Villain Quirks Novels & Stories

Now she wanted that guy even if he wasn't a unique thing but he had done many mistakes and so now she wanted to see his happy life crumbling down. The other guy wasn't bad too or that was what he thought but he wanted that particular male to cry and feel the pain that he had felt in his childhood. He couldn't forget the promise that he did and he would do anything to get that done. The most dangerous villain was the one who knew his opponent's weaknesses and was always focused on getting to his opponent's weaknesses. Sadly, they both knew the weakness of their enemy. They weren't two small enemies but rather choose to be one big evildoer.

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

All in all, it has been over five years, but we call each other and we have been living like that. Even though I try to keep myself low-key and erase the traces of the bastard in my life, no myth can change my mind about the fact that Theodore Andrews is the villain bound to threaten my existence. I wouldn't mind smashing his head on a rocky surface any day I mysteriously meet him. I will be glad to watch his downfall, but I will keep all that in my dream until karma decides to resurrect.

As much as I would like to cover you in vomit, I won’t give you the satisfaction of seeing any reaction from me. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you and your pack are no rival to ours,” the blue-violet eyed psychiatrist sneered at him. “They will easily use you as a rug to clean their leather Italian shoes. We have more of an Alpha than you will ever be. Not even a hundred versions of you can match V.” Her tone was calm, despite her smirk. Still in her disadvantaged state, she knew how to press this hated villain’s buttons and get a couple of laughs from his reactions, and whatever important information that she could acquire.

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

Wait--what do you mean? “Just be careful when approaching the Duke. Although I’m not giving you my full consent but I believe in you.” I stood up and ran towards him in an embrace “Thanks, gramps! I won’t let you down!” “By the way, your suggestion during the meeting was commendable. I’m impressed, it was such a clever idea.” I released from his embrace and cracked a smile “Well if you’ve been through tough times a lot, you’ll become a schemer in no time.” He patted my head and chuckled “Keep it up and you’ll become the villainess the world will love.” “No villainess is loved, gramps. We’re always the bad guys hated by mankind but who cares?” I shrugged my shoulders and gracefully flipped my

I smirk, pulling up the sleeve of my shirt. ___________________________ The Villain It's Zain we meet at the bottom of our driveway the next morning, a smile stretching across his face like Cheshire. Freya stops beside me on the edge of the curb and cocks her head to the side. "Why is your face doing that?" He blinked, "Doing what?" Her finger did a circular motion towards his face. "That creepy thing with your mouth. It's freaking me out. You look like you came here to touch kids."

There were many things about King Akyran and Queen Ecaeris Monster Hunting academy that I hated – the food, the draughty rooms, the haughty dark elves, the mockery of the knights being amongst them – but the gauntlet easily topped that list. “You can do it, Daethie,” Valerian called out whilst exchanging a coin purse with Caraway. “She’s not going to do it,” he added to his twin. “Not even halfway.” “It’s beginning to rain,” Caraway tipped his golden head back and caught a raindrop on his tongue. His violet eyes had concave pupils like our father, something which Tarragon, Rue and Valerian hadn’t inherited in their human forms. “Makes things slippery. Two obstacles.”

” If you can’t kill his henchmen, then your goal is useless. “But...but...” Willow felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Azeasthrath. “I’m here for you, Will.” She smiled weakly. Quinn’s eyes glowed bright green as he smirked. “Well, you’re gonna let me overtake you today? Willow straightened up. “Not a chance”, he said and brought out his guns, The Vindicators. Weapons that used tachyon beams, and for maximum damage, they were infused with his blood, which negated any regenerative abilities. They also corroded the body of dead enemies and turned them to pure essence, which he absorbed go get stronger.