A Practical Guide To Evil Novels & Stories

“So you agree, Maggie?” “How can you not? I’m by no means religious, nor do I pretend to be, but I’m not blind to the world. If there is a God, a greater good, then there must be a devil and a greater evil to balance it out. The greater evil is in the people sitting on both death row and a park bench. If there is a hell, it’s most definitely empty. Ask anyone who has been unfortunate enough to come into contact with one of those people and has demons of their own left over. They’ll tell you that the devils are here disguised as one of us.” “So you’re saying you could be sitting among devils and not know it?” Her eyebrow raised and she paused in her pacing.

"We have as much good as evil in us. It's not worth wasting time-fighting evil with good because it doesn't work. Give them what they deserve, and don't look back. Because they wouldn't." I stared at Caris, considering her words. They were a little scary, but they carried the truth. We are told that we should be good and that we should forgive, and sometimes, we only expose ourselves to further suffering by allowing evil people to trample on us again. Not this time. I am returning to this dungeon with one task: to play my part and not let the bad guys win.

“I dress for these sessions like I’m already undressed. I catch myself practicing the way I would kneel if you told me to. And I hate that I like it.” Marcus rested his forearms on his knees. The charcoal shirt today was open at the throat. “Hate is useful. It means the part of you that wants this is still fighting the part that thinks it shouldn’t. That tension is where the real work happens.” “Is this still work?” “Yes.” He reached into the drawer of the low table and drew out a single sheet of paper, edges yellowed, heavy black redaction bars across most of the text. He set it between us.

he asked. I showed him and led his hand so he could find the blood spots. I thought it was better not to go out on the street with a guy who clearly looked like he butchered something… or someone. Maybe I supposed to be more concerned about it all. The speed at which I adapted to my current surroundings scared me. Maybe it was self-denying, maybe my mind chose to block the fact that I was dealing with people for whom human life was far less than sacred, but maybe… I was just getting used to it. They say that everyone carries their own darkness, it is simply our choice whether we would let it out or keep it locked. Mine, was clearly coming out on surface…

"What if Doctor Morgan was telling the truth? Like there was really an existence of ghost in the cell." "But he was insisting that it was Anika who was crying out for help," Angelic added. "Angelic, I am not sure about this, but, it was not possible to happen. Sometimes, one way to know the truth behind a mysterious crime was through ghosting. The victim asked for help, it could be visiting someone in his dream or invading his real world. What happend to Anika was mysterious, I had encountered cases where demonic possessions took place. And it was not possible that it could happened."

I sighed and got up from her. “When you set out to change the world, slowly the world starts changing you. You think you are the one fighting evil and changing the world, but in reality, you become the greatest evil and lose sight of reality, right and wrong. Don’t walk down that path. Do not lose sight of your goodness in order to blind the evil,” Wake said.

“You are evil…” The man spat at her. She arched an eyebrow and looked at the man. “I’m evil?” She asked shocked slightly. She shook her head “Sweetheart…you don’t know evil…you haven’t seen evil..I have…do you know what it is like to hold a dying child in your arms as you bleed out yourself because someone thought it was good to shoot them, just because they weren’t human? How about doing the same thing again, but with twins…and they were your own…would you call the children evil because they were not human? Or would you call their murderer evil? How about the person that burns down a whole town filled with women and children just because they aren’t human? How about being the person that ri

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

"Your essence? I thought you wanted your son to live?" "He has already been released!" The voice held a sinister laugh behind his words. "Katherine, don't be a fool. This is pure evil that wants to destroy our world." Elizabeth tried to beg me to do what she saw as the right path. The world isn't simply divided into good and bad or right and wrong, though. Evil, as we perceive it, is merely the absence of good, much like darkness is the absence of light. Within me, there exists no inherent goodness, light, or kindness, only a drive for self-preservation and a thirst for power to ensure that no one ever stands in my path again.

“There should be a balance. In the world we live in, we have Good and we have Evil. The two coexist together. And we have accepted it. Evil exists so that we appreciate the Good. Good exists to subdue and neutralize the effects of the Evil. We all need the Good and the Evil to live in peace.” The air starts to calm as I speak. I can feel their curiosity peak. They are curious to know what I have to say. “When there is more Good than Evil, there would be a problem, even if you do not see it that way. And honestly, having more Good than Evil is not necessarily a bad thing. It sure is better than having more Evil than Good.” I pause. “And that is the problem we have at Alkhemi. There is way mor