Beta Prime's hand," Alaric said, his voice devoid of pity. "His heart was treacherous. Death is too easy for him."