Villains Death Novels & Stories

"No more jokes. No more escapes. No more defiance. You're going to die now, and I'm going to make sure your son hears every second of your suffering." "Dramatic," I managed to gasp out. "But points for commitment to the villain monologue." He backhanded me hard enough that I tasted blood. Through the ringing in my ears, I heard Samuel shouting something, saw him trying to move despite his body's refusal to cooperate. This was it, then. This was how we died. Not in glorious battle like we'd always imagined. Not peacefully in our sleep after long, fulfilling lives. But in a hallway, beaten by enemies seeking revenge for our own past cruelties, while our son mounted a rescue operation that woul

Everything fits perfectly, he did not even feel my death and you are a witness that immediately after I died they had parties. "Max, I'll tell you what, in my opinion Davis I don't think he's your murderer, it may be that he envied you everything you had achieved, but we can't draw conclusions like that, just because a boy we don't know has called him a Murderer, the same thing had happened to me with Dalton, I even believed that the case was already solved and it was the opposite, Davis has seemed a suspect to me all the time, I do not deny it, but we must have a more solid proof than just words."

Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of. Maybe she was the person who had been standing between Amara and the truth all along. Protecting her. Even when Amara didn't understand why. Outside, footsteps disappeared into the rain. And somewhere far away, a phone screen lit up. A message appeared. SHE KNOWS HE'S ALIVE. A second message followed. MOVE TO THE NEXT PLAN. And beneath it was a photograph. Daniel Quinn. Alive. Older. Standing beside a window. Waiting. END OF ARC ONE

“Cut the theatrics, Victor.” He laughed. “You made it further than I thought. I admit, I underestimated the fire in you. But it’s not too late to change the ending.” “I’m here to make sure this is the ending.” He stepped closer, hands still open, still unarmed. “You’re not going to shoot me. Because you want answers. Because somewhere, deep down, you know that I’m not the real villain.” She didn’t flinch. “You tried to kill Killian.” “And he tried to destroy me first,” Victor snapped, his mask slipping. “I built the Graves empire from the shadows. I made him. And the moment he felt strong enough, he turned on me. He took everything.”

"That is correct, and it wouldn't have been possible without the help of your ex husband and his beautiful wife, she was the one who planted the bomb, you managed to escape death twice,but you won't escape it the third time" I suddenly start laughing "I always found it extremely cliche when villains in books confess to everything when they are about to kill the main character and then there's this dramatic thing that happens and they don't die and it turns out that it was planned all along and they get the bad guy". I continue laughing He suddenly ask with a confused tone in his voice "What is happening?". "You got that Alvin?". I ask talking to the microphone planted on my staff "What is ha

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.

He doubles over, and I take the opportunity to land an elbow to the back of his neck making him drop to the floor. “Are you ready to die like your friend?” I ask. “Fuck you bitch. You can’t win against our army. Scàthach will triumph and you will all die.” “Ew, can we not do the villain monologue? It’s so annoying and cliché.” I say before I extend my claws and rip his heart out through his back. That was seriously badass and gross, all at the same time. Hey, he’s dead, his friend is dead, and Wyatt is dead. That’s all that matters.

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

“Haha, you didn’t change the flow of the story. No matter how many times you kill, you’ll only be a villain. Now that you killed the female lead, the chain of the story broke, and you have to pay the price. You have to live forever.” Her mental state was not stable, and she had killed herself a few times. A few years had passed, and Duke Raziel Valen Donovan initiated a coup d’etat. He gathered an army in order to kill all the nobles and end the hierarchy system. When he saw the villainess, he fell to his knees. “Kill me,” Lady Vienna was prepared to die for committing such a grave sin. Tears were in Duke Raziel’s eyes. “If only you loved me, then I’m willing to be the villain.”

The video left everyone in shock, in a span of minutes, a riot broke out, the citizens were angered that the amount of comments on the internet was so fierce. The video left everyone in shock, no one knew how to react to such shocking truth, first they couldn't believe that William Hart, the man that always portrayed a good image was so dirty, they couldn't believe that their best actor, Bryce was killed by his own father!! who could believe such shocking truth? He killed his own wife, if he could kill his own wife and son, then what about a mere commoner, all the citizens shivered in fear.