Villain Death Novels & Stories

"The evidence is plain. Matthew provided the poison; Lily administered it. A coordinated strike against the High Laws." "No!" Lily screamed, realizing the trap had closed around her. "I hate him! I wanted him dead too!" But the Council wasn't listening. To them, she was the hand that held the vial, and Matthew was the mind that filled it. In their eyes, they were a unified front of treason. The guards, who had only been feigning sleep, swarmed. Matthew fought like a cornered animal, but against Gabriel and a dozen Council enforcers, he stood no chance. He was brought to his knees, stripped of his title and his dignity.

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.

{System Booting… 3% 45% 79% 100% Welcome to The 'Villainess Justice System'} A robotic voice thundered loudly across the area, announcing its presence. "Nnngh...Shut it….Shut it now!" The once stark figure from which the dark energy was absorbed from, seemed to have life as it yelled in a domineering tone with its gaze on the white floor. "Noisy." It muttered. Resulting from dark matter being taken away from it, the figure now appeared to be a woman. She possessed long dark, flowing hair with the top part tied into a bun with a blue feathered ribbon. Holding a sword dripping with fresh blood, her whole body was also drenched in another person's blood, possibly a victim as her body harboured

“Andrea knew what awaited him. A slow death, hours of brutal torture until he’d given up all his secrets. By provoking you, he died a quick death.” I regarded the bloody mess on the floor. “I doubt it was the painless end he’d hoped for.” “Not painless, no,” Felix said, following my gaze. “But fairly quick. Better than he deserved, if you ask me.” I leaned back against the wall, not sure where to go from here. My wife had betrayed me, admitted that she’d rather see me dead, and threatened to kill our baby, if it was even ours. My chest constricted until every breath was a struggle.

But I knew better. The moment I saw that burnt corpse, I knew it wasn’t him. Victor wasn’t the kind of man who died so easily. And if he thought he could disappear and plot his next move, he was wrong. I wasn’t going to tell anyone. Not Adrian. Not Isla. Not Rico who has taken over his company. This was my revenge. And when the time came, I was going to make sure Victor’s real death was slow. The trail had been cold at first.

There was nothing more I could do for him. I gently closed Danny’s eyes. “Rest in peace, Danny,” I whispered. “Sir, the doctor—” Yuri’s voice trailed off as he rushed in. Shock spread over his face. He exhaled slowly and bowed his head. “He’s dead,” I said. “And Mr. Marx and his family?” “They were killed by Vlad, Victoria’s father. He’s behind everything, Yuri.” Yuri’s eyes widened. “We have to inform the other Nightshade members, sir. And Mr. Alistair, too! This betrayal can’t be forgiven.”

"You're as boring as watching paint dry." Jasper ignored him and kept driving on, while Rich continued to drone on for about twenty minutes until he finally realized what was happening. "Where are you taking me? Please, you're making me feel really worried here. You're not going to auction me off as a slave, are you? I'm too handsome for that…" Jasper chuckled and shot him a cool stare. "Do you know why villains always die the same way?" "Why?" "They talk too much," Rich was taken aback, but soon shrugged. "Come on, bro. That really stings…"

“I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you, Ellie.” “I know.” I looked at him and felt my chest loosen a little at the concern in my friend’s eyes. Putting my hand over his, I said quietly, “I looked into my past death. I think the wolfsbane toxin really was applied after the injury.” “Who do you think did it?” he asked. I shrugged. “Could have been anyone.” “Two names come to mind,” he muttered. I looked at my lap. Vivian and Dominic. That much was obvious. Considering the way that Vivian had come to me right before my death, it seemed likely that one or both of them had conspired to put me down so Vivian could be installed as Luna.

He refused to speak unless it was about her. Thanks to my vengeful wolf, I also hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep. He plagued my mind with dreams of her. In them, we were together and dying in some shape or form. The latest one I was Alpha Darian, he was holding her as she died, shattered. After he put her to rest, he had searched for answers about why she would kill two of the closest people to her. Coming up with nothing as the man that had murdered her had taken off and was in hiding. No one could find him. Deciding he couldn’t live without her; he gave up and refused to fulfil his duties and the Elders ended up executing him. What baffled me was how grateful he was to be killed. He fully

"Threw himself directly into the darkness's path to protect Gina during the emergency sealing rite." "That's a strange final act for a man who spent years working to overthrow this crown," Lord Varric observed, careful and thoughtful rather than dismissive. "It is," I agreed. "I don't fully understand it myself. Whatever drove him these past years, something shifted at the very end." The council's reaction remained mixed — relief at the confirmed threat's resolution tangled visibly with unease about how to properly account for a man who had died a strange, half-hero, half-villain figure rather than facing the formal justice his crimes had clearly warranted.