Cruel Humanity Novels & Stories

She hoped silently that the right words would come. She addressed those on the platform. "You are right that humanity is flawed. We make poor choices, hurt one another, and ruin so many good things." Aurora paused. Where was she going with this? Humans were terrible at times; she knew that too well. However, she did not want to see them come to ruin. Why? "But…but love. Love sets humanity apart. I love my people so much that I will give my life for them. Kill me now, but do not condemn my kind when you know the coming doom. If humanity is not worth saving, perhaps love is."

He groaned They chuckled and obeyed immediately,, " We are really happy to see you in the council after a long time,,with,, your mate. " Another one said,, she's a female Alyssa wonder why they all look so amazing,, they are really not human. " But,,she's human. " " What is wrong with her being a human??" Luther snapped and they all kept quiet. " My father,,, is alive " Luther said and they all stood up in fear " Rodolfo is alive?? " They all asked at the same time

No one should have to experience their loved one dying such a gruesome death. "I was cruel to kill them in that way," Sol admitted dejectedly, and I nodded my head staggeringly. "Perhaps," I agreed with him, "but cruelty is inherent within survival. Your cruelty was an effect of cruelty. But theirs came from fear. Their cruelty stemmed from misunderstanding and hatred." I lifted his head from my chest to stare into his blood-tear-stained face. "That is why you are not a monster. That is why it was you who deserved to live above those human men."

The lycan queen turned them into one of her killers, murderers, and predators who only knew how to survive by taking blood from humans. What takes encouraging lineages centuries to evolve was savaged in a single week. The children they raise with love are murdered in an instant. What war devastates takes so very long to heal from. It shattered bones when all that was needed was a hand of friendship and kind words. Yet this was the land of the never-loved and never-hopeful. This was the land in which the frigid dispassion of the apex predator damaged the prefrontal humanity, lessening the capacity for productivity and perspective-taking, and enhancing the primitive "blood lust" mode. Only Hen

And softly Almost like the truth physically hurt to say He admitted: “I stopped seeing them that way.” Silence detonated across the room. Because that That was the true horror of people like Vale and Hale. Not cruelty alone. Dehumanization. The ability to look at suffering long enough until it became numbers instead of people. Damon looked disgusted. “That’s not science.” Hale met his gaze quietly. “No.” A pause. “It wasn’t.” Another overload surge slammed violently through Cassian. He screamed harder this time. The synchronization chair sparked brutally enough to ignite flames along one side of the console.

The sharp click of her 5-inch heels echoed through the lobby. She stopped in the center of the hall, her expression unreadable as she looked at the still little figure on the floor. "Still putting on a show? Is this what Howard taught you—how to fake sympathy? You really think that if you act pitiful enough, I'll soften up? Keep dreaming." Each word cut through me like a blade, stabbing my soul again and again. I wanted to scream—how could she? How could she believe such cruelty of her own child? My boy was gentle, obedient, innocent… Tears spilled onto his face.

I feel weak from all the running and crying. "I see you've sobered up." "Excuse me?" "Humans are truly pathetic creatures. They would do anything to escape pain, even though they couldn't live without it." "I don't know who you are, but I should probably let you know that referring to other people as humans makes you sound like a sociopath," I state.

They held them captive, subjecting them to torture, starvation, and lethal poisons in their merciless search for a weapon capable of eradicating the vampire race. This heinous act of barbarism strengthened humans' belief that we, the supernatural creatures, were malevolent and constituted a serious threat to their safety. The delicate balance of calm was destroyed, and we were all consumed by an expanding war. Our species fought to preserve our existence, while humans sought to exterminate us, leaving a path of loss and misery in their wake.

“Well, you do throw a punch like some lovesick girl. No wonder your pack can be easily conquered. Even the women are so fragile like twigs that can easily be snapped with one stomp of my foot.” “Why are you so cruel, Alpha Cain?” “All Alphas are cruel.” I was about to interject when he spoke. “Because that is what the world is, Anastasia,” he tilted his head, “And believe me, being cruel is just blending along with most people, werewolves and humans alike.”

He had drunk the blood of those people while they had been alive and took away their souls after their death, turning them into wraith puppets to become part of his great powers. At this moment, he had nearly three thousand wraith puppets by his side! What kind of idea had this man come up with? This guy had killed at least three thousand people! He had devoured them fresh while they were still alive and had let them die in excruciating pain. It was extremely cruel. A terrible sin. For this kind of man to continue living, it was a stain on all of humankind. “You deserve to die!” Alex spat out coldly. The old man snorted coldly. “I don’t want to. You can donate your corpse instead!”