True Villain Novels & Stories

“Darius Voss.” Alden cursed under his breath. I felt my nails dig into my palms. Darius was a dangerous man, a former weapons dealer turned underground scientist. He had no loyalty, no moral compass, only a hunger for power and chaos. If Victor had gotten his hands on Darius’s work, then whatever he was planning would be far worse than we initially thought. “We need to find him." I said, "Now.” Alden nodded, already pulling out his phone, "I’ll have my men look into his last known location.”

One where we’re the villains, where his law is salvation. Draven stepped closer, bracing one hand against the wall above her shoulder. The torchlight painted the scar across his cheek in harsh relief. “Then we’ll show them a different vision. One built on truth, not lies. You struck the first blow. You shook his foundation. Now we hold the ground.”

The rainy night was too dark for his face to be seen clearly. "Can you stand?" A long, well-defined hand extended toward me. Blood still stained his knuckles. Following the hand upward, I met a pair of unfathomably deep eyes. In the rainy night, those eyes were as sharp as a hawk's. His features showed no expression, but his presence was powerful enough to suffocate. I recognized him. He was Alex's greatest business rival, the man known in the capital markets for his ruthless methods. He was David Sullivan. His reputation in the city was polarizing. Some called him a once-in-a-generation business genius. Others said he was a capital predator who devoured everything in his path.

Even Daren stood frozen. Everyone was listening. Everyone was waiting. For the truth. Althea took a step forward. "You lied to everyone." Malachar's jaw tightened. "You lied about the Vales." Another step. "You lied about the Council." Another. "You lied about the First King." The ancient man's eyes narrowed. "You understand nothing." Althea laughed. Not mockingly. Sadly. Because now she finally saw him for what he truly was. Not a mastermind. Not a savior.

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

His eyes went from the dark hole of the barrel up to Vladimir’s face. Vladimir’s voice was calm, chillingly conversational. “Now you will tell me the real truth.” Anthony didn’t blink. “I have told you the truth.” Vladimir stepped even closer, the cold metal of the gun now pressing against Anthony’s cheek. “No more stories. No more clever lies. Who are you really?” Anthony looked right into Vladimir’s icy eyes. “I am a man trying to protect someone.” “Not good enough,” Vladimir said, his finger resting lightly on the trigger.

Keeping my eyes on this man I now recogize as a liar, I reach my left hand behind me, I know that Micheal will have followed my train of thought, we have fought side by side too many times for him to not know what I want now. Without a word he passes me a dart gun full of deadmans blood. I shoot the man in the arm, I only want to weaken him, not kill him, yet. I walk towards him, the whole world melts away, as Mal takes control, stalking towards her prey. When she reaches him, he reaches out a hand to her, she keeps just out of reach as he speaks. "She promised you would be mine, if we won, I was to be your mate... I was a fool to think you would accept me, I was blinded by my desire for you

“I know that's not the complete truth, deceive everyone, let the fake pearl think she has a choice, I'm not so naive, I will find the truth” Valery stared at me, Harold looked astonished at such a scene, it felt like something straight out of a fairy tale and my father ever so useless, who had always listened to the whims of my mother had gone back to taking her side.. I didn't care for him anyways. I knew something was wrong and I intend to find it! Truth is… I never once trusted the fake pearl, that innocent theatrics can deceive anyone but me. I will get my get back.

I tried to sound as convincing as possible. Mrs. Valle stood up from her seat. "That is not true! And where did you hear that, you woman?!" Mr. Valle restrained his wife and calmed her down. "Mrs. Valle, relax. We're not your enemy here. A true and genuine businessman is someone who discusses the pros and cons. I'm just being honestly realistic. That's the truth."

If the law cannot bring you to justice, I will do it for Holly! Holding a knife, George angrily threw himself at Clifford. Clifford instinctively took a step backward but quickly stopped. He carefully pulled out a voodoo doll from within his jacket and mumbled, "The priest said that I will stand another chance with Holly if the voodoo doll is stained with my blood. I am too cowardly to take my own life, so I guess you're doing me a favor here." I did not pay him any attention. Crying, I ran over to George. "You'll get sentenced for murder! Are you an idiot?"