Wicked Villains Novels & Stories

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

The confession stung a little but I consoled myself and said it's because of his anger that he said such. "People like you have a special place in hell, I tell you" he said looking at me angrily. "People like me" I scoffed. "People like me own empires in hell" I uttered in confidence. " You are wicked , pure evil" he shouted in frustration. "Thank you" I responded sarcastically.

“You are mine now… Aiden Lazarus” “I am… and will forever be… yours. My Lea…” -Sold To The Wicked Him

What a prophecy filled with goodness. However, immortals believe that in addition to these virtues, there are bad characters such as an angry, argumentative, ambitious and heartless person. Then, here's where things will get bad. These bad traits will increase in level of vices when combined with the red moon and holy blood. All melted into one. That's why INDICENT originally wanted to kill Barbara as soon as she was saved from the clutches of the devil. However, Mr. Adinata's cunning led Rokan Allegro to believe that Bara would not be a threat if she remained under their care.

"So, do you have any questions regarding this not-so-good bedtime story?" Gavin chuckled at her question before nodding in response. "About that secret organization, what exactly was it for?" "For protecting the Wilburn family. And for eliminating their enemies they could not get rid of them legally. So, yeah. I admit that I killed countless men because I was blinded by love and money."

Alpha Evan explained, asking what he wanted to at the end while Miss Lillian listened attentively, clearly willing to help as much as she could. Her brows furrowed as she thought about it. "I do know of a war like that. It was between three werewolf packs, and a witch coven out in the woods. From what I know, they were a bunch of powerful witches, so three packs had joined forces to take them down. They had been performing some sort of magic that had apparently been dangerous according to the surrounding werewolf packs and they had deemed it necessary to bring those witches down," Miss Lillian explained, her frown deepening as she spoke.

It just wasn’t who I was. Was Thaddeus truly going to use Scarlett’s past to manipulate me? I’d read too many stories on these forced, loveless unions. I didn’t want to become a main character in that kind of plotline, especially in a werewolf world where violence and abuse were common norms. I’d tried to open up to Alistair and to bridge the gap between us, but he wasn’t interested in listening to anything I had to say. He didn’t even believe me when I’d told him that Liam would try to kill me.

And I wouldn’t risk it. To what extend could we fix broken things? Sometimes, it was better to give up on them and move on. I allowed her to go because she wasn’t part of the world I invaded of my own free will. She was like a lamb in the middle of a horde of wolves. I didn’t why we used wolves as description for villains; I did it unconsciously. Wolves were the noblest animals with furs; they knew the meaning of family and tribe. You would never find a wolf outside of its group. They did everything together. The world I belonged in had unique villains that made their goals reason with the truth, they had all reasons you could agree with them if you didn’t know better.

Wicknace had spent decades bullying and extorting his fellow shifters. I shuddered as I thought of the women buried out in the woods, the victims of their animal nature and loss of human compassion. This was for them. Rocco had taken the trophy he deserved more than anyone. I remembered the poor scared woman from the square, I had no idea it was his mother. No wonder he created this whole crazy scheme with the mafia in the first place. Spitting out Wicknaces throat he immediately came running to me and nuzzled against my neck, checking I was okay.

"I feel like I don't know anything. All this history and even the villains know more than me." Ariadne flops on the bed, the smell of oranges wafting up to her nose. "That's a very simple view." "What?" Victor sighs, laying down beside her, staring up at the ceiling. "There are no heroes and villains. Are you gonna lay that speech on me?" Ariadne shakes her head. "We're also the villains. There are no heroes in our story. We're thugs, all of us. We made our wealth on other people's suffering. That's how we lived."