100 Novel(s) Related To Grasping Evil

“The second born was the one full of hatred, of anger and revenge. Slowly, they turned to something evil, doing sins and gradually becoming the sinned evil. We also found that every time the bearer of the eye is closer to the mate, his inner soul is being embedded by darkness.” “That’s absurd! Jacob is much better than before he knew me! What evil…” I hissed. “I think you are fucking with me right now! Roscoe!” “You have no ability to see through the soul, woman. But we from the above realm have.” My lip formed a flat line. Should I continue listening to this nonsense? Damn it!

Darkness spots along the corners of my vision, creeping in slowly. The feeling of wrongness intensifies. Fear punches into my heart. A thought pierces through my mind. Lady’s fist is close to my face now. I move my head to the side and grab her wrist. The shouts return. Lady’s scream burst into my ear. Her feet kick mine out from under me. I’m going to die here. I fall to the ground with a loud thud. Lady wastes no time, jumping on top of me and throwing punch after punch after punch.

"The thing is, Bulan, with all of these changes, curiosity, and rapaciousness--where people heedlessly scramble their way to the top, heartless and all--I live, I get stronger, and I continue existing. And that's not even the best part yet. With all these revising and adapting, I learn and replenish. It's so nice to be evil yet untampered rather than being untampered per se but benign." This dark entity has dwelled in a lot of evildoers with different levels of wickedness and wrath, eventually embodying a variety of evil. It assimilated shrewd drills and strategies from the different perspectives he had possessed. He witnessed how evil shifted from aggressive and rash to devious and smart. He now fathomed the canny ways to succeed. He tapped his gun three times to respite from solid peace before concluding that the moon will never reply. "You make it so easy to believe that you're just a piece of matter orbiting around the earth."

⸻ “We simply reminded humanity what chaos feels like.” ⸻ The figure snapped its fingers. ⸻ The footage changed again. ⸻ Explosions. ⸻ Not nuclear. But devastating. ⸻ Oil refineries burning. Power grids failing. Communication towers collapsing. ⸻ Bella’s eyes widened. ⸻ “No…” ⸻ The masked figure smiled beneath the shadows. ⸻ “Governments fall easily,” it said. “But civilization?” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “That requires suffering.”

"I just wanted to say that Sebastian will do anything so save your grandmother. Don't let your self believe on anyone except on us." "If I trust you can you give my grandmother back to me? And who is Matheus? Why did he take my grandmother ?!" I promise with a trembling voice. "Matheus is the king of Orpheus. He's an evil and he'll do anything to destroy us." Its a cold answer. "And what have we got to do with you? We are just humble people." Is it just human? "Yes you're a human ... but, your grandmother is vampire." A vampire?

Releasing a frosty breath through his nose, he lifted his head from his bow and gave Eliane a wide wolfish grin. “Funny how sometimes, evil starts to grow when we desperately desire something. No matter how you do something good, you end up listening to the whispers of darkness instead.” Eliane looked at him sideward, like a mother proud of her son; a sister that welcomes her long-lost brother with unwavering open arms. “Evil is like a flower. When it blooms, it will keep on blooming…”

He really hates this hocus pocus. “There is a fine line between good and evil. One can not be without the other, and it is always the away team that are evil, are they not ?” The woman smiles encouragingly. “Come on, Gudrun ! There is nothing good or evil, only the balance”. I look out over the lake. I feel empty inside. As if I have been struggling with an equation for 100 years, and suddenly here comes another and writes the solution on the board. Have we really struggled to free the world from hamrams and breaking

"The prince of darkness traps souls into a suffering cage. That's where I am, but I can't escape unless I'm being released. Otherwise I would remain here as one of the messengers of the earth, till I eventually fade away one day." "Tara, what do I need to do?" I tried as much as I could to balance my patient, because, I was already loosing it. "Lilith is a demon of the night, goddess of independence. She bore the devil, and other powerful demons. She wasn't really his mother, but she's been in existence longer than he has. The devil, or also known as Al-shaytaan or other names by other tribes, is the manifestation and personification of evil. Each demon has a form of entity where their powers are being stored in. The devil's, a sceptre and Lilith's, an amulet. The devil is a metaphor for lower self, which is a self-serving inclination within each individual. Those who follow their lower nature, are described as their follower. And Lilith on the other hand, is the goddess of independence.

, It is difficult for us to back up our statement with an irrefutable evidence because we have none to use. But if we all believe that the organization is made up of bad people, then it will be easy for us to conclude that your husband doubted himself not only because of baseless reasons to drown his self-confidence but because he was afraid of the man he was slowly becoming. Recent studies shows the phase between doing evil and accepting you have done evil. From their discoveries, it is easier for a man to do evil continuously and still feel nothing when he is doing it. But when he realizes he has done evil, it becomes harder for him to do it immediately again. At that point, his brain begins to wonder if he is the same man who once went to church on a Sunday and kissed the cross of Jesus Christ or if he was the devil that sat by the followers of Christ, seeking who to tempt," he paused and let his words find meaning in Savannah's ears before proceeding. "Take for example, masturbation. Most scientists believe it is a natural process to relieve the body from different forms of stress. After carefully questioning about fifty male students of a popular college in America on the issue of masturbation, over sixty percent of them agreed to feeling bad or totally worthless once they achieve the peak of their sexual pleasure. The remaining forty percent agreed to feeling plain nothing. Now, if we take masturbation as a bad act. A sinful act that should be avoided, we can notice how excited the performer is when he is swiping his male organ in rapid succession as compared to how bad he feels when he is accepting he has done evil which of course occurs when he has released semen."

