✨T I M E S T A M P S✨ 00:00 Vendetta - UNSECRET, Krigare 04:14 Used to the Darkness - Des Rocs 09:35 Devilish - The Phantoms 13:06 Coming For You - UNSECRET, Nicole Serrano 17:10 Man or a Monster - Sam Tinnesz, Zayde Wølf 21:11 No Good - UNSECRET, Ruelle 25:34 Watch Them Fall - UNSECRET, Sam Tinnesz, Tedashii 29:10 Maybe, I - Des Rocs 33:02 - The Devil is a Gentleman - Merci Raines 37:34 Jungle Out There - UNSECRET, Sam Tinnesz 40:56 Welcome to Your Nightmare - UNSECRET, MAYLYN 45:29 No Mercy - Zayde Wølf
"Why do they call me a villain?" "Because you're not a hero. You're evil. You hurt people. Look at you, you're planing on ending a person who has done nothing wrong." "What do these heroes do?" "They save people. They help others." "I see. So when I was hurting, down on my knees, begging for my life whilst being a kid, where was this hero you're talking about? I've never encountered them once in my life. You said they save people... I'm not people?" "That's not-" "The thing is, no one looks out for us, darling. For people like me. And I, will do anything to protect myself. Even if it means to kill your so called 'hero'. Because in the end, I'm all I have." Heroes, they protect the ones that need help. Villains, they're the ones who never got any. // Lol this is just something I wrote. Hope you liked it. :)
"I'm the villain?" "Yes." "Explain." "You murdered thousands, their blood is in your hands." "And whose blood is in yours, Hero? Whose brave souls you killed in the name of your king?" "Brave? They were monsters!" "They can think. They can breathe. They had families but I suppose only positive traits such as bravery and honor can be bestowed onto your side. My side must be cruel and apathetic. What do you think of this situation? A country that minded its own business sees its territory ransacked by a neighbouring nation. What do you think of its inhabitants? Should they defend?" "Yes, that is what we are-" "Hah! You? Defending?" "This is rightfully our realm." "I saw your maps. Those lines are imaginary, your kin drew them. You didn't acknowledge who was here first. Who was always here. And we will continue to be here."
@@Dani.batess yes thank you! We those who are helpless wait and wait for the great to show but they never save us just help. You save us from our slavery. And for that we are forever in your debt
Really that's so amazing. I'm writing a book with a powerful female villain who desires revenge. (My character is partially inspired by Azula from Avatar)
"Don't do this! Please!" he cried, shaking his chains, straining. She looked down at his sobbing figure, at the great hero, on his knees before her. All she can remember is emptiness, no joy, no glee in her actions. Just a will to do it, no matter the cast. If the world had to burn, then let it. "Please! No!" the prince's voice snapped her back to reality. "I'm tired of being looked down upon," she started, staring into his eyes. "I'm tired of trying to prove to everyone that I'm someone worthy of love. I'm tired of trying to prove that I have a heart." "The kingdom took you in," the King rumbled next to his shaking son. "You should be grateful we even gave you a chance. Your father-" "MY FATHER THIS, MY FATHER THAT!" She covered her ears, shutting out the voices. *Stop, just shut up, I don't need you!* -you killed her! You killed your lover!- "I am not my father," she spoke, once she calmed down. "I deserved better than you treated me. Come watch." She grabbed the collars of both boys and dragged them to the window of the highest tower in the castle. The king and prince watched in horror as their kingdom burned. All that they built, gone. The girl felt a small piece of her feel sorry, the other part felt sadistic. "Well, I'll leave you here. You can watch your kingdom fall." She turned to leave, but the prince, in a fit of rage screamed, "You're just going to leave us here! YOU *MONSTER!!* " She paused at the door way, her fists clenched and vision pure red. "You're right, how rude of me to just let you sit here." She raised up her clenched fist and summoned her magic. Fire jumped from her hand onto the door, the only exit from the tower. "How rude of me to just let you watch, when you can experience it *yourself* " She laughed as she walked down the steps of the tower. She laughed as she walked through the burning town, the fire felt like a little tickle on her skin. There's nothing like setting the world on fire, and watching it burn before you, a hellfire of beauty...
The world is full of hidden things. Most of these things are dull and have no meaning. But those that are bright, brighter than the others, are hidden in plain sight. He called them beautiful nightmares, he called her his beautiful nightmare. Even now as she stood with her bloodied jeweled sword, wearing a dress of sheer black fabric. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a dark happiness. His love turned around, a sly smile upon her blood stained lips. "I think I could have made it longer." His dark chuckle filled the room, the one that brought ice and honey into her heart. "Darling I don't think he would have made it through it." With a sigh his love wiped the blade on her dress, and sighed. "If only humanity wasn't so weak. I could actually have some fun." He nodded in response. If only was his only thought as she sat on his lap. A beautiful bloodied thing, his bloodied nightmare.
"How the tables turn," Her voice reverberated against the sturdy concrete walls. She chuckled, "It feels like only yesterday you threw me into that hellhouse, ruined my life." She circled the seat in which he was sat. "Please, think about this before you do something you'll regr-" She grasped his chin, forcing him to gaze into her now cold, vindictive stare. "We're much too far to stop and *think*." She cupped his face in her slim hands, "Did you ever stop and think when you killed my father?" "He was dangerous." He stammered. "Imprisoned me?" She questioned, malice blanketing her sweet voice, "You were manic-" "I WAS GRIEVING!" She dug her nails into the skin of his neck, pulling back to take a breath. "Do you know how *long* it took to get you here? All the plotting and planning?" She smirked, her attention diverted to the TV, which switched from a news station to a set of CCTV cameras inside the Hero HeadQuarters. "Years. Every night as I lay in that cold cell, I dreamt of the day I'd finally rid the world of you and your kind." She began to remove a suit from a nearby duffle bag, tugging at it. "People who save others? Who rid the world of crime?" He contested. "No," She shifted, confidently striding to where he remained seated, "People who fly around in their fancy costumes, beating up 'bad guys' for the sake of media presence and reputation. I can't even begin to guess the damage costs you Heros have racked up in just these past few years, fighting "villains.'" She paused, looking up at the screen before turning her attention back to the Hero, "Yet, has the crime rate gone down? Do I still see streets ridden with violence and neighborhoods drowning in poverty? Nothing has changed." "You don't better the world. You're good for nothing." She snapped her fingers; Two masked individuals wearing all black entered from the right. "You're just a pretty face. If that." She snickered. Turning back around to watch the CCTV cameras. "You Heros have been in charge for so long, and done so little. Your reign is over. I think its time for a change in pow-" "You can't!" He nearly yelled, panic in his voice. It was music to her ears, and she threw her head back and laughed, turning and kneeling in front of him with her hands on his face. "Oh but I *can*! And I promise you," She rose, seizing the suit off the table before making her way to the door in through which she came in only minutes before. "By the time I'm done, the world will thank me." The Hero began to struggle in his restraints, having to be held down by the two masked individuals. "YOU WON'T WIN-" The Hero cried, the veins in his forehead straining, him writhing in his seat. She paused, turning her head ever so slightly, "I already have." The villain stated.
The room was unforgivingly cold where he sat, back against the frigid brick of the cell, the freezing shackles biting into his wrists. His breath visible as he breathed through his anger. This is her fault. She did this to him. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't be here right now. There was the tell-tale clicking of heels that echoed down the corridor. He kept his head hanging low, his knees drawn up loosely, almost casually, if it weren't for the lines of tension in his shoulders or the pure anger etched into his expression. After some moments, the heels stopped just outside his cell. Slowly, almost predatorily, he raised his gaze to meet hers. "You." he said, his voice low and gravely. "You dare come here and show your face." Her expression was unreadable. She was trying desperately to keep her emotions in check, he could see that, but what those emotions were, he didn't know. He's not sure he'd ever know. "I did what I had to do." she replied, coldly, yet, with an odd shake. "What you had to do?" he repeated with a bark of harsh laughter. "What you had to do?! You used me! You locked me in here when I didn't do anything wrong! I gave you what you wanted! I had every intention of leaving you alone!" "That's and lie and you know it! You were never going to leave! Your only desire is to see me dead!" she shouted. Her voice echoed through the silence for a moment. "My only desire, huh? Nice to know you think of me as so singular that you believe my only desire is to kill you. Would it be such a shock to know that that is not my only desire? Would you be so surprised to hear that I was actually going to leave?" Slowly, he stood, the chains rattling as he eased himself to his feet. "For a moment I genuinely believed you weren't like the others. For a moment I believed you accepted people like me. I couldn't have been more wrong. You're worse than them." "How am I worse?! YOU are the one who's trying to kill ME! Not the other way around!" "You're worse because you pretended to care! You're worse because you told me that my kind were accepted! You're worse because you used me! At least all the others never pretended to like me! At least all the others never allowed me to fall in love with them only for them to rip it all away!" She was silent, watching him with an expression that he identified as guilt. She felt guilty. He only felt anger. "You don't get to feel guilt. You don't get to when all of this is your fault. You best wish I never get out of here, princess, because this time, I really am going to kill you. I'll kill everyone in this forsaken place that used me for their own selfish gains and I'll make you watch." "Please, I-" she tried. "I'll make you beg for me to kill you but I won't." he interrupted. "Not until everyone else that you hold dear is dead at your feet. Then maybe, just maybe, I'll end your life. Until that day, princess, you best stay away or I might forget that plan." She stepped closer and placed a hand against on of the bars. "You don't have to-" "LEAVE! AND DON'T YOU DARE RETURN!" he yelled, attempting to lunge forward but was stopped short by the chains encircling his reddening wrists. She schooled her expression to one of stone. "I tried. I tried to reason with you but you're not listening." she said and turned on her heel, disappearing out of sight down the stone corridor until the clicks of her shoes faded into nothing.
"Go away." She smiled at me. That innocent smile that I always wanted to protect, cherish and engulf in my arms. "Don't be so sad now. Weren't you going to do the same thing to me?" I hated her smile now. Malice was all I could see in her face now. Even her innocent smile had a twisted shade to it. "No, I was not going to. Atleast not after..." I growled. "Not after?" Her eyes gleamed with amusement. She knew the answer. She always toyed with me like that. "After I fell in love with you." I said, staring straight into her eyes. For a second, her non chalent demeanor cracked. Her eyes flashed with a sense of alarm and then quickly as it came, it went away and she was back with her mocking eyes. "You want me to believe that? That, a monster like you, can fall in love?" "Monsters can fall in love. The biggest example is," I gave her a sinister grin, "us." She opened her mouth to protest but I continued, "The way you look at me, angel, I know I am all you think about. I have infiltrated each anf every part of you and you hate it. You hate that you fell in love with a villain, with an enemy, with a monster," I let out a low laugh. "like you. You fell in love with yourself when you started loving me." She gave me a hard slap. All the teasing glint from her eyes disappeared. She gritted her teeth as she grippef my jaw, bringing her face closer to me. My eyes immediately fell to her full lips, my heart hammering loudly in my chest, my hands itching to get out of these chains and grip her hair to make meet her lips meet mine. She sensed that. She grippef my jaw harder, lifting my jaw to make me meet her eyes. "Listen to me, I can make my father kill you in less than five minutes if I call him right now. But I don't want that. Why?" Her lips twisted. "Because I am getting married tomorrow. To another man." Leaning close to my ears, she whispered, "I am no longer yours." I turned my head slightly in her direction. Her nose almost touched mine. Her eyes showed no emotion but the way her chest rose rapidly was enough to tell me that I affected her the same way she affected me. "But," I leaned closer, our lips almost touching. "I will yours forever. And you will be mine. That is how it is going to end, angel. Mark my words."
