Villain Death Novels & Stories

"We let them finish. We let the energy peak. And when the seal opens, we are the ones standing in front of it." Austin's grip on my hand tightened until I felt the bones in my fingers grind together. His jaw worked silently, the muscle jumping beneath the skin, and I knew he was calculating the odds of survival against an entity that had maintained the boundary between story and reality before the Council decided to break it. "That is suicide," he said. "That is my fate," I replied. "The villainess dies protecting the university that rejected her. The heroine weeps at her grave and inherits her power. I read this ending a hundred times before I lived it."

To understand exactly how much the world had changed since my death. I started with public news articles and pack forums. The Voss family name appeared frequently , mostly in scandal sections. “Voss Pack Disgraced After Omega Heir’s Murder.” “Blackthorn-Silverfang Alliance Strengthens After Tragic Loss.” My “death” had been painted as a tragic accident or rogue attack. No mention of Kael’s direct involvement. My family had covered it up perfectly, profiting from the new alliances while I rotted in an unmarked grave.

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.

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

Damien directly crushed Zayn's leg, he preferred slow death snapping the veins on their necks, disemboweled some organs, letting them die slowly and painful. Zayn groaned in pain his back full of sweat, he didn't want fight anymore. "Resisting is futile.. death is inevitable..." Damien wrapped his fingers around Zayn's neck elegantly, earning a scoff from him. "You'll get your retribution! You'll die an horrible death..." Damien chuckled, he wasn't dumb he could differentiate good from bad. The people he killed they didn't have one ounce of good in them, only black heart and vile mouths.

He slammed Victor against the wall, twisting his arm behind his back. “Call your men off,” Damian demanded, his breath ragged. Victor’s smile was chilling. “You think this ends with me? You have no idea who you’re up against.” Damian’s gut twisted. There was someone else. Victor was just a pawn now. Before Damian could press him, Victor’s eyes rolled back. His body went limp. Poison. “Damn it!” Damian cursed, lowering Victor’s body to the ground. He was dead. Mia’s voice crackled in his ear. “Damian, you need to get up here. Now.”

Then felt my eyes sting as I let out a soft laugh. I looked into his deep, steady eyes and saw myself reflected there, clear and unwavering. “Edwin, I love you too.” In my mind, the final golden comment drifted slowly across: [Congratulations on rewriting your ending. The villainess has risen. The devoted lover wins his girl. Wishing Yuna and Edwin a lifetime of happiness together.]

They haven’t heard the truth about Delta Vicky’s betrayal, and now she’s dead—burnt by a fire, they have no idea where it originated. Shortly after, Gertrude and Velmont entered the room. Both of them heavily panting—they ran as fast as they could when they heard what had happened. “Bloody hell,” Velmont uttered as he covered his nose. The scent of burned flesh makes him want to vomit. Delta Vicky's wide-open mouth told him how painful her death was. "She might be a traitor but this death... this is just too much," Velmont mumbled to himself as he knelt and checked if there was anything salvageable in her body that they could use to decipher who's the other traitor.

The place he is staying over until the time the princess choices a partner for a lifetime. Knowing the fact it isn't going to be him comparing the likeable points but on the other side, the only thing awaiting him is death. Covering his mouth with his cheeks, still feeling warm and fuzzy from the previous encounter he had with the Villain itself. "Why did I kiss the Villain of the game the one and only with whose hand I'm going to die ugghhh!!!" groaning bits over the bottom of his lips, almost making them bleed. "I didn't even had a choice or more like I did which only seems to be more stupid than the other one" rolled his eyes in response.

“Ohhh… you’re going to kill me? Kill me in bed baby come here uh” I took the vase to the table in case he didn’t listen to me. When I noticed that I am already close to the door, I immediately run to it but to my disappointment, it was locked. “What the---” *SMASH* I hit his head with the vase after he tried attacking me. He maliciously wraps me in his arms and pull me back to the center. He was not even affected when I broke the vase on his head. He’s couldn’t feel the pain.