Wicked Villains Novels & Stories

“There's a reason why we have an office labeled Couple's Therapy. Agents disappear for months; it's a lot to handle for spouses and their families, but we have to do whatever it takes to bring the bad guys to justice. You think we didn't consider sending an agent to Dante?” “And here I thought I was special,” I said dryly. "It's the Spinellis; they hide in the shadows so they can easily know who's a traitor. At least, Giovanni and Vincenzo did,” Madison said. “But Dante's the wildest, unstable, and unpredictable.” I scoffed. “You don't have to tell me twice.” “That's why we carefully deliberated,” Madison said. “He'd been stalking you for weeks before we contacted you.”

What can I really offer him? What had I got myself into? What is Father going to say…to do? I can’t believe what is going on…that there’s a secret world of werewolves. That I’m supposed to be one as well? Yes Vicky had a bitch side, I’ve experienced that first hand but to be capable of murdering Evelyn’s parents in such a calculated attack…really? And then framing it on Reuben and to kidnap an innocent child? In a game of power…I don’t know. It all seemed rather far fetched.

"To him, I’m everything he thinks he was owed." Sarai tilted her head, her curiosity pushing her to ask the question lingering in her mind. "How did he get his powers? I’ve heard what he’s capable of—it’s not natural." Hugo’s expression grew darker, his brows knitting together. "Malrik didn’t get his powers on his own," he said. "There are witches who deal in dark magic—ancient, forbidden spells that corrupt anyone who wields them. Malrik sought them out when he turned rogue, trading whatever was left of his soul for the power to destroy everything he envied." He paused, his voice heavy with disgust. "He’s not just dangerous because of his strength. It’s his cunning, his willingness to do an

"You could have been happy, could've recreated this world with me" "Every villain hates the world as it is, because it calls you all out for what you are. You're a murder, a psychopath and an abusive f**ked up man that doesn't deserve to live. And I won't regret doing what I've done, besides not stabbing you in the heart instead" "You're warped" He hisses at my ear. "F**ked up, as I am. But you don't even know what you are and in the end proved more trouble than if I had sticked to f**king Celene. "

"Dr. Jhero wants us all to become part of his world domination thing, and although we don't want to become part of it, we don't have a choice but to agree, or else our families— their families will be either become zombies or be dead." Of course, all of the villains in stories use feelings and emotions as their greatest weapon against the protagonist, and when that happens, protagonists don't have a choice but to be controlled by the hands of the villain. The same goes in real life, when the bad person uses your feelings as a weapon against you, you don't have a choice but to bend down and give in.

Chiri’s confidence in her powers shook by this incident, she could no longer profess to be the fearsome witch others considered her. Made too docile by her partner and the expectations from her former pupils, Chiri felt as though she had become lenient in her methods so as not to disappoint them. However, Chiri knew that this image she projected onto them was not sustainable. Faced with an increasingly persistent group of rogue wizards and the prospect of warding off the political rivals that circled like vultures around Cazer’s unsteady position as Night Gate Director. Chiri released a sigh of resignation as she acknowledged the fact that she would have to accept her fate as the villain in

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

When he was about to go to his father, he suddenly remembered the book that had suddenly appeared on top of his body, along with the necklace that hung beautifully around his burly neck. ⚛⚛⚛ "What is this!" exclaimed Aza when she started reading on the first page. "Hidden worlds are places where things that are not real come true, such as vampires, werewolves, mermaids, forest fairies, dragons, phoenixes and many more. But among all that, the highest hierarchy is magicians." "Because only magicians are able to control the life source crystal cube in the hidden world, it is said that only the eight cube magicians can trace the crystal cube's location,"

"I know who the Vukari's are. They are worse than the Vukaris even though they are one. What does that mean?" "The Vukari's are purebred werewolves, and they don't necessarily cause harm to others except if threatened," Aisha continued as if I hadn't interrupted her. I rolled my eyes internally. Liar. I guessed that was the definition they had given her here about the Vukari's. Yet, they had killed everything and everyone in their path. They had caused so much pain, and she was making it seem as if they weren't dangerous. "The wicked ones are just like a pro-Vukari with excessive powers, well, not a natural one. They get their powers enhanced by witches." Aisha said.

Poor Emerald Cooper: her half-sister hated her so much she wanted her dead before her twenty-fourth birthday. Will thought he should practice being honest more often. Next time. “I guess psychopaths aren’t all the same after all,” she said, eyeing him. If it would satisfy her to call him a psychopath, a serial killer, or a monster, so be it. Will wouldn’t give a shit. Those words meant nothing to him anyway. “No, we aren’t.” “So, you agree that you are a psychopath.”