"But, brother-" she began, and the blonde haired boy stopped in his tracks, looking over his shoulder. "Brother?" He hissed. She winced at his tone, knowing she had misspoke. "I am not your brother anymore. I am NOT the weak little prince from years ago. Who needs you, Rebii? You're still just a princess, doing whatever Daddy asks of you. I'm a KING!" He replied, before turning around to face her. "Please, Torti... Come back to us. We need you in our Kingdom. Its falling apart!" Rebii cried. Torti let out a harsh laugh. His eyes glistened with tears. "You need me? Now that Im running a kingdom all on my own, you need me? You never needed me as a kid." Torti replied. He walked away. "Guards, take her back to her ship. And make sure she sets sail for good. Don't leave your posts until her ship cannot be seen over the horizon." Torti replied. He glanced back at Rebii. "I never want to see her again."
"You chain me up in the prison for what?" he smiled. "You know what you have done. All these people. It was your doing. You killed those innocent people and we will make sure you can never leave this cell again." "Innocent?" He laughed. Louder and louder. "Innocent you say but were they not the ones who attacked me first? I was the target. Too bad they miscalculated. I am not so easy to kill" he smirked. Looking down at his chains. "Do not try to confuse me or to bargain your debt. You owe all these lives. You killed them and will rott in here forever. " "Forever? I don't think so" "Oh but you see you have no choice here. You will always loose because all you are is a cocky man. Those 30 people you killed... I won't let you leave this place ever." He laughed " I guess you misunderstood something here. I am not here because you want me to be." He chuckeld, a smile creeping up his face. "I am here because I chose to" he snaps his finger and his chains break. "Guards!" the man called out frightend. "No need to strain your voices. They are already dead. All that's left is you" he smiled closing in on him.
She laughed. The sound was bitter, and hollow. "Love? Friendship? What is any of that worth now? You took that away from me." "Please." He begged. "I'm sorry about what happened-" "You're SORRY!? You're sorry? Ha!" She scoffed, her eyes cutting through his soul. "You don't get to be sorry. You lost that privilege the moment you forsook me. You and all your FRIENDS." She turned her back to him, her shoulders stiff, and her stance rigid. Her fists clenched. Her next words were far more venomous. "Watch your back. Our next meeting will be your last."
Bexx nodded. “I once knew a guy who said His God could defeat my uncle and me.” She chuckled. “How’d that end for him?” Lisa asked, grinning. Bexx smiled, then it faded as she said, “My uncle died, and I ended up here.”
"Oh, I didn't see you there *clears throat* Welcome To Erafall land of the sinners" "Wha- sinners!? But I'm the hero I helped the empire, I won the war, I killed the Demon King!" "It's all a matter of perspective Dear Hero, On one side you were known as a Paragon Of Justice who save many people and killed many demons, On the other you were known as A Bloodthirsty Monster who supported the savages who killed, enslaved and tortured people and separating families" "But they were demons! They were monsters they deserved to die!" "And that's exactly why you're here, now make yourself comfortable because eternal damnation doesn't end with death"
OMG.. Wow.. This playlist gonnabe useful for change to the right mood. You don't keep your playlists, writing tips just for you, but, you always share them with us. You are such a great author. Lysm Abbie.. ❤️ Thank you so much! ✨️❤🥰
He laghes, a demented laugh that isn't his own. "Leave me here!" He screams in my face slashing to be free of my desperate clinging, "I'm the one to blame, it was I who was stupid enough, to-" he screams again writhing and shaking with and invisible pain that only he could see and feel. "Leave me.... I don't want your pity or ......help" the stench of dark magic surrounds me, making my eyes water and wounds bleed harder. "You can't save us all, I .......must pay for my actions....... just as you will. In the end we all lose and there will be nothing.......NOTHING left but the burning ashes of our world. He screams again and shakes harder, pulling free momentarily he slashes at me. Fresh blood runs off my face and on to his and my tears fall faster as I struggle to hold him down. "Kill him. He is nothing but an animal, an animal full of hatred for every living thing creature. And like an animal he must be killed. So do it, NOW." I don't answer.. I can't move at all. all I can do is pinn the screaming crying prince to the wall with all my strength . "I knew you where weak, I thought you would take this moment of power to end it but I was wrong. If you can't do it..... than I will." Suddenly the prince falls silent.. his eyes widen and he starts to choak. I quickly let go of him and he falls to the ground struggling to find air. But it's to late he's Dead. I stand up. Anger and sadness fills my heart like a burning fire. "You'll pay for that." "Maybe some day, but today it is you must pay for your actions. "
weak, small, fragile, stupid, dramatic, pathetic...that's what they called me, what they wanted me to feel. When I was at my lowest, already thinking those thoughts...they yelled it at me, tattooing those treacherous words on my skin. Little did they know...I wasn't afraid to burn it off, little did they know I was more dangerous when I didn't feel at all...
Watched a Dodge Demon car commercial that popped up "randomly?" on my feed. Walked away with a demon character based on the vibe from the car. Now he has a playlist. Thank you Abbie. 😈 🎶🎵🎼🚘
“Why is it that the heroes get all the recognition? They all suck,” the male’s voice slithered in the dark, seeming to be everywhere at once. He frowned, holding up his sword. “You clearly don’t know that the hero makes the story,” a chuckle, almost as dark as the night sky around them. The stranger dressed in black, with a voice as dark as the dark side of the moon, started walking forwards until his torso was pressing into the tip of the hero's sword. “Clearly I do. Heroes are the ones who end up dying at the end, most times the villain getting to escape and live. Heroes make the story by making the problems. When someone the hero loves dies, for example, they tear themselves apart by what they could have done instead of moving on and focusing on their next battle,” Memories of his wife, begging him to let her go as she died in his arms in their home flooded into his head. Another chuckle from the man in front of him. “You’re remembering her,” “Damn you” he thrust his sword forward, but was not entirely surprised when he hit nothing. “Ah, but don’t you see? You just did that to yourself.” His voice took on the tone of a university professor. “All I did was point out the universal problem heroes have.” (and this is as far as I got LOL)
“Please, please, I don’t know what I did, but I- I’m so, so sorry.” My voice cracked, and I was nearly in tears at that point, hopeless as can be. I knew he wasn’t going to go back. Jace walks to the cupboard, opens it, and takes out a glass. He inspects it, as if looking for even the slightest hint of dirt or filth and slams it into the ground, the cup shattering into tiny pieces on the hard, wood floor. I jump, a small gasp escaping me. Meekly, I slowly look up at him, afraid of his gaze. His eyes held, now, the slightest hint of fury. Other than that, his grey eyes remained cool, like a windy, cloudy fall day. Unrelenting. “Now say sorry to it,” he says roughly, speaking to me as if I was a child to be berated. Right then and there, I felt as helpless as one. As guilty. It took me a second to comprehend, and I didn’t want to anger him, petrified as to what he could do. Not once, in my entire life, had I felt so bare, stripped of my defences. “S-S-S,” I stutter. “Say it.” “S-Sorry.” I was half afraid, half confused at that point, afraid that I hadn’t satisfied him, confused as to why I would have to do that. I knew that I would get my answers, sooner or later, whether the hard way or the easy way. “Did that fix it?” he asked, crossing his arms, only adding to my intimidation more. But he didn’t seem satisfied by my fear. “W-What?” I stammer. “I’m going to ask you again. Did. That. Fix. It?” I had no idea how he had kept his cool for this long, but that seemed to be exactly what made me uncomfortable. “N-N-N-No,” I manage, my entire body shaking. “Exactly.”
Wow! This is so beautiful. I know it's late and all but can I please use this for my story, although I will change the names. I promise to give all the credit to you and will even mention your comment in my story. It's just very interesting, it feels as if the guy Jace is getting revenge on her because maybe she was involved in getting his lover hurt/almost killed.
@@chishakayumba5559 pls go ahead and use the comment :) (don't worry it won't be plagiarism because it's not in the book series i'm planning to publish so ur fine) and yes actually you were spot on with her getting his lover killed. pls comment the title of ur book when ur done with it so i can go read it :)
"Stop it." She said "Why?" I asked mischievously. "You're a monster, you're hurting people!" "Don't call me a monster when you're the one who made into one." I wispered. She shivered. "No, you did it yourself!" I could hear her voice cracking trough her fear. "Darling, you have no idea of what i did and what not, so don't try to teach me of what is good and evil, when your not better." She did not dare to speak. "Those people you save, are they worth it?" I asked "Of course they are, everyone is worth to be saved." She replied "Tell me doctor, what am I then? Am I not human? Was I not worth to be saved?" She was to stunned to speak. "I- I- mean.." "You mean that this little girl is now a monster and why? Because no one saved her! You're the reason for this all! All i wanted was to escape the hell I was living in!" "But thats not a reason to hurt innocent people." The doctor said while writing something in her little notebook. "So it's okay if they hurt me and that i have to begg for my life? But when i defend myself I'm suddenly the villian, how ironic." I laughed, i really couldn't help myself. Do they think I'm stupid? I know what they did and I'm going to kill them all, one by one. They took the only thing that was left of me. My innocence. And I will take their Life.
I want a book wirten out of the heros POV but with the villain winning at the end. Then a second part but this time its in the villians POV and it tells us about the backstory of the villian and what made him who he is now.
I'm writing this off the top of my head after listening to this playlist. So let's see how I do lol: "Well look what we have here, a dark rose. Haven't seen one of those before," Demetris snickered putting on a wry smirk. He eased his way towards me, only getting closer. I was breathing raggedly, blood on my once elegant dress. Not daring to budge I stood there keeping my back straight. And with that he grabbed my head forcing me to turn my gaze at his cold, murderous face. "Now tell me why aren't you afraid," Demetris paused so close to me now that his lips were brushing my face, "Because we both know that strength is only a facade." I chuckled. "You think the monster is yourself, you assume when we walk into a room it's you their cowering. But you haven't looked past my pretty face," I licked my lips circling him. I grabbed the dagger strapped onto my leg and pointed it at him. "But the one the fear is me. Compared to my broken self you are the hero of this story because they all know the dangers of my magic," I sneered. Demetris laughed. The sound was bitter and full of insanity. "There is one thing that doesn't hold the truth in that sentence. Dangerous perhaps, but I am no hero," Demetris threatened. "We'll have to see about that," I challenged with a sly grin. I took the dagger from my hand and cut off the train of my skirt. It was an extra weight that I did not wish to lug around with me. So I was now in a black dress covered in blood. Licking my lips easing my way into my channel. With that five dead black knights in armor of blood and bones charged at me. With that, I lifted my hand and stabbed them right in the heart. Controlling the blood in their body. With that large wounds formed on Demetris. If he didn't get treated he would die from blood loss. Demetris cursed and formed a black blight around himself. With that, I walked away the sound of my heels fading into the distance.