But he was so stubborn and stupid. Levi was about to part Evangeline's legs so he could do whatever he wanted to do with her. Suddenly, Evangeline opened her eyes. Her eyes were pitch black with red orbs in between. Her skin suddenly changed its color. From rosy pink to icy blue. Seeing the dark eyes, Levi fell on the ground. Her eyes looked as if he was looking into the eyes of the devil's daughter. She stood up and towered over him. "What the hell is that?" Levi yelled loudly as he shivered with the fear seeing at Evangeline.

If he required more subjects, he would turn the mundanes or the pesky supernaturals who were attempting to rid the world of evil. Although Valkyr didn’t require the turmoil and chaos for survival like those of the dark lord’s kingdom, he found it far more palatable than the goodness that was constantly being pelted at society by the do-gooders of the world. Hearing someone scream with pain or fear gave him a rush. It did for most vampires. Perhaps because it was a real emotion that came from the depth of the individual. There was something very powerful about the legitimacy of the feelings brought forth by pain and fear that couldn’t be matched by love and happiness. Love and happiness were elusive illusions that never lasted. They were far more difficult to achieve and hang onto. He often thought that if the mundanes would only come to realize this, they’d be all the better for it.

69 Trigger Warning "There's always a duality of good and evil. Aligning yourself with great men is crucial if you aim to be the strongest," Sitting by the fire, I felt a tumult of emotions, none of which carried warmth. Jean held my hand, tracing the lines of my palm with his finger. Despite the platter of food in front of me, I refrained from touching it, repelled by the presence of this monster by my side. Contrary to my expectations upon returning, the room remained empty. I used to dread solitude, but now, I longed for the company of another person.

Her body screamed to move, to escape, but her soul— Her soul was terrified . He was the man who could tear the world apart just to hold her hand. And yet… He was dangerous. He had taken a life—his own blood—without hesitation. All for love. All for her. She stared at the ceiling, eyes wide open. Every inch of her was screaming, yet something inside whispered: There’s no way to escape this hell ⸻ Midnight The clock ticked. Zayden’s breathing was slow, rhythmic. He was asleep. Peaceful.

“Why are you telling me these things?” He smiles. “Because there are things that you don’t understand. When I arrived here and sensed you, I knew instantly that you’d be our undoing, but before it gets to that state, I shall like to tell you a story. A story of how three perfect and pure souls become cursed and barbaric, and how there are many forces in this world which blinds us to the wickedness that we inflict on others.” He is being very serious with the way he’s speaking. “You don’t understand that this thing is a cycle of imperfection. Evil makes evil punish good so that good becomes evil, and it continues to reign.”

"Not a damn thing I can say will convince you that your demise will be anything, but bad. That misconception it totally on you. I've been on the cusp of death and it was awesome for me...that was because I love and was loved. Laugh if you like. You are evil, so 'love' doesn't register with you the way it would to a normal person. Evil isn't strength. Evil isn't a 'tool' that the foolish mass of humanity can't conceive of. Evil is a defect and you are going to find that out the hard way, no doubt," I ruminated. "Philosophy major?" she wondered. "Philosophy minor - Business major," I replied. "Do you believe people can truly be evil?" Anima took her eyes off the road to drink in my introspection. "Without being crazy," she qualified.

I sat as far away from my Father as I could get, holding my ground as he turned and looked into my eyes. I always thought his eyes would be empty, lacking any hint of a soul. I was wrong, his eyes weren't empty. They were filled with a burning hunger that would bring the world to its knees, an anger that consumed every sliver of compassion or conscience. Looking into my Father's eyes taught me something, evil doesn't just pop into existence--evil is born, bred, and taught.

I joust my head playfully, my hooded sinful eyes were staring at his slashed back. Blood was gushing out of his back. He couldn’t even move that freely. I already caused enough mayhem from this place. Everything is about to collapse. It’s been years since I felt this lively. The aroma of fresh bodily fluid is stuffing my nostrils. I inhaled precipitously, sucking in all of their souls. “E-ethan…please, have mercy on me-”

She must save her granddaughter from the same fate that claimed her father. The Jacksons share a common trait: a relentless, unyielding stubbornness. Granny Minama knew this too well. It’s why she regretted ever introducing Demika to the cursed Book of Shadows and leaving her alone with it. The darkness had been calling to Demika, whispering in a language only she could hear, pulling her deeper into its abyss. Granny Minama could see it in her granddaughter’s eyes—eyes now as black as the void, reflecting the demonic forces that sought to devour her soul.

"The darkness in him is waking up! It’s the same rot that fuels Lihont's abominations! It’s parasitic, and it’s reacting to your presence!" Naelis stared at Adrian’s writhing form, the horrific realization washed over her. She looked at his black eyes and the way his skin seemed to crawl as if something was moving beneath the surface. Naelis immediately guessed that Adrian must have fallen victim to Lihont's evil experiments. The kind, quiet boy she had grown up with had been captured, broken, and turned into a vessel for the same darkness they were fighting. The thought of it, made her stomach churn with a mixture of grief and a cold fury.

I press the play button and instead of it playing music just as it's name implies I heard my grandfather's voice,he actually recorded his speech and it says thus; "Let all human race girdle themselves together for death is coming upon us,no one can save us,the evil mark is here and it will consume us all.Be prepared for damnation is here,the angel of death has come for vengeance and he won't stop until he has sucked our blood to it's satisfaction.BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!!!"