Beyond Good And Evil Book Novels & Stories

"Nietzsche. Dostoevsky. Some philosophy. It's heavy stuff. Might help kill time." She reached out and touched the worn leather cover of Beyond Good and Evil. Her fingers were gentle, almost reverent. It was the first real sign of life I'd seen from her since the library. "You read these?" Still that flat voice. "I do." She opened the book and scanned a random page. Quiet for a moment. Then, without looking up, she said, "Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster." Word perfect. Even her accent nailed the German. My eyebrows went up. "You've read Nietzsche?"

The room fell silent, captivated by the book's sudden appearance. "It contains the record of both the good and the evil that each person has done. This book is the ultimate judge of our actions, as it holds the truth of every soul." "The Book of Life will guide us in determining the outcome of this trial," he continued, his gaze piercing as he looked at me. "It will reveal the truth of your actions and help us reach a just verdict."

Was life always this filled with confusing grey area? I tried to retain as much information as I could. This knowledge might come in handy one day. I studied the man. There was a lot more sides to this then I could ever fathom. There was evil in him, but it would seem that wasn’t all of him. There was a kind of goodness there to, deep down I will admit. A goodness hidden by angry and bitterness. Villains weren’t born, they were created. The monster he had become had been made unknowingly. Was there more goodness to him, then the brief, fleeting moments I had witnessed? I was starting to lose sight of what it was I was meant to be fighting exactly. Maybe whatever this was, was actually better

, she said as she hurried away. Right from now, she had never seen a library as big as this, neither idea about a library with this length, this was just something else, books everywhere, authors she had seen and the ones she had not seen, it was impossible, a library that didn't have an end, ",Who's the keeper of this library?", Iranna asked Blanco, "It has been abandoned. ",he said blankly. An abandoned library in the school, was unheard of, no doubt. "So the idea is to find the Book on Good and Evil by Adolpha Asgorn. ", that was the name of the book,they were to find. "How are we supposed to find this book, any Witch or Lunar powers might actually come into handy.", Alec said, Eyes onto

"Look, Buttercup, forget what you know of religion, most of it is superstition, anyway. Think of life in terms of good and evil, not actions, but motives. A man kills another man to steal his money. That's evil. Now, say a man shoots and kills someone to protect his family. That's not evil, even though the act is the same. Motive makes an act evil or good. That's the basic difference between the Way and the Void. You did something that changed your motives, and Vargas sent the gargoyles after you." The girl stared at the bed with her chocolate eyes. She still had that deer-in-the-headlights look about her. Rhychard couldn't blame her. Gargoyles attacked her, a sword fight saved her, and a co

“Why the fuck did you tell me about your war? You know who I am. Did you plan to kill me all along?” He pulls me in tighter. “No, baby. You needed to know who I am. You’re naïve.” My body stiffens, but he keeps talking. “I’m not saying you haven’t dealt with the bad in this world. But my life… it’s an entirely different level of bad. It’s evil. In my world, the good guys don’t win.”

He lived on the opposite side of the aisle, and I wasn’t sure we would ever meet in the middle. “There is good and evil, no matter how much you deny it. You are evil, and that’s why you are defending yourself.” “I was born evil, and I know that. I can’t tell you how many pets I killed—including the ones belonging to neighbours. I killed when I was very young and I don’t feel anything about it. But I kill people who deserve it. I have never killed anyone who didn’t deserve to die. Some people have never killed people but do heinous things. Who is worse?”

"Why the fuck did you tell me about your war? You know who I am. Did you plan to kill me all along?" He pulls me in tighter. "No, baby. You needed to know who I am. You're naïve." My body stiffens, but he keeps talking. "I'm not saying you haven't dealt with the bad in this world. But my life... it's an entirely different level of bad. It's evil. In my world, the good guys don't win."

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.

If there is good, there must be evil. If there is light, there must be dark If there is heat, there must be cold If there is a man, there must be a woman. In this scenario, i'm the good and the bad are these crooked bastards but the bad outsmarted me in a way I would soon realize.