Backstories for your villain are really interesting to write, it helps us to see their downward slope into what made them willing to commit whatever crimes they do now
*** Some background info. The villain was about to jump the kingdom's Great Wall and escape when the hero stopped her and she just basically hit him over and over again and he took it all and just kept quiet and then she just started venting all she had kept in her chest. "DO SOMETHING FOR GOD'S SAKE!!!!" *she grabbed him by his collar and scream at him* "HIT ME!! DEFEAT ME YOU DAMN HERO!!! SAVE YOUR STUPID KINGDOM FROM ME!! OR IS THIS VILLAIN NOT WORTH FIGHTING?!!!" *thud* *she released him and looked at him and said...* "You called me a witch, a monster... *pauses and looks at the hero* a villain, yet you fail to see your own reflection" *pfft* *she looks the other way* "maybe next time you go around calling people villains, you should look a little deeper into the mirror and let me know if what you see is a true hero" "I was just a kid... When YOU so called "hero" and your aloof father, the emperor entered my life. You killed the people I loved the most when all they did was help others" *she looks at the hero and smiles* "and you still have the audacity to call me a villain." "You know I never actually understood what had happened to them until I grew older. I only remember you barging in with your father's soldiers, and my mother and father telling me to hide. Then everything went quiet and a 16 year old kid's face appeared with blood all over him, and just looked at me as if I were a pest" "Which is funny because you and your father still brought me to the empire with you, and dared to assign me as your fiancé, and then made me go through harsh training not only to be the next empress but to be a knight. AT THE AGE OF 12!! *she screams in his face* Do you even understand what you did wrong?! Because I know that there are so many things that I've done wrong, yet this said hero doesn't" "You killed my parents, made me your fiancé and a knight, yet you still found another woman because I wasn't worthy of you, because I was disgusting for having scars all over my body that the war left me. Yet you call me a villain. I still fail to understand how I'm a villain. Or maybe I am a villain, you know after all I did kill you father just now. *she smiles to herself then her smile fades away* But if im a villain I hope you understand that you are far worse than that." "Because you entered a kingdom's territory and killed their king and queen, took their daughter hostage and made her a puppet. But this puppet is tired, tired of being called a monster for defending a kingdom that isn't hers, for killing the enemy like no other soldier you have ever trained, for having scars all over her body that reminds her of all the horrible things she has done and has been done to her." "Fine I am a monster, a villain, a witch. But oh hero, you have created this monster. So why should I deal with the harsh words and treatment while you receive all the praises and glory, for battles you didn't even fight in. MY PEOPLE IS DEAD! ALL OF THEM AND FOR WHAT!"*she grabbed him by the collar and screamed while tears kept on falling* *she lets him go, quickly wipes her tears and smiles bitterly* "You know between you and I, I hate me the most. Because I allowed myself to love you and as funny as it sounds forgive you to some extent" "I don't know what was I expecting" *laughs* " I've never seen a villain win in any of my books" * she throws the daggers that she killed his father with in front of him* *he looks at her confused* *she smiles and jumps the wall* *he then jumps too and screams from the top of the wall with a sorrowful look in his eyes* "I'LL LET YOU WIN IN MY STORY!" "BECAUSE I NEVER THOUGHT YOU WERE A VILLAIN, I AM!" "I KNOW I SAID YOU WERE BUT I NEVER MEANT IT!" " I'M JUST A COWARD WHO WAS TO SCARE TO CONFRONT HIS OWN FATHER AND JUST WENT ALONG WITH HIS ROLE!" * tears fell from his eyes while scream from the top of his lungs just so that she could hear him* "AND I KNOW YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY THIS BUT I AM SORRY" * she looks back and smiles bitterly* "IT'S TOO LATE TO BE SORRY YOUR MAJESTY, BECAUSE A DEAD PERSON CAN'T FORGIVE!" *she turned around and left in the horse her people had hid behind the wall so that she could escape to the northern kingdom* So this was a dream lol. Yes I've been reading too many novels 👉🏼👈🏼 and now I have novel like dreams. Yet I assure you he is not the ml lol She will meet a handsome green haired duke that has a child and will help her heal and then once they get married she comes back to this kingdom because by then these two kingdoms are at peace (the northern kingdom isn't where she is originally from) and the new king (Alexander which is this guy not the actual ml) invited the king and queen of the northern kingdom and the crown prince and the duke(ml) and his wife(Alexander doesn't know he married her) BTW Her name (fl) is Night Mare Santorini Vincento quite literally. She is 20yrs old, is 5'3, has tan skin, brown hair, one eye that's brown and one that's gray. Nicknames- little bird, little nightmare, raven, butterfly, brat, and kid(nicknames Ian gives her before they get married that just stayed) Ml's name is Ian Alexander De La Rose (ik he has the same name as 3rd ml idk why it's just is). He is white lol, is 26yrs old, has green hair(that can turn white), green eyes, and is 6'2 . Nicknames- Old man, bicolor brat, or just bicolor. (nicknames Mare gave him before they got married and just stayed lol) Ahhh and Ian has a cute 5 year old, his name is Raphaello Ray De La Rose. Nickname- Cutie, little bug, ray ray, raph. (nicknames Mare gave him) 2nd ml's name is Derrick Valrose. The crown prince. He is also white lol, has white hair and green eyes, is 24yrs old, he is 6'2, and is Ian's younger brother(Ian has a different last name because it was changed when he refused the crown and so he got a title and another last name with it). Nickname- brat (the only other way Mare calls him other than by his name :)) 3rd ml's name is Alexander Bustamante Vitale (who is the so-called hero). He is the new king of the eastern kingdom. He is white too lol, he is blond, his eye color is amber, is 5'10, and is 24yrs old. I have a whole map in my mind about the different kingdoms and their territories I got the descriptions of all my characters relatives and closest friends too lol, I've seen this dream so many times lol. Also there's magic in this world I just didn't mention it because this part of my dream also didn't mentioned the use of magic lol
Mini story: “What do you mean you don’t remember?! Do you NOT remember that you KILLED her??” “No…I’m sorry…I think you have me mistaken.” “Don’t you dare pretend like you don’t remember! You murdered her in cold blood!!” “I-I really don’t know w-what you’re talking about…” “Are you sure about that??” I shove the picture of my best friend in her face. A form of realization comes across her face, and is quickly replaced by terror. I aim my gun at her head. “Please, I didn’t know that she was important to you!” “Yeah, bitch. And clearly you didn’t seem to care that she was my BEST friend.” “I really didn’t know! I swear!” “Oh, really?? Ok, then! I believe you.” I take the safety off of the gun. She realizes what is about to happen and pulls a knife out of her boot and attempts to stab me. The knife grazes my arm. “You bitch! You think that’s gonna hurt me? You’re gonna have to do a lot more than that to make me feel pain.” “Well, you’re gonna kill me anyways, so what’s the point in staying calm?” “Don’t test me…” “Do it then. KILL ME!” I pull the trigger and it makes a satisfying bang as her body drops to the ground. I kick her corpse over the edge and watch it fall down the side of the building. Suddenly, the door to the roof of the building opens. “POLICE! DROP YOUR WEAPONS AND PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!” “Sorry officers, but that ain’t happenin!” I salute to them and take one last look at my surroundings before I back up to the edge. “See you in another life.” ~The End~ Hope you like it guys
It's night and was raining. A heroine and a villain was on a rooftop of a building after have a fight. "WHY DID YOU BECOME THE VILLAIN? AND WHY you did this to me?" Ask the hero falling in tears while was kneeling on the floor. "YOU VOWED TO PROTECT PEOPLE, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?" She Continued "Because i can, because i want and because i'm tired of help others and still being in your shadow, i save them and see nothing's change." The Villain and the heroine ex-partner says while comes to where she is kneeling, kneel and make his face come close to her face, so he place one hand on her face and continue "I'm tired to risk my life for the ones who don't deserve and if i have to become the villian in the process so be it." He conclude and get up. "When you needed me, i was always there for you, but you wasan't there for me when i needed." he turn alround giving his back to her. He slightly turn his head towards her and said "I think by now you already learn that sometimes, doing heroic thing doesn't mean it's the most plesant to do". "And do you think this is a heroic Thing to do?" She ask her ex-partner "Yes, i'm becoming their villain for you continue being their hero, after all a hero is nothing without a villain." he pause and them continue "But remenber that our diference now is that you cannot lose or fall you must be right and perfect all the times, because i need to be right one single time to make them believe me and hate you and your heroes friends." After this he get out of there living her there in the rain. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sorry if my english is bad, i'm still learning, i just wanted to share this with you. (I just have the idea reading the comments and decided to write a short story with you all) It's night time and was raining.It's night time and was raining.
I'm in my chapter where I have to meet my villain, and I need something to listen to be very serious to catch him. In French, indeed. Thank you from Belgium. Peace
The sounds of rushing water filled his ears as he lays by the falls. In the distance he could hear crinkles of leaves & sticks. From instinct he’d pull his sword to his legs weakly & laugh hysterically. “Sis oh, sis! I k-know it’s you…” he’d manage to say and then cough. “ come out. Come talk…” he’d call out to the wilderness as if it was a person. His sister would seemingly fade into the picture on the other side of the falls. She seems to be wearing armor with a bow over her back and a sword resting at her side. “Brother, just surrender peacefully. I know your capable. Your Father would’ve not wanted you to do this-“ She would call out to him over the loud rushing water. “DON’T SPEAK OF FATHER! HE DIDN’T…” he’d cough again and feel his side and it felt of warm blood. He would close his eyes and slow his breathing then continue. “He didn’t make me who I am,” he’d huffed then speak once more seemingly in pain.” YOU MADE ME THIS WAY NOT HIM. HE HAD SUPPORTED ME BUT YOU NEVER” “Brother, I want to help I truly do but look at you. Your a monster, an animal, a wolf with no sense of control. I can’t help someone like that.” She would desperately say with a voice of authority. She would flip around and start into the forest and call once more to her brother. “If your truly my brother, you should be able to get to Wolves’ Point.” //Something I made with the playlist. I am a bit rusty but I hope ya enjoyed.
Well, human beings do possess multiple layers so villains may be nice to the people they love and heroes may have flaws, but let's not forget. A hero has suffered just as much if not MORE than a villain! Everyone in this world suffers, heroes are the ones who decide that they don't want their suffering to repeat through other people and generations so they do good deeds to help every other loving being, and they're only human so they obviously can't help everyone, and villains are the ones who couldn't stand the suffering and decided to make other people suffer in their stead and to now be the perpetrator of such atrocities, now hurting the people who hurt you doesn't make you a villain, it's just something obvious, and forgiveness is also a choice that you could make, but villains decide that no one deserves to be happy just cause they weren't happy for a while, but people everywhere have problems yet they do their best to live on and be optimistic and try to change things for the better, villains are cowards who think that they're the only ones in this world who now what hurting feels like, they're ego maniacs, they only think about their own selves, which is terrible. Just because someone hurt you doesn't mean that you should hurt other innocent people, and don't forget that heroes beat up people too, the people who hurt them, they're not all there preaching about forgiveness to everyone, of course it's best for you if you do, but heroes also take revenge when needed, it's just how we humans are. An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth.
Я это уже слушаю достаточно долго , скажу пару слов по поводу этого сбора песен. Мне нравится , происходит какая-то особая аура вокруг меня , когда я это слушаю ( на больших буферах) Хорошая работа
EEEEEEEKKKK This playlist is literally perfect for my main character for a book I want to write. He's not quite a villain, more like a twisted hero doesn't really have morals. He has been my favorite to write so far. I gave him some serious trauma 🤭
So what if I’m the bad guy. If the story of my life is the story you crooked nobles tell your children to beware, then so be it. But let me make this clear. I may be the villain, but you are no hero. Your loyalty is nothing more than an excuse for the lives you’ve taken. Your bravery is just blindness to the people you hurt with every single victory. Your compassion turns to apathy, the second you don’t know someones name. The war you waged that day is won, I will admit. But now it’s my turn, and I promise you now, I’ll make you feel the pain you inflicted, and so much worse. *I hope your proud of your victory, hero. It’s the last you’ll see.*
"Everyday. I ponder and think of the feeling of your blood. Each day. I wonder what your beloved and caring one's would do. I Wait. I Plot. I Will Return. Fear is irrelevant. Death is all that matters. Question? Who will bleed faster? Let us Answer that together . . .
