Villains Death Novels & Stories

Dean had paid for it with his life, and he, Marcus, was lucky to escape with his life. The blacksmith stared out of the window of the moving bus before proceeding to spit outside. He was on his way to his parents where he would stay out of the reach of the demonic boy and the accursed house till things calmed down a little. After all, he had heard how Jason’s little witch brother was killed. The boy would be out for vengeance. That was one thing he could not deal with. He still remembered the day his wife traveled and he was in Jill’s apartment. Nobody was supposed to be home, not one. But the fool had come to Jill’s apartment, pushed open the damn without knocking, saw them naked and at eac

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.

she spat. “Now that I am at your mercy, you can as well kill me. I have prepared my mind for this outcome the moment I decided to assassinate you. At least, I can join my lady in the underworld.” Violet muttered, her eyes had swollen as a result of her cries. She bit her lower lips dejectedly, staring weakly at Killian. “Jared is dead.” Killian finally revealed after some seconds of silence. “What?” Violet asked in shock, her eyes bulging wide.

Erika said, rushing into the room without knocking like she knew that prince Zane was no longer here. "What happened? Why are you so excited?" "Sir Nuriel, that villainous man is gone. I heard that he was assassinated last night. The ones who planned his death were the same people who defended him. His family and his close friends. After evidence have been found at sir Nuriel house, the king plans to execute them all without a trial." "So at the end he died." I wasn't surprised. I know this was his doing, he got the blood he wanted.

tell me what I don't know juliana:- you are his brother I think you deserve to know truth. that day velliam was killed not because he was devil believer but because he was the devil. my father is Destin to killed by him. according to the legend the one who kill Goddess of death is velliam. that why church and my father is against him. that all I know. I think your brother is dead now novistle:- for one second I thought you are the lover of black king but you believe he was dead and now I think I was worng.

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.

There were murmurs buzzing. “Today, I stabbed my own beta, Aiden to death for being responsible for these crimes.” ******** Chanda’s jaw dropped as the crowd erupted in gasps and screams at Velkan’s revelation. Aiden was dead. Velkan had killed Aiden. She flung her head back over her shoulders to prevent tears from falling down her face, because she wasn’t certain on whether they were happy tears or sad ones. One of her killers was gone. Ironically, he had died at the hands of her other killer.

I say as I wait for Vilkas to make his decision on this. The area is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Vilkas steps forward and looks out over the accused and I stand patiently at the side, waiting for him to speak. “I, King Vilkas of the Dragon Realm, hereby sentence you all to death for the crimes of conspiracy to commit high treason and to interfere with a fated mate bond. My mate and queen. Queen Serana Bastien of the Phoenix Kingdom will execute you,” he states firmly as the crowd goes berserk, some begging for mercy, others begging to watch the traitors die. The men and women who are chained some look at me with disgust and defiance, some as shaking and praying for their immortal sou

"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."

Yarsi quickly noted that Vik was not among the dead and felt an involuntary relief. He stepped a little closer, peered at their wounds. Four bloody stripes crossed the chest of each - long and deep, torn to skin, bones and internal organs. The one who killed them dealt only one blow, one single blow with great inhuman strength. The sorcerers walked around the corpses in a circle, looked at each other, knelt down next to them, whispered something quietly. "We're all going to die," a woman shrieked in the crowd. “Katrice is doomed…