Vicious Novels & Stories

I meet his glare head-on, my smile widening. “You think you’ve won?” he spits, his voice trembling with suppressed fury. “You’re nothing but a broken wolf without a pack, clinging to a man who will drop you the moment you’re no longer useful.” “Better broken than bitter,” I retort, my words slicing through the air like a whip. “And unlike you, Victor, I don’t need to manipulate or destroy to feel powerful. I’ve already taken everything from you that matters.” The fury in Victor’s eyes burned brighter than ever, his words drenched in venom. “I was just trying to break your spirit that day when your father took his own life…”

“No offense to you-” “None taken.” “-but some people just have bad blood running in their veins, and for some reason, it skipped you, or did it?” “What do you mean?” I ask in confusion “Well, you are not a pushover, you have got steel in you, so why not turn it against them.” “You mean like a revenge play?” “Yes.” “Fantasy.” “No. It is very much possible-”

“You heard me. Maggie deserves better, not some second-hand scum like you.” Victor’s face flushed red. “Who do you think you are to talk to me this way?” He moved towards me, but Maggie held him. “How can your parents take in this low-class shifter? He needs to be sent back to the bin, where he rightly belongs.” “Wanna go at it? I can beat you to a pulp, you scrawny wolf. Who do you think you are? I’d say the bin would suit you better, but even that is too high-class for you. Who knows, you might be a Bad Blood.” Wait, what’s a Bad Blood, and why did I use the word? It must have been something very terrible, as Victor’s face went totally red.

VINCENZO Her grip on my hand tightened, confirming my suspicions. The protective instincts within me surged to the forefront, a fierce determination taking hold. I vowed silently that if her father had indeed played a role in her suffering, he would face the consequences. No mercy would be granted. I would devise the most merciless and excruciating punishment that his twisted mind could never fathom. The thought of him causing her pain ignited a wrath within me, one that would be unleashed with unyielding force.

Once who were all behind his tail to get a little bit of an advantage from his company the same people humiliated and insulted him in every chance they got. Harry who used to be familiar with only gentle and loving actions turned into a vicious rugged man who knew nothing but being ruthless. He knew nothing except to gain as much power he could to crush the people who destroyed his everything once. Flashback Ended. Harry opened his dark eyes gazing at the glass in his hand with nothing but anger. The sides of his eyes turned reddish colour because of clenching his jaw and gritting his teeth. The memories. Those painful yet dark memories had overshadowed every

He loved blood, the smell of blood specifically the smell of his enemies or targets blood was such a soothing thing for him. Ziven hated Felix from the very start, he hated his all family so he killed his parents on a dark night which still haunts Felix by returning as his nightmares. He has decided he will kill him this time that’s the only way he can live with his choices and freely, without any hurdles. He wanted to wipe our Felix from his way so he continue his life full of sins and crimes about which he cared not even a bit. He loved blood shed, killing people, doing all the big crimes.

He glared at the silver invitation like it was a personal insult. "Too many scents," Viggo grumbled. Scratching at the carpet with a clawed toe. Snick. "The Apex stinks of perfume and lies. Too many males. They will smell her. They will want." "Let them want," Barzil said. "Desire is useful. Action is what we punish." "I break fingers if they touch," Viggo promised. Looking at me. His eyes burning. "I break hands."

Now his gait was becoming more and more like the slow, unbending movements of the dead. An angry growl came out more and more often through clenched teeth, he was more angry at his own clumsiness. For your own weakness. Especially when I saw a mocking triumph in the eyes of the dead that light up with a meaningful look. Their number did not seem to decrease, more and more walking corpses rose from the thicket of the forest. Vic bitterly began to realize that he had driven himself into a trap. With such mobility, the moment will come when they will overwhelm him with superior numbers, crush him with numbers, and then tear him apart.

“YOU are being unreasonable.” “STOP BOSSING ME AROUND!” She yelled. “I’M NOT BOSSING YOU AROUND. I DO NOT WANT YOU TO SUFFER ALONE, PENELOPE! NO! I’M NOT ALLOWING IT.” He hit the steering wheel. He was breathing rapidly.

"Alright, we're back here..." She raised her arm and said, "Here, there is a copy of you! I know, this is your purpose! You are the most vicious person I have ever seen... for achieving your goal! Victor, that idiot, is indeed not as good as you! Compared with you, he is not smart enough. More importantly, he is not cruel enough!" Victor's ruthlessness was all on the surface. As for him, he looked like a spring breeze blowing on his face, but in fact... he was like an inch of frost!