The cold,dark,damp room was her only comfort. The people she had once trusted the most betrayed her. The sound of water hitting metal was slowly building a wave of anger in her. Just as her anger had reached its maximum the cage they threw her in opened. How dare they come in without precaution. She slowly looked up with a evil grin sketch into the place were a smile once was. "Up! It's time to be tried." Her eyes had finally met the man she wanted more than anything and he looked at her with much disgust. Truth be told that hurt her but she no longer wanted to feel emotion for him so she hid her sadness beneath her eyes. "If you come anywhere near me it will be the last breath you'll ever take." Her voice came out menacingly. She loved the flicker of fear that flashed through his ocean blue eyes. "You would really kill the mother of your child because she was someone whose more powerful than you." This is a question she has since they locked her in this place" No. But I will kill her because she is something that is a danger to the world" "A DANGER TO THE WORLD? I WOULD DO ANYTHING AND I MEAN ANYTHING FOR YOU AND SAY A DANGER. IF YOU TOLD ME TO DIE FOR YOU I PROBABLY WOULD HAVE. MY LOVE FOR YOU WAS DEEP. I TURNED AWAY FROM MY OWN KIND FOR YOU. I GAVE UP MY POSITION FOR YOU. I TURNED MY BACK ON MY FAMILY TO LOVE YOU AND YOU DO THIS. I GAVE YOU A CHILD,I GAVE YOU MY HEART ON A GOLD PLATTER AND YOU SAY SUCH A THING. YOU AND OUR CHILD WERE MY WORLD. YOU HAVE TOOK BOTH AWAY FROM ME SO YOU MIGHT AS WELL KILL ME NOW. BECAUSE I WILL NOT SIT BACK AND LET YOU TAKE MY SON FROM ME." Her anger gone tears came down her face in streams. Sobs rack through her body with each word she spoke. She looked him dead in the eye. Instead comforting her he turned and shut the cage door and left her alone sitting in the dark. Please tell me if it's good. My life long dream is to be a author.
Murdoch had me pinned, and Yashveer was nowhere in sight. I had grown so used to him doing the fighting for me, even Murdoch attacked me I went down easily. "I got you," he said with a mad grin. He unsheathed his knife and held it to my chest. "You'll pay for what you did to my father, Shadow Holder." "Don't do this," I told him, "it'll kill you if you plunge that knife any further." He laughed. "It? You speak as if you are not one in the same." "I just hold the shadows, I do not control such things," I said, "please I've worked so hard to keep it under check, you're going to unleash a monster." I knew even as a pleaded, my words would not reach him. "Your pathetic lies will not halt me!" He raged as he drove the knife into my body. I somehow managed to hold onto my will, the shadows fought back relentlessly but I somehow I managed to hold them. Death was inevitable for me, I did not fear it. Sparing the crown prince's life seemed like a good way to go. That was until Yashveer came back. "Marceline!" He called out my name instantly. Murdoch reacted like lightning, throwing his knife at him. Nailing the hit into my protector's hand. Preventing Yashveer from drawing his own blade. Murdoch stood from my bleeding out body and drew his sword. "This will be over quickly, traitor," he said raising his blade. I still had a firm mental grip on my inner demons, I could hold on and let the Prince kill us both. But I would not let Yashveer die. I willingly let go of my grip. My body stood without my command. It ignored my pain and grabbed Murdoch's sword by the blade to stop its movement. His body tensed in realization. "Marceline..." Yashveer's voice was laced with pity, or perhaps disappointment. It was hard to tell since the Shadows did not spare him a glance. "My host did warn you, it's time to make good on her promise."
Ok but the people in the comments are legit making better stories than half the books I've read and I read a lot like u guys have TALENT also great playlist
At the end of the great hall, the figure on the throne spoke: "you took a while to arrive, we've been waiting for you for a while" the walking figure stopped and asked: "who are you referring to?" "to them"-said the seated person pointing up The one who arrived looked up and found two family figures hanging and inert, his gaze was filled with horror and sadness, falling to the floor, he asked "no, how could you? why?" "I think that after what you did it is more than fair, have"- the one who was sitting threw a dagger at the kneeling figure who picked it up and stabbed it into his chest while the villain laughed with satisfaction
Thanks again for another wonderful Playlist! 💕I just got into slowd and reverb songs. Time to dwell on my villan's hatred!💀 FEEL THE EMOTION BEHIND THE COLD FACE.......
*"You think you are some guardian of the weak and knight of the light, dear hero?"* The villian sneered, eyes puffy with tears and blood. Despite the wounds across their body, the villian refused to show any form of weakness. *"For someone that claims to be on the good side, death and destruction follows every step you take."* "You brought this upon yourself." *"Perhaps. But unlike you, I have grown used to the consequences of my OWN ACTIONS. You, on the other hand, your so-called deeds were merely a golden stars, an meek excuse so the goverment couldn't make you an criminal. As far I am aware, you are merely my own reflection glaring against the mirror."* The sound of the metal bars bending against the fist's strenght echoed through the darkness of the cell. *"The moment I get out this cell, I'll make sure to take everything and everyone you hold dear. So you better pray, hero. That'll have a swift death or pass away by a sickness. Pray that I won't escape from these chains. Nor able to step down from jail. Pray that your beloved family and cheerised friends will never suffer by your buffoonery and weakness. Make sure that all that you hold close to your heart remains untounched.* -- *Because I shall burned it all, that not even ashes will linger among the winds. I shall reap and tear. Until nothing remains. No tears for you to shed. And the moment you ask for mercy --- then, when that happens, I'll know that this vengeance is mine."*
The villan is only a perspective of someone else. The villan could be the hero in their view, while surrounded by the villans we as readers believe as heroes.
Fab playlist! What's quite amusing though, the first time I ever listened to all these tracks was on your slowed down playlist. I kept playing it over and over because I loved it so much, so got used to them being that way. When I finally checked out all the original versions, they seemed far too fast! Like they had been speeded up! I actually prefer these slower versions! 🤣
“To claim true victory over an opponent, you must break them utterly. Force them to see that you are superior to them in every way so that in their final moments, they know they never had a chance of defeating you.”
There has to be some sort of named phenomenon that leads to people creating stories for music playlists like these. And if there isn't, someone needs to make one and name it.
I love your playlists, straight away, I finally got the drive to write more villain povs in my story! Many thanks x Edit: I love the second picture, AND the song! Awesome!
This is awesome! I regretted that I didn't find out when it just uploaded 😢 I've never heard most of the songs in here so this experience has been so refreshing and amazing 😻. Thanks for the playlist ☺️
Standing amid the shadows, the lone figure watched as the hero saved them all. He watched as the people praised him, crowned him a saint then King. Disgust clawed at his throat as he averted his eyes from the hero, his gaze landing on the body at his feet. Bruised and bloodied the boy kept calling out for help. He had kept crying for the hero to save him too. Until his last breath the boy called for his hero only to be ignored. The hero was no man just a monster.
Some killers are born, some killers are made, and sometimes the origins of desire for homicide is lost in confusion of an ugly childhood and a dangerous choice. For a villain self-adheres only to their own code: manipulation, control, and fun. Like a beast with no collar or chains. A broken shard of the moon glared down on the scene, its light faint beneath the web of limbs. He dropped the lifeless weight upon chard grass, dried branches cracking from the mass before pouring the accelerate like a sense of ceremony. He has done many times before, as if to anoint the dead, before digging his gloved hand into the pocket of his coat. Then there is a scrape of a match against the friction strip, the pop as it bursts into flame, the whoosh of the fire as it comes alive to consumes; ready to eat. With a flick, the body erupted with heat. And as the fire burned, his memory replayed the earlier sounds of pain and fear. He recalled the tremor in her voice as she pleaded for her life, the unique pitch and quality of each cry as her bones cracked and blood poured between those perfect peach lips. The exquisite music of life and death dancing to the keys of anguish. For one delicate moment, he allowed himself to admire the scene of familiarity. Allowing himself to feel the heat of the flames caress his face like tongues of desire, and with an unnecessary intake of air, he closed his eyes to listen to the sizzle and hiss, breathing the smell of roasting flesh deeply. Indeed a wild beast among men.
beautiful job! thank you for showcasing such amazing pieces! thank you! I've been on a writing hiatus for many years and this helps me jump right back where I left off, while inspiring new ideas.
"Are you a Man or a Monster?" she breathed out grabbing at his shirt. Her eyes pleaded with his in desperation. "I'm both... I never claimed to be anything else." His voice came out in a low hum that accepted his fate. His fingers slid down her arm, softly brushing her skin to her hands and removed them. Turning to the door he walked with determination in every step, then grabbing the gun out of the black hoister on his hip. " Choose me, you don't have to be a monster and kill him!" He paused, not looking back. "I never had to choose and never will, I know who I am, I suggest you find out who you are too." His fingers slid onto the cold metal handle and opened the large walnut door, shutting it to sever their path. END :)
![Jack Harlow - Hello Miss Johnson [Official Music Video]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/Q86_nlRoIGw/mqdefault.jpg)
✨T I M E S T A M P S✨
00:00 Vendetta - UNSECRET, Krigare
04:14 Used to the Darkness - Des Rocs
09:35 Devilish - The Phantoms
13:06 Coming For You - UNSECRET, Nicole Serrano
17:10 Man or a Monster - Sam Tinnesz, Zayde Wølf
21:11 No Good - UNSECRET, Ruelle
25:34 Watch Them Fall - UNSECRET, Sam Tinnesz, Tedashii
29:10 Maybe, I - Des Rocs
33:02 - The Devil is a Gentleman - Merci Raines
37:34 Jungle Out There - UNSECRET, Sam Tinnesz
40:56 Welcome to Your Nightmare - UNSECRET, MAYLYN
45:29 No Mercy - Zayde Wølf
Thank you so much for this.❤️
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Not the intention, but I'm using this to get in the right head space to battle my ex husband in court. 😆
the devil is a gentleman is too good for my writing mood rn
"Why do they call me a villain?"
"Because you're not a hero. You're evil. You hurt people.
Look at you, you're planing on ending a person who has done nothing wrong."
"What do these heroes do?"
"They save people. They help others."
"I see. So when I was hurting, down on my knees, begging for my life whilst being a kid, where was this hero you're talking about? I've never encountered them once in my life.
You said they save people... I'm not people?"
"That's not-"
"The thing is, no one looks out for us, darling. For people like me.
And I, will do anything to protect myself. Even if it means to kill your so called 'hero'.
Because in the end, I'm all I have."
Heroes, they protect the ones that need help.
Villains, they're the ones who never got any.
//
Lol this is just something I wrote. Hope you liked it. :)
That was great to read
Omg loved it!
i LOVE it!
This was great to read. Love it!😍
It is amazing, I love it
"I'm the villain?"
"Yes."
"Explain."
"You murdered thousands, their blood is in your hands."
"And whose blood is in yours, Hero? Whose brave souls you killed in the name of your king?"
"Brave? They were monsters!"
"They can think. They can breathe. They had families but I suppose only positive traits such as bravery and honor can be bestowed onto your side. My side must be cruel and apathetic. What do you think of this situation? A country that minded its own business sees its territory ransacked by a neighbouring nation. What do you think of its inhabitants? Should they defend?"
"Yes, that is what we are-"
"Hah! You? Defending?"
"This is rightfully our realm."
"I saw your maps. Those lines are imaginary, your kin drew them. You didn't acknowledge who was here first. Who was always here. And we will continue to be here."
"He may be the hades , but the DARK LORD has never been known to bow for anyone but his women."
"Hero's save people and kill the monsters that hunt them. I save monsters and kill the people that hunt them. Does that make me a Villain?"
No that makes you a saviour
yes
Damn…
We aren't villians, just misunderstood anti-heros
We save the hunted and hurt the hunters. We do favors for the helpless not the great.
@@Dani.batess yes thank you!
We those who are helpless wait and wait for the great to show but they never save us just help. You save us from our slavery. And for that we are forever in your debt
"How can something so perfect ever be truly protected without evil???" -Lady Gaga
i love going thru these comments and reading mini stories
same
Yessir
Writing a book series with a mysterious female villian who’s great at manipulation. This helps a lot
Really that's so amazing. I'm writing a book with a powerful female villain who desires revenge. (My character is partially inspired by Azula from Avatar)
I just want to thank all the creative people in the comment for those short stories! You people are so full of talent :)
Finally not a "ew these comment are cringe" comment
"Don't do this! Please!" he cried, shaking his chains, straining.
She looked down at his sobbing figure, at the great hero, on his knees before her. All she can remember is emptiness, no joy, no glee in her actions. Just a will to do it, no matter the cast. If the world had to burn, then let it.
