Villains Death Novels & Stories

Inside, instead of contracts, there was a phone. A message blinked on the screen: “You can’t protect her from what she’s about to learn.” — V. VANESSA’S POV They always thought I was the villain. Maybe I am. But villains don’t burn without reason. The fire at Enzo’s mansion was never meant to kill him. It was meant to expose him. He was the reason my mother died. The reason I grew up in shadows, whispering prayers that no one answered. He called it justice. I called it blood.

I moved closer to him and unlocked the metal locking his mouth then returned back to my seat letting the silence settle. “Who sent you?” My smile disappeared. He remained silent. “Wrong answer.” I slammed the crowbar into his hand, making a hole in it. “Argh,” he screamed out, then blood began to trail down his battered hands. “You ready to talk?”Still quiet. No problem. I like them difficult. I moved beside the wall where he was tied and flicked the switch. Then the real show began. He began screaming as electricity traveled down his body. Increasing the voltage to its highest level, his screams increased, and his skin began to change colors.

Just see look at how powerful they are. "And the last one is the Yrelians. The Yrelia can treat anything or have healing powers. The three of us belong to Yrelia. It's not because we're counted last meaning we're weak, 'cause without us, we can't treat vampires with serious or big wounds. They need us for support. They are almost as smart as us so you should not underestimate people like us because you might just be embarrassed . And above all, don't stick too close to us, sometimes, we can make poison to kill our enemies," he explained at length.

My mate was strong, both physically and mentally. Perhaps just being there for him was the best thing I could do… I stared at the treetops, absorbing the serenity that followed the chaos. So much had happened in the past few hours, but at least we wouldn’t have to worry about what Eric might do next. He was gone, and despite the relief, I was concerned about my mate. It was hard to be satisfied with this death. “We still have two more villains to worry about,” Eleanor remarked. “Nathan and the Vampire king.”

Alexander stood by the fireplace, his rifle gone, his hands in his pockets, his gaze soft as it moved over us; his family, forged in blood and fire. Victor was gone. Truly gone. The black-site had become his tomb, the FBI’s cleanup crew finding his body in the cell; poisoned, a cyanide capsule hidden in a molar, his final act of control. The drive was ash, its secrets purged by Marco’s virus. Harlan’s mole network was dismantled, the bounty erased, the deepfakes overwritten with truth: LANG SUICIDE. VASQUEZ HEROES VINDICATED. The world had turned, hashtags trending with our names in light, not shadow.

And now he wished he hadn't. Three pages. Thirty seven names. All of them dead. All of them connected to Victor Voss. He read the first page. Business rivals. Political enemies. Journalists who had gotten too close. The second page. Whistleblowers. Defectors. Former allies who had turned against him. The third page. Women. So many women. And at the bottom, two names he knew. Elena Vasquez. Cause of death: suicide. Sarah Reyes. Cause of death: fire.

“Oh right, poof! All gone like a little surprise gas attack made them reconsider their loyalties. Apparently, they don’t back dead men… or lunatics.” “Kill him!” Vincent roared, spitting blood. “Kill him now!” He called for his men, his loyal wolves, the ones he handpicked, trained, promised the world. And for a heartbeat, silence reigned until we heard footsteps. Three of them emerged from the shadows. Built, scarred, deadly. My old rivals. “Do it,” Vincent ordered an they moved. Fast but not toward me though. They went towards him and In one fluid motion, they slammed his legs out from under him, forcing him down on both knees before me.

I’m almost certain it’s Vorlag’s servant, Hollis. “Confessions of a thief!” Vorlag sneers. “You cannot pin the crimes of a servant on a dead Elder, Alpha. It is terribly convenient, isn’t it? Rask dies, and suddenly he’s the villain of your story.” “Convenient?” I laugh. It’s a harsh, jagged sound. “You think it’s convenient for me that my witness was silenced? You think I wanted him dead?” I step onto the dais. I walk until I am standing directly in front of Vorlag.

Dead. I turned my head left to stare at my father lying in his blood. Our Alpha, the Alpha of Ironclaw Pack, had died. Maybe my father was right. Maybe you really lost all the people dear to you, eventually, and you're left to live your life alone in this dark cruel world where everyone becomes a villain. "What now, Damien? You can't run. You're the new Alpha. There are people waiting outside for you." "I guess we'd have to take it then. What choice do we have?" I acknowledged.

I yelled, but my frustration only seemed to amuse her. “Jess needs me.” Was all I could think off at the moment. I made eye contact with John, who was now an inch away from Jim. He followed my gaze and saw the gas, quickly understanding. “Do you know something that always happens to villains, Fiona?” I smirked, and she gave me a confused stare, tilting her neck to the side. “What are you talking about, Jordan?” she asked as Jim stared at me as well. I chuckled darkly. “Villains always die lonely and sad in the end,” I said as John pulled a trigger aiming for the gas, and we both jumped off the yacht in seconds. But before Fiona and Jim could realize where the bullet actually went, it was too