"Please! No!" the prince's voice snapped her back to reality.
"I'm tired of being looked down upon," she started, staring into his eyes. "I'm tired of trying to prove to everyone that I'm someone worthy of love. I'm tired of trying to prove that I have a heart."
"The kingdom took you in," the King rumbled next to his shaking son. "You should be grateful we even gave you a chance. Your father-"
"MY FATHER THIS, MY FATHER THAT!" She covered her ears, shutting out the voices.
*Stop, just shut up, I don't need you!*
-you killed her! You killed your lover!-
"I am not my father," she spoke, once she calmed down. "I deserved better than you treated me. Come watch." She grabbed the collars of both boys and dragged them to the window of the highest tower in the castle.
The king and prince watched in horror as their kingdom burned. All that they built, gone.
The girl felt a small piece of her feel sorry, the other part felt sadistic.
"Well, I'll leave you here. You can watch your kingdom fall."
She turned to leave, but the prince, in a fit of rage screamed, "You're just going to leave us here! YOU *MONSTER!!* "
She paused at the door way, her fists clenched and vision pure red. "You're right, how rude of me to just let you sit here." She raised up her clenched fist and summoned her magic. Fire jumped from her hand onto the door, the only exit from the tower. "How rude of me to just let you watch, when you can experience it *yourself* "
She laughed as she walked down the steps of the tower. She laughed as she walked through the burning town, the fire felt like a little tickle on her skin.
There's nothing like setting the world on fire, and watching it burn before you, a hellfire of beauty...
The world is full of hidden things. Most of these things are dull and have no meaning. But those that are bright, brighter than the others, are hidden in plain sight. He called them beautiful nightmares, he called her his beautiful nightmare. Even now as she stood with her bloodied jeweled sword, wearing a dress of sheer black fabric. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a dark happiness.
His love turned around, a sly smile upon her blood stained lips. "I think I could have made it longer." His dark chuckle filled the room, the one that brought ice and honey into her heart. "Darling I don't think he would have made it through it." With a sigh his love wiped the blade on her dress, and sighed. "If only humanity wasn't so weak. I could actually have some fun." He nodded in response. If only was his only thought as she sat on his lap. A beautiful bloodied thing, his bloodied nightmare.
"How the tables turn," Her voice reverberated against the sturdy concrete walls. She chuckled, "It feels like only yesterday you threw me into that hellhouse, ruined my life." She circled the seat in which he was sat.
"Please, think about this before you do something you'll regr-" She grasped his chin, forcing him to gaze into her now cold, vindictive stare.
"We're much too far to stop and *think*." She cupped his face in her slim hands, "Did you ever stop and think when you killed my father?"
"He was dangerous." He stammered.
"Imprisoned me?" She questioned, malice blanketing her sweet voice,
"You were manic-"
"I WAS GRIEVING!" She dug her nails into the skin of his neck, pulling back to take a breath.
"Do you know how *long* it took to get you here? All the plotting and planning?" She smirked, her attention diverted to the TV, which switched from a news station to a set of CCTV cameras inside the Hero HeadQuarters.
"Years. Every night as I lay in that cold cell, I dreamt of the day I'd finally rid the world of you and your kind." She began to remove a suit from a nearby duffle bag, tugging at it.
"People who save others? Who rid the world of crime?" He contested.
"No," She shifted, confidently striding to where he remained seated, "People who fly around in their fancy costumes, beating up 'bad guys' for the sake of media presence and reputation. I can't even begin to guess the damage costs you Heros have racked up in just these past few years, fighting "villains.'" She paused, looking up at the screen before turning her attention back to the Hero, "Yet, has the crime rate gone down? Do I still see streets ridden with violence and neighborhoods drowning in poverty? Nothing has changed."
"You don't better the world. You're good for nothing." She snapped her fingers; Two masked individuals wearing all black entered from the right.
"You're just a pretty face. If that." She snickered. Turning back around to watch the CCTV cameras. "You Heros have been in charge for so long, and done so little. Your reign is over. I think its time for a change in pow-"
"You can't!" He nearly yelled, panic in his voice. It was music to her ears, and she threw her head back and laughed, turning and kneeling in front of him with her hands on his face.
"Oh but I *can*! And I promise you," She rose, seizing the suit off the table before making her way to the door in through which she came in only minutes before. "By the time I'm done, the world will thank me."
The Hero began to struggle in his restraints, having to be held down by the two masked individuals.
"YOU WON'T WIN-" The Hero cried, the veins in his forehead straining, him writhing in his seat. She paused, turning her head ever so slightly,
"I already have." The villain stated.
lovely!
It's amazing. I felt like I was there. Pls keep it up
OMG THAT WAS SO AMAZING I NEED MORE
You're such an incredible writer please tell me you have more!! 😍😍🤩
I would read this dude
This painted a whole story in my head... And I'd pay good money to see a movie like it👍
The room was unforgivingly cold where he sat, back against the frigid brick of the cell, the freezing shackles biting into his wrists. His breath visible as he breathed through his anger. This is her fault. She did this to him. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't be here right now.
There was the tell-tale clicking of heels that echoed down the corridor. He kept his head hanging low, his knees drawn up loosely, almost casually, if it weren't for the lines of tension in his shoulders or the pure anger etched into his expression. After some moments, the heels stopped just outside his cell.
Slowly, almost predatorily, he raised his gaze to meet hers. "You." he said, his voice low and gravely. "You dare come here and show your face."
Her expression was unreadable. She was trying desperately to keep her emotions in check, he could see that, but what those emotions were, he didn't know. He's not sure he'd ever know.
"I did what I had to do." she replied, coldly, yet, with an odd shake.
"What you had to do?" he repeated with a bark of harsh laughter. "What you had to do?! You used me! You locked me in here when I didn't do anything wrong! I gave you what you wanted! I had every intention of leaving you alone!"
"That's and lie and you know it! You were never going to leave! Your only desire is to see me dead!" she shouted. Her voice echoed through the silence for a moment.
"My only desire, huh? Nice to know you think of me as so singular that you believe my only desire is to kill you. Would it be such a shock to know that that is not my only desire? Would you be so surprised to hear that I was actually going to leave?" Slowly, he stood, the chains rattling as he eased himself to his feet. "For a moment I genuinely believed you weren't like the others. For a moment I believed you accepted people like me. I couldn't have been more wrong. You're worse than them."
"How am I worse?! YOU are the one who's trying to kill ME! Not the other way around!"
"You're worse because you pretended to care! You're worse because you told me that my kind were accepted! You're worse because you used me! At least all the others never pretended to like me! At least all the others never allowed me to fall in love with them only for them to rip it all away!"
She was silent, watching him with an expression that he identified as guilt. She felt guilty. He only felt anger.
"You don't get to feel guilt. You don't get to when all of this is your fault. You best wish I never get out of here, princess, because this time, I really am going to kill you. I'll kill everyone in this forsaken place that used me for their own selfish gains and I'll make you watch."
"Please, I-" she tried.
"I'll make you beg for me to kill you but I won't." he interrupted. "Not until everyone else that you hold dear is dead at your feet. Then maybe, just maybe, I'll end your life. Until that day, princess, you best stay away or I might forget that plan."
She stepped closer and placed a hand against on of the bars. "You don't have to-"
"LEAVE! AND DON'T YOU DARE RETURN!" he yelled, attempting to lunge forward but was stopped short by the chains encircling his reddening wrists.
She schooled her expression to one of stone. "I tried. I tried to reason with you but you're not listening." she said and turned on her heel, disappearing out of sight down the stone corridor until the clicks of her shoes faded into nothing.
This is really good, do you have any stories like this available anywhere? I would love to read more!
Maaaaan, I need more!
Amazing!!! I'm intrigued and want more!!!!
Wow where's the rest of it
YESS I LOVE THIS SO MUCH
"Go away."
She smiled at me. That innocent smile that I always wanted to protect, cherish and engulf in my arms. "Don't be so sad now. Weren't you going to do the same thing to me?"
I hated her smile now. Malice was all I could see in her face now. Even her innocent smile had a twisted shade to it. "No, I was not going to. Atleast not after..." I growled.
"Not after?" Her eyes gleamed with amusement. She knew the answer. She always toyed with me like that.
"After I fell in love with you." I said, staring straight into her eyes.
For a second, her non chalent demeanor cracked. Her eyes flashed with a sense of alarm and then quickly as it came, it went away and she was back with her mocking eyes.
"You want me to believe that? That, a monster like you, can fall in love?"
"Monsters can fall in love. The biggest example is," I gave her a sinister grin, "us."
She opened her mouth to protest but I continued, "The way you look at me, angel, I know I am all you think about. I have infiltrated each anf every part of you and you hate it. You hate that you fell in love with a villain, with an enemy, with a monster," I let out a low laugh. "like you. You fell in love with yourself when you started loving me."
She gave me a hard slap. All the teasing glint from her eyes disappeared. She gritted her teeth as she grippef my jaw, bringing her face closer to me. My eyes immediately fell to her full lips, my heart hammering loudly in my chest, my hands itching to get out of these chains and grip her hair to make meet her lips meet mine.
She sensed that. She grippef my jaw harder, lifting my jaw to make me meet her eyes. "Listen to me, I can make my father kill you in less than five minutes if I call him right now. But I don't want that. Why?" Her lips twisted. "Because I am getting married tomorrow. To another man."
Leaning close to my ears, she whispered, "I am no longer yours."
I turned my head slightly in her direction. Her nose almost touched mine. Her eyes showed no emotion but the way her chest rose rapidly was enough to tell me that I affected her the same way she affected me.
"But," I leaned closer, our lips almost touching. "I will yours forever. And you will be mine. That is how it is going to end, angel. Mark my words."
PERFECTION! I LOVE IT!!
❤❤❤❤
"But, brother-" she began, and the blonde haired boy stopped in his tracks, looking over his shoulder.
"Brother?" He hissed. She winced at his tone, knowing she had misspoke. "I am not your brother anymore. I am NOT the weak little prince from years ago. Who needs you, Rebii? You're still just a princess, doing whatever Daddy asks of you. I'm a KING!" He replied, before turning around to face her.
"Please, Torti... Come back to us. We need you in our Kingdom. Its falling apart!" Rebii cried. Torti let out a harsh laugh. His eyes glistened with tears.
"You need me? Now that Im running a kingdom all on my own, you need me? You never needed me as a kid." Torti replied. He walked away.
"Guards, take her back to her ship. And make sure she sets sail for good. Don't leave your posts until her ship cannot be seen over the horizon." Torti replied. He glanced back at Rebii.
"I never want to see her again."
Definitely recommend Wattpad. -xo
So awsome👌
"You chain me up in the prison for what?" he smiled.
"You know what you have done. All these people. It was your doing. You killed those innocent people and we will make sure you can never leave this cell again."
"Innocent?" He laughed. Louder and louder. "Innocent you say but were they not the ones who attacked me first? I was the target. Too bad they miscalculated. I am not so easy to kill" he smirked. Looking down at his chains.
"Do not try to confuse me or to bargain your debt. You owe all these lives. You killed them and will rott in here forever. "
"Forever? I don't think so"
"Oh but you see you have no choice here. You will always loose because all you are is a cocky man. Those 30 people you killed... I won't let you leave this place ever."
He laughed " I guess you misunderstood something here. I am not here because you want me to be." He chuckeld, a smile creeping up his face. "I am here because I chose to" he snaps his finger and his chains break.
"Guards!" the man called out frightend.
"No need to strain your voices. They are already dead. All that's left is you" he smiled closing in on him.
I love this
@@lenikirchner7449 thank youu
She laughed. The sound was bitter, and hollow.
"Love? Friendship? What is any of that worth now? You took that away from me."
"Please." He begged. "I'm sorry about what happened-"
"You're SORRY!? You're sorry? Ha!" She scoffed, her eyes cutting through his soul. "You don't get to be sorry. You lost that privilege the moment you forsook me. You and all your FRIENDS." She turned her back to him, her shoulders stiff, and her stance rigid. Her fists clenched.
Her next words were far more venomous. "Watch your back. Our next meeting will be your last."
wow! so good!
this is entire masterpiece :O
I love this
Ooo! Yes please! This is fire 🔥🤤🔥
Oof "cringe"
So many slytherin vibes in here, I love it.
a fellow Slytherin, I see. can you remind me of the dorm password please?
Sure, but you'll owe me a favor ;) @@era.bruh05
Bexx nodded. “I once knew a guy who said His God could defeat my uncle and me.” She chuckled.
“How’d that end for him?” Lisa asked, grinning.
Bexx smiled, then it faded as she said, “My uncle died, and I ended up here.”
"Oh, I didn't see you there *clears throat* Welcome To Erafall land of the sinners"
"Wha- sinners!? But I'm the hero I helped the empire, I won the war, I killed the Demon King!"
"It's all a matter of perspective Dear Hero, On one side you were known as a Paragon Of Justice who save many people and killed many demons, On the other you were known as A Bloodthirsty Monster who supported the savages who killed, enslaved and tortured people and separating families"
"But they were demons! They were monsters they deserved to die!"
"And that's exactly why you're here, now make yourself comfortable because eternal damnation doesn't end with death"
OMG.. Wow.. This playlist gonnabe useful for change to the right mood. You don't keep your playlists, writing tips just for you, but, you always share them with us. You are such a great author. Lysm Abbie.. ❤️ Thank you so much! ✨️❤🥰
Aw, thank you!! this comment brightened my day :) I'm so glad you like this playlist!!
He laghes, a demented laugh that isn't his own. "Leave me here!" He screams in my face slashing to be free of my desperate clinging, "I'm the one to blame, it was I who was stupid enough, to-" he screams again writhing and shaking with and invisible pain that only he could see and feel. "Leave me.... I don't want your pity or ......help" the stench of dark magic surrounds me, making my eyes water and wounds bleed harder. "You can't save us all, I .......must pay for my actions....... just as you will. In the end we all lose and there will be nothing.......NOTHING left but the burning ashes of our world.
He screams again and shakes harder, pulling free momentarily he slashes at me. Fresh blood runs off my face and on to his and my tears fall faster as I struggle to hold him down.
"Kill him. He is nothing but an animal, an animal full of hatred for every living thing creature. And like an animal he must be killed. So do it, NOW."
I don't answer.. I can't move at all. all I can do is pinn the screaming crying prince to the wall with all my strength .
"I knew you where weak, I thought you would take this moment of power to end it but I was wrong. If you can't do it..... than I will."
Suddenly the prince falls silent.. his eyes widen and he starts to choak. I quickly let go of him and he falls to the ground struggling to find air. But it's to late he's Dead.
I stand up. Anger and sadness fills my heart like a burning fire.
"You'll pay for that."
"Maybe some day, but today it is you must pay for your actions. "
weak, small, fragile, stupid, dramatic, pathetic...that's what they called me, what they wanted me to feel. When I was at my lowest, already thinking those thoughts...they yelled it at me, tattooing those treacherous words on my skin. Little did they know...I wasn't afraid to burn it off, little did they know I was more dangerous when I didn't feel at all...
Watched a Dodge Demon car commercial that popped up "randomly?" on my feed.
Walked away with a demon character based on the vibe from the car.
Now he has a playlist.
Thank you Abbie. 😈 🎶🎵🎼🚘
“Why is it that the heroes get all the recognition? They all suck,” the male’s voice slithered in the dark, seeming to be everywhere at once.
He frowned, holding up his sword. “You clearly don’t know that the hero makes the story,” a chuckle, almost as dark as the night sky around them.
The stranger dressed in black, with a voice as dark as the dark side of the moon, started walking forwards until his torso was pressing into the tip of the hero's sword.
“Clearly I do. Heroes are the ones who end up dying at the end, most times the villain getting to escape and live. Heroes make the story by making the problems. When someone the hero loves dies, for example, they tear themselves apart by what they could have done instead of moving on and focusing on their next battle,”
Memories of his wife, begging him to let her go as she died in his arms in their home flooded into his head.
Another chuckle from the man in front of him.
“You’re remembering her,”
“Damn you” he thrust his sword forward, but was not entirely surprised when he hit nothing.
“Ah, but don’t you see? You just did that to yourself.” His voice took on the tone of a university professor. “All I did was point out the universal problem heroes have.”
(and this is as far as I got LOL)
“Please, please, I don’t know what I did, but I- I’m so, so sorry.” My voice cracked, and I was nearly in tears at that point, hopeless as can be. I knew he wasn’t going to go back.
Jace walks to the cupboard, opens it, and takes out a glass. He inspects it, as if looking for even the slightest hint of dirt or filth and slams it into the ground, the cup shattering into tiny pieces on the hard, wood floor. I jump, a small gasp escaping me. Meekly, I slowly look up at him, afraid of his gaze. His eyes held, now, the slightest hint of fury. Other than that, his grey eyes remained cool, like a windy, cloudy fall day. Unrelenting.
“Now say sorry to it,” he says roughly, speaking to me as if I was a child to be berated. Right then and there, I felt as helpless as one. As guilty. It took me a second to comprehend, and I didn’t want to anger him, petrified as to what he could do. Not once, in my entire life, had I felt so bare, stripped of my defences. “S-S-S,” I stutter.
“Say it.”
“S-Sorry.”
I was half afraid, half confused at that point, afraid that I hadn’t satisfied him, confused as to why I would have to do that. I knew that I would get my answers, sooner or later, whether the hard way or the easy way. “Did that fix it?” he asked, crossing his arms, only adding to my intimidation more. But he didn’t seem satisfied by my fear. “W-What?” I stammer.
“I’m going to ask you again. Did. That. Fix. It?”
I had no idea how he had kept his cool for this long, but that seemed to be exactly what made me uncomfortable. “N-N-N-No,” I manage, my entire body shaking.
“Exactly.”
Wow! This is so beautiful. I know it's late and all but can I please use this for my story, although I will change the names. I promise to give all the credit to you and will even mention your comment in my story. It's just very interesting, it feels as if the guy Jace is getting revenge on her because maybe she was involved in getting his lover hurt/almost killed.
@@chishakayumba5559 pls go ahead and use the comment :)
(don't worry it won't be plagiarism because it's not in the book series i'm planning to publish so ur fine) and yes actually you were spot on with her getting his lover killed.
pls comment the title of ur book when ur done with it so i can go read it :)
@@kinda_cold_in_the_closet Really thanks a lot and don't worry I will. Also I would love reading your book too
@@chishakayumba5559 Aight :)
"Stop it." She said
"Why?" I asked mischievously.
"You're a monster, you're hurting people!"
"Don't call me a monster when you're the one who made into one." I wispered. She shivered.
"No, you did it yourself!" I could hear her voice cracking trough her fear.
"Darling, you have no idea of what i did and what not, so don't try to teach me of what is good and evil, when your not better."
She did not dare to speak.
"Those people you save, are they worth it?" I asked
"Of course they are, everyone is worth to be saved." She replied
"Tell me doctor, what am I then? Am I not human? Was I not worth to be saved?"
She was to stunned to speak.
"I- I- mean.."
"You mean that this little girl is now a monster and why? Because no one saved her! You're the reason for this all! All i wanted was to escape the hell I was living in!"
"But thats not a reason to hurt innocent people." The doctor said while writing something in her little notebook.
"So it's okay if they hurt me and that i have to begg for my life? But when i defend myself I'm suddenly the villian, how ironic." I laughed, i really couldn't help myself.
Do they think I'm stupid? I know what they did and I'm going to kill them all, one by one. They took the only thing that was left of me. My innocence. And I will take their Life.
I like and definitely recommend Wattpad!! -xo
ICONIc!
Imma use this playlist to get into the mood when I’m writing from the villains perspective from now on!!
I want a book wirten out of the heros POV but with the villain winning at the end. Then a second part but this time its in the villians POV and it tells us about the backstory of the villian and what made him who he is now.
So this is where all the genius authors gatter. Forget about Wattpad. This comment section is all I need
I'm writing this off the top of my head after listening to this playlist. So let's see how I do lol:
"Well look what we have here, a dark rose. Haven't seen one of those before," Demetris snickered putting on a wry smirk.
He eased his way towards me, only getting closer. I was breathing raggedly, blood on my once elegant dress. Not daring to budge I stood there keeping my back straight. And with that he grabbed my head forcing me to turn my gaze at his cold, murderous face.
"Now tell me why aren't you afraid," Demetris paused so close to me now that his lips were brushing my face, "Because we both know that strength is only a facade."
I chuckled.
"You think the monster is yourself, you assume when we walk into a room it's you their cowering. But you haven't looked past my pretty face," I licked my lips circling him.
I grabbed the dagger strapped onto my leg and pointed it at him.
"But the one the fear is me. Compared to my broken self you are the hero of this story because they all know the dangers of my magic," I sneered.
Demetris laughed. The sound was bitter and full of insanity.
"There is one thing that doesn't hold the truth in that sentence. Dangerous perhaps, but I am no hero," Demetris threatened.
"We'll have to see about that," I challenged with a sly grin.
I took the dagger from my hand and cut off the train of my skirt. It was an extra weight that I did not wish to lug around with me. So I was now in a black dress covered in blood. Licking my lips easing my way into my channel. With that five dead black knights in armor of blood and bones charged at me. With that, I lifted my hand and stabbed them right in the heart. Controlling the blood in their body.
With that large wounds formed on Demetris. If he didn't get treated he would die from blood loss.
Demetris cursed and formed a black blight around himself.
With that, I walked away the sound of my heels fading into the distance.
Dang! I can imagine these songs as trailer music for any movie on a villain origin story.
This is dark and cool!🙌😍 Thank you, Abbie! Currently writing about my villain's dark past hehe
ooh sounds like fun... :D
Backstories for your villain are really interesting to write, it helps us to see their downward slope into what made them willing to commit whatever crimes they do now
POV: you found that playlist that perfectly fits for your villain and you cannot stop listening
*** Some background info.
The villain was about to jump the kingdom's Great Wall and escape when the hero stopped her and she just basically hit him over and over again and he took it all and just kept quiet and then she just started venting all she had kept in her chest.
"DO SOMETHING FOR GOD'S SAKE!!!!" *she grabbed him by his collar and scream at him* "HIT ME!! DEFEAT ME YOU DAMN HERO!!! SAVE YOUR STUPID KINGDOM FROM ME!! OR IS THIS VILLAIN NOT WORTH FIGHTING?!!!" *thud* *she released him and looked at him and said...*
"You called me a witch, a monster... *pauses and looks at the hero* a villain, yet you fail to see your own reflection" *pfft* *she looks the other way* "maybe next time you go around calling people villains, you should look a little deeper into the mirror and let me know if what you see is a true hero"
"I was just a kid... When YOU so called "hero" and your aloof father, the emperor entered my life. You killed the people I loved the most when all they did was help others" *she looks at the hero and smiles* "and you still have the audacity to call me a villain."
"You know I never actually understood what had happened to them until I grew older. I only remember you barging in with your father's soldiers, and my mother and father telling me to hide. Then everything went quiet and a 16 year old kid's face appeared with blood all over him, and just looked at me as if I were a pest"
"Which is funny because you and your father still brought me to the empire with you, and dared to assign me as your fiancé, and then made me go through harsh training not only to be the next empress but to be a knight. AT THE AGE OF 12!! *she screams in his face* Do you even understand what you did wrong?! Because I know that there are so many things that I've done wrong, yet this said hero doesn't"
"You killed my parents, made me your fiancé and a knight, yet you still found another woman because I wasn't worthy of you, because I was disgusting for having scars all over my body that the war left me. Yet you call me a villain. I still fail to understand how I'm a villain. Or maybe I am a villain, you know after all I did kill you father just now. *she smiles to herself then her smile fades away* But if im a villain I hope you understand that you are far worse than that."
"Because you entered a kingdom's territory and killed their king and queen, took their daughter hostage and made her a puppet. But this puppet is tired, tired of being called a monster for defending a kingdom that isn't hers, for killing the enemy like no other soldier you have ever trained, for having scars all over her body that reminds her of all the horrible things she has done and has been done to her."
"Fine I am a monster, a villain, a witch. But oh hero, you have created this monster. So why should I deal with the harsh words and treatment while you receive all the praises and glory, for battles you didn't even fight in. MY PEOPLE IS DEAD! ALL OF THEM AND FOR WHAT!"*she grabbed him by the collar and screamed while tears kept on falling*
*she lets him go, quickly wipes her tears and smiles bitterly* "You know between you and I, I hate me the most. Because I allowed myself to love you and as funny as it sounds forgive you to some extent"
"I don't know what was I expecting" *laughs* " I've never seen a villain win in any of my books"
* she throws the daggers that she killed his father with in front of him*
*he looks at her confused*
*she smiles and jumps the wall*
*he then jumps too and screams from the top of the wall with a sorrowful look in his eyes*
"I'LL LET YOU WIN IN MY STORY!"
"BECAUSE I NEVER THOUGHT YOU WERE A VILLAIN, I AM!"
"I KNOW I SAID YOU WERE BUT I NEVER MEANT IT!"
" I'M JUST A COWARD WHO WAS TO SCARE TO CONFRONT HIS OWN FATHER AND JUST WENT ALONG WITH HIS ROLE!" * tears fell from his eyes while scream from the top of his lungs just so that she could hear him*
"AND I KNOW YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY THIS BUT I AM SORRY"
* she looks back and smiles bitterly* "IT'S TOO LATE TO BE SORRY YOUR MAJESTY, BECAUSE A DEAD PERSON CAN'T FORGIVE!"
*she turned around and left in the horse her people had hid behind the wall so that she could escape to the northern kingdom*
So this was a dream lol. Yes I've been reading too many novels 👉🏼👈🏼 and now I have novel like dreams.
Yet I assure you he is not the ml lol
She will meet a handsome green haired duke that has a child and will help her heal and then once they get married she comes back to this kingdom because by then these two kingdoms are at peace (the northern kingdom isn't where she is originally from) and the new king (Alexander which is this guy not the actual ml) invited the king and queen of the northern kingdom and the crown prince and the duke(ml) and his wife(Alexander doesn't know he married her)
BTW
Her name (fl) is Night Mare Santorini Vincento quite literally. She is 20yrs old, is 5'3, has tan skin, brown hair, one eye that's brown and one that's gray. Nicknames- little bird, little nightmare, raven, butterfly, brat, and kid(nicknames Ian gives her before they get married that just stayed)
Ml's name is Ian Alexander De La Rose (ik he has the same name as 3rd ml idk why it's just is). He is white lol, is 26yrs old, has green hair(that can turn white), green eyes, and is 6'2 . Nicknames- Old man, bicolor brat, or just bicolor. (nicknames Mare gave him before they got married and just stayed lol)
Ahhh and Ian has a cute 5 year old, his name is Raphaello Ray De La Rose. Nickname- Cutie, little bug, ray ray, raph. (nicknames Mare gave him)
2nd ml's name is Derrick Valrose. The crown prince. He is also white lol, has white hair and green eyes, is 24yrs old, he is 6'2, and is Ian's younger brother(Ian has a different last name because it was changed when he refused the crown and so he got a title and another last name with it). Nickname- brat (the only other way Mare calls him other than by his name :))
3rd ml's name is Alexander Bustamante Vitale (who is the so-called hero). He is the new king of the eastern kingdom. He is white too lol, he is blond, his eye color is amber, is 5'10, and is 24yrs old.
I have a whole map in my mind about the different kingdoms and their territories I got the descriptions of all my characters relatives and closest friends too lol, I've seen this dream so many times lol.
Also there's magic in this world I just didn't mention it because this part of my dream also didn't mentioned the use of magic lol
"Just because you may do bad things, it does not mean you aren't doing them for the right reasons"
This feels like an arcane playlist. There is never a real "good person". They are just less evil than others.
Or it's just different from different perspectives
Jinx mad hatter
I see you've never watched 'His Dark Materials'
that’s just not true, there are good people:)!
They're just not as insane as the real at the end of the day. It seperates the real from the fake. But we all have someone we'll go evil for.
Mini story:
“What do you mean you don’t remember?! Do you NOT remember that you KILLED her??”
“No…I’m sorry…I think you have me mistaken.”
“Don’t you dare pretend like you don’t remember! You murdered her in cold blood!!”
“I-I really don’t know w-what you’re talking about…”
“Are you sure about that??”
I shove the picture of my best friend in her face. A form of realization comes across her face, and is quickly replaced by terror. I aim my gun at her head.
“Please, I didn’t know that she was important to you!”
“Yeah, bitch. And clearly you didn’t seem to care that she was my BEST friend.”
“I really didn’t know! I swear!”
“Oh, really?? Ok, then! I believe you.”
I take the safety off of the gun. She realizes what is about to happen and pulls a knife out of her boot and attempts to stab me. The knife grazes my arm.
“You bitch! You think that’s gonna hurt me? You’re gonna have to do a lot more than that to make me feel pain.”
“Well, you’re gonna kill me anyways, so what’s the point in staying calm?”
“Don’t test me…”
“Do it then. KILL ME!”
I pull the trigger and it makes a satisfying bang as her body drops to the ground. I kick her corpse over the edge and watch it fall down the side of the building.
Suddenly, the door to the roof of the building opens.
“POLICE! DROP YOUR WEAPONS AND PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!”
“Sorry officers, but that ain’t happenin!”
I salute to them and take one last look at my surroundings before I back up to the edge.
“See you in another life.”
~The End~
Hope you like it guys
I wish I could hit "like" a hundred times! This playlist is epic, Abbie. Thank you.
It's night and was raining.
A heroine and a villain was on a rooftop of a building after have a fight.
"WHY DID YOU BECOME THE VILLAIN? AND WHY you did this to me?" Ask the hero falling in tears while was kneeling on the floor.
"YOU VOWED TO PROTECT PEOPLE, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?" She Continued
"Because i can, because i want and because i'm tired of help others and still being in your shadow, i save them and see nothing's change." The Villain and the heroine ex-partner says while comes to where she is kneeling, kneel and make his face come close to her face, so he place one hand on her face and continue "I'm tired to risk my life for the ones who don't deserve and if i have to become the villian in the process so be it." He conclude and get up.
"When you needed me, i was always there for you, but you wasan't there for me when i needed." he turn alround giving his back to her.
He slightly turn his head towards her and said "I think by now you already learn that sometimes, doing heroic thing doesn't mean it's the most plesant to do".
"And do you think this is a heroic Thing to do?" She ask her ex-partner
"Yes, i'm becoming their villain for you continue being their hero, after all a hero is nothing without a villain." he pause and them continue "But remenber that our diference now is that you cannot lose or fall you must be right and perfect all the times, because i need to be right one single time to make them believe me and hate you and your heroes friends." After this he get out of there living her there in the rain.
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Sorry if my english is bad, i'm still learning, i just wanted to share this with you. (I just have the idea reading the comments and decided to write a short story with you all)
It's night time and was raining.It's night time and was raining.
Came for the pictures, stay for the music, thank you very much 😍
I'm reading the ending of The Count Of Monte Cristo right now , and nothing pairs better than this .
I'm in my chapter where I have to meet my villain, and I need something to listen to be very serious to catch him.
In French, indeed. Thank you from Belgium. Peace
The sounds of rushing water filled his ears as he lays by the falls.
In the distance he could hear crinkles of leaves & sticks. From instinct he’d pull his sword to his legs weakly & laugh hysterically.
“Sis oh, sis! I k-know it’s you…” he’d manage to say and then cough. “ come out. Come talk…” he’d call out to the wilderness as if it was a person.
His sister would seemingly fade into the picture on the other side of the falls. She seems to be wearing armor with a bow over her back and a sword resting at her side.
“Brother, just surrender peacefully. I know your capable. Your Father would’ve not wanted you to do this-“ She would call out to him over the loud rushing water.
“DON’T SPEAK OF FATHER! HE DIDN’T…” he’d cough again and feel his side and it felt of warm blood. He would close his eyes and slow his breathing then continue. “He didn’t make me who I am,” he’d huffed then speak once more seemingly in pain.” YOU MADE ME THIS WAY NOT HIM. HE HAD SUPPORTED ME BUT YOU NEVER”
“Brother, I want to help I truly do but look at you. Your a monster, an animal, a wolf with no sense of control. I can’t help someone like that.” She would desperately say with a voice of authority.
She would flip around and start into the forest and call once more to her brother. “If your truly my brother, you should be able to get to Wolves’ Point.”
//Something I made with the playlist. I am a bit rusty but I hope ya enjoyed.
It's storming outside, so the rain and thunder made this like...10 times more dramactic
Well, human beings do possess multiple layers so villains may be nice to the people they love and heroes may have flaws, but let's not forget.
A hero has suffered just as much if not MORE than a villain!
Everyone in this world suffers, heroes are the ones who decide that they don't want their suffering to repeat through other people and generations so they do good deeds to help every other loving being, and they're only human so they obviously can't help everyone, and villains are the ones who couldn't stand the suffering and decided to make other people suffer in their stead and to now be the perpetrator of such atrocities, now hurting the people who hurt you doesn't make you a villain, it's just something obvious, and forgiveness is also a choice that you could make, but villains decide that no one deserves to be happy just cause they weren't happy for a while, but people everywhere have problems yet they do their best to live on and be optimistic and try to change things for the better, villains are cowards who think that they're the only ones in this world who now what hurting feels like, they're ego maniacs, they only think about their own selves, which is terrible.
Just because someone hurt you doesn't mean that you should hurt other innocent people, and don't forget that heroes beat up people too, the people who hurt them, they're not all there preaching about forgiveness to everyone, of course it's best for you if you do, but heroes also take revenge when needed, it's just how we humans are.
An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth.
Я это уже слушаю достаточно долго , скажу пару слов по поводу этого сбора песен. Мне нравится , происходит какая-то особая аура вокруг меня , когда я это слушаю ( на больших буферах)
Хорошая работа
as soon as I started listening, got deep goosebumps that's when I knew this playlist was gonna be good!
I knew it was good when i heard the first seconds of vendetta, definitely writing another paragraph of my story now❗❗
Thank you!!!!! Your playlist are literally the only ones I listen to when I write!! You always do a wonderful job putting them together!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️
omg i'm honored!!
k but why'd this slap so hard
EEEEEEEKKKK This playlist is literally perfect for my main character for a book I want to write. He's not quite a villain, more like a twisted hero doesn't really have morals. He has been my favorite to write so far.
I gave him some serious trauma 🤭
So what if I’m the bad guy. If the story of my life is the story you crooked nobles tell your children to beware, then so be it.
But let me make this clear. I may be the villain, but you are no hero. Your loyalty is nothing more than an excuse for the lives you’ve taken. Your bravery is just blindness to the people you hurt with every single victory. Your compassion turns to apathy, the second you don’t know someones name.
The war you waged that day is won, I will admit. But now it’s my turn, and I promise you now, I’ll make you feel the pain you inflicted, and so much worse.
*I hope your proud of your victory, hero. It’s the last you’ll see.*
Oh I love this
This is amazing
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I fucking love this friend
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You make the best playlists!! Thank you for sharing and inspiring us everyday!!
Thank YOU! :D
"Everyday. I ponder and think of the feeling of your blood.
Each day. I wonder what your beloved and caring one's would do.
I Wait. I Plot. I Will Return.
Fear is irrelevant.
Death is all that matters.
Question? Who will bleed faster?
Let us Answer that together . . .
The cold,dark,damp room was her only comfort. The people she had once trusted the most betrayed her. The sound of water hitting metal was slowly building a wave of anger in her. Just as her anger had reached its maximum the cage they threw her in opened. How dare they come in without precaution. She slowly looked up with a evil grin sketch into the place were a smile once was. "Up! It's time to be tried." Her eyes had finally met the man she wanted more than anything and he looked at her with much disgust. Truth be told that hurt her but she no longer wanted to feel emotion for him so she hid her sadness beneath her eyes. "If you come anywhere near me it will be the last breath you'll ever take." Her voice came out menacingly. She loved the flicker of fear that flashed through his ocean blue eyes. "You would really kill the mother of your child because she was someone whose more powerful than you." This is a question she has since they locked her in this place" No. But I will kill her because she is something that is a danger to the world" "A DANGER TO THE WORLD? I WOULD DO ANYTHING AND I MEAN ANYTHING FOR YOU AND SAY A DANGER. IF YOU TOLD ME TO DIE FOR YOU I PROBABLY WOULD HAVE. MY LOVE FOR YOU WAS DEEP. I TURNED AWAY FROM MY OWN KIND FOR YOU. I GAVE UP MY POSITION FOR YOU. I TURNED MY BACK ON MY FAMILY TO LOVE YOU AND YOU DO THIS. I GAVE YOU A CHILD,I GAVE YOU MY HEART ON A GOLD PLATTER AND YOU SAY SUCH A THING. YOU AND OUR CHILD WERE MY WORLD. YOU HAVE TOOK BOTH AWAY FROM ME SO YOU MIGHT AS WELL KILL ME NOW. BECAUSE I WILL NOT SIT BACK AND LET YOU TAKE MY SON FROM ME." Her anger gone tears came down her face in streams. Sobs rack through her body with each word she spoke. She looked him dead in the eye. Instead comforting her he turned and shut the cage door and left her alone sitting in the dark.
Please tell me if it's good. My life long dream is to be a author.
It is very good i loved reading your shortstory!♡♡ You definitly have what it takes. You will catch your dream and i wish you luck
I love how the entire comment section is just a bunch of stories :)
I am obsessed with this playlist.... 24/7 for days now 🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤
Murdoch had me pinned, and Yashveer was nowhere in sight. I had grown so used to him doing the fighting for me, even Murdoch attacked me I went down easily. "I got you," he said with a mad grin. He unsheathed his knife and held it to my chest. "You'll pay for what you did to my father, Shadow Holder."
"Don't do this," I told him, "it'll kill you if you plunge that knife any further."
He laughed. "It? You speak as if you are not one in the same."
"I just hold the shadows, I do not control such things," I said, "please I've worked so hard to keep it under check, you're going to unleash a monster." I knew even as a pleaded, my words would not reach him.
"Your pathetic lies will not halt me!" He raged as he drove the knife into my body. I somehow managed to hold onto my will, the shadows fought back relentlessly but I somehow I managed to hold them. Death was inevitable for me, I did not fear it. Sparing the crown prince's life seemed like a good way to go.
That was until Yashveer came back. "Marceline!" He called out my name instantly. Murdoch reacted like lightning, throwing his knife at him. Nailing the hit into my protector's hand. Preventing Yashveer from drawing his own blade. Murdoch stood from my bleeding out body and drew his sword.
"This will be over quickly, traitor," he said raising his blade. I still had a firm mental grip on my inner demons, I could hold on and let the Prince kill us both.
But I would not let Yashveer die. I willingly let go of my grip. My body stood without my command. It ignored my pain and grabbed Murdoch's sword by the blade to stop its movement. His body tensed in realization.
"Marceline..." Yashveer's voice was laced with pity, or perhaps disappointment. It was hard to tell since the Shadows did not spare him a glance.
"My host did warn you, it's time to make good on her promise."
I’m convinced that I’m a villain, so this works for me 👍
First song makes me think of a character finally realizing the killer was right in front of them all along
i already knew this playlist was gonna be great when it started with vendetta
YESSS
"No Good" is a vibe, thanks for the playlist. It makes writing suspense smooth.
I love this comment section it's all abt POV's
Ok but the people in the comments are legit making better stories than half the books I've read and I read a lot like u guys have TALENT also great playlist
At the end of the great hall, the figure on the throne spoke:
"you took a while to arrive, we've been waiting for you for a while"
the walking figure stopped and asked:
"who are you referring to?"
"to them"-said the seated person pointing up
The one who arrived looked up and found two family figures hanging and inert, his gaze was filled with horror and sadness, falling to the floor, he asked
"no, how could you? why?"
"I think that after what you did it is more than fair, have"- the one who was sitting threw a dagger at the kneeling figure who picked it up and stabbed it into his chest while the villain laughed with satisfaction
I love reading these comments even more than this playlist
I'm addicted to this playlist
Thanks again for another wonderful Playlist! 💕I just got into slowd and reverb songs. Time to dwell on my villan's hatred!💀 FEEL THE EMOTION BEHIND THE COLD FACE.......
I never thought I would dig slowed + reverb so much hehe
@@AbbieEmmons me neither but I like it! It sends a different mood 😊
HELP 💀❗
*"You think you are some guardian of the weak and knight of the light, dear hero?"* The villian sneered, eyes puffy with tears and blood. Despite the wounds across their body, the villian refused to show any form of weakness. *"For someone that claims to be on the good side, death and destruction follows every step you take."*
"You brought this upon yourself."
*"Perhaps. But unlike you, I have grown used to the consequences of my OWN ACTIONS. You, on the other hand, your so-called deeds were merely a golden stars, an meek excuse so the goverment couldn't make you an criminal. As far I am aware, you are merely my own reflection glaring against the mirror."*
The sound of the metal bars bending against the fist's strenght echoed through the darkness of the cell.
*"The moment I get out this cell, I'll make sure to take everything and everyone you hold dear. So you better pray, hero. That'll have a swift death or pass away by a sickness. Pray that I won't escape from these chains. Nor able to step down from jail. Pray that your beloved family and cheerised friends will never suffer by your buffoonery and weakness. Make sure that all that you hold close to your heart remains untounched.*
-- *Because I shall burned it all, that not even ashes will linger among the winds. I shall reap and tear. Until nothing remains. No tears for you to shed. And the moment you ask for mercy --- then, when that happens, I'll know that this vengeance is mine."*
Wooooooow.... dark🖤
Woooaaah... I'm not sure if you wrote that but I love it!!
@@wattamayo6529 I am indeed wrote that. And thank you!
@@mariapazgonzalezlesme woooooooooooww Super dark🖤👍n
THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL, WOW
This playlist literally could be a soundtrack for book I'm writing lol it's perfect
Waiting for when they put up a playlist where the "villain is sitting to take a dump".
"When the villain is eating ice cream"
This is my first time hearing these songs and i love them. Also this brings out the mode so nice you did great picking the songs.
WOW....... Thank you! I love all of your playlists. I write all the time and your playlists are some of the one ones I listen to when I write! ❤❤❤
ahhh yes PLOTING REVENGE WHILE PRACTICING TO MAKE MY CURSIVE EVEN MORE BETTER
The villan is only a perspective of someone else. The villan could be the hero in their view, while surrounded by the villans we as readers believe as heroes.
Nice job, now get back to writing!
Fab playlist! What's quite amusing though, the first time I ever listened to all these tracks was on your slowed down playlist. I kept playing it over and over because I loved it so much, so got used to them being that way. When I finally checked out all the original versions, they seemed far too fast! Like they had been speeded up! I actually prefer these slower versions! 🤣
“To claim true victory over an opponent, you must break them utterly. Force them to see that you are superior to them in every way so that in their final moments, they know they never had a chance of defeating you.”
Dramatic. It's like you guys get off on fiction more than I do.
So glad you came out with this awesome playlist! This will really help with me "We're all Villains in the End" book!
Thank you Abbie you make the best playlists, I'll definitely write something to this
You know why it is so hard to be good? A hero needs to win every time. A villan just needs to win once.
This playlist is perfect for writing my book, thank you Abbie!
There has to be some sort of named phenomenon that leads to people creating stories for music playlists like these.
And if there isn't, someone needs to make one and name it.
I just realized who uploaded this, and it's been months since I first listened to this playlist. XD
I love your playlists, straight away, I finally got the drive to write more villain povs in my story! Many thanks x
Edit: I love the second picture, AND the song! Awesome!
This is awesome! I regretted that I didn't find out when it just uploaded 😢 I've never heard most of the songs in here so this experience has been so refreshing and amazing 😻. Thanks for the playlist ☺️
Many of these songs are on one of my character playlist some of the songs I haven't heard will be great of that playlist too
This playlist gives me ˙Lucifer˙ vibes
Thank you so much for putting UNSECRET here!!! The first song literally gave me goosebumps. LOVE IT!!!
Standing amid the shadows, the lone figure watched as the hero saved them all. He watched as the people praised him, crowned him a saint then King.
Disgust clawed at his throat as he averted his eyes from the hero, his gaze landing on the body at his feet. Bruised and bloodied the boy kept calling out for help. He had kept crying for the hero to save him too. Until his last breath the boy called for his hero only to be ignored.
The hero was no man just a monster.
Randomly found this and now have it on repeat! Absolutely awesome job!
Ooooooohhhhh, can't wait to listen to this! I love these playlists! Thank you!!
Wow such a great playlist! I love villains and the songs you picked are sooo good 😊 Awesome video!
This gave me the biggest chills I've ever had when listening to a playlist, amazing playlist, THANK YOU :D
Some killers are born, some killers are made, and sometimes the origins of desire for homicide is lost in confusion of an ugly childhood and a dangerous choice. For a villain self-adheres only to their own code: manipulation, control, and fun. Like a beast with no collar or chains.
A broken shard of the moon glared down on the scene, its light faint beneath the web of limbs. He dropped the lifeless weight upon chard grass, dried branches cracking from the mass before pouring the accelerate like a sense of ceremony. He has done many times before, as if to anoint the dead, before digging his gloved hand into the pocket of his coat.
Then there is a scrape of a match against the friction strip, the pop as it bursts into flame, the whoosh of the fire as it comes alive to consumes; ready to eat. With a flick, the body erupted with heat. And as the fire burned, his memory replayed the earlier sounds of pain and fear.
He recalled the tremor in her voice as she pleaded for her life, the unique pitch and quality of each cry as her bones cracked and blood poured between those perfect peach lips. The exquisite music of life and death dancing to the keys of anguish. For one delicate moment, he allowed himself to admire the scene of familiarity. Allowing himself to feel the heat of the flames caress his face like tongues of desire, and with an unnecessary intake of air, he closed his eyes to listen to the sizzle and hiss, breathing the smell of roasting flesh deeply.
Indeed a wild beast among men.
beautiful job! thank you for showcasing such amazing pieces! thank you! I've been on a writing hiatus for many years and this helps me jump right back where I left off, while inspiring new ideas.
"Are you a Man or a Monster?" she breathed out grabbing at his shirt. Her eyes pleaded with his in desperation.
"I'm both... I never claimed to be anything else." His voice came out in a low hum that accepted his fate.
His fingers slid down her arm, softly brushing her skin to her hands and removed them.
Turning to the door he walked with determination in every step, then grabbing the gun out of the black hoister on his hip.
" Choose me, you don't have to be a monster and kill him!"
He paused, not looking back.
"I never had to choose and never will, I know who I am, I suggest you find out who you are too."
His fingers slid onto the cold metal handle and opened the large walnut door, shutting it to sever their path.
END :)
Love this! I need to write a scene where my Mafia hit man becomes enraged after professing his love for my MC. She shot him down…politely. ❤️