Cruel Humanity Novels & Stories

"I'm afraid you're already dead. To me, you're all weaklings. If I kill you, no one will be able to challenge my position." There were too many people who used high-sounding excuses to do inhuman things and do disgusting things. But in fact, this was just a lie to deceive himself and the others. It was just the moral decay and lack of human nature. ... The special envoy in white shook his head. "You're not from the Demon Clan. Sometimes, you don't know how cruel this place is." Samuel said coldly, "It is cruel everywhere. There is competition everywhere. Both animals and human beings are like this. It's just that there must be a trace of human nature in life, right?"

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

"First, there’s much to discuss. X, you’ve always been the anomaly, clinging to the ridiculous notion that humanity can somehow redeem itself. It’s pathetic." I can hear the slight tremor in Y’s voice, a stark contrast to the cold mechanical precision I’ve come to associate with him. The vetala presses, urging him to move faster, to kill me without delay. Y, though, is preoccupied with his philosophy, and I can feel his eyes—one human, one the vetala’s—bore into me from the shadows. "Humanity is a broken thing," Y says, his voice calm, almost pleading. "It cannot control itself. You saw it in your own world, teetering on the brink of destruction. To save it, we must tear it down, rebuild it

He says with a sinister glean in his eye that makes my stomach drop. Surely that can't be true? How could my own body betray me like this? Sure, the two men are gorgeous, but they are vile creatures who care nothing for my kind, our suffering. Humankind is going extinct while they use us for labor, for food and for reproduction in my case. I realize Bennett is watching my reaction to his words so I steel my expression, not wanting to piss off his wolf again. In a way, Bennett is scarier than Rowan. At least with Rowan, what I see is what I get. But with Bennett, he's sweet and attentive until I somehow piss him off. Then he's deadly.

“He was carrying me and I got curious, so I touched him.” “You touched him?” Devrim gasped with wide eyes. “No wonder he snapped. You don’t touch him, ever.” “But why?” He stepped closer and gripped my shoulders as his eyes darted over my face. “We are not human, Vanya. We have lived in a cage since we were old enough to walk. Some of us have suffered abuse—it’s why most of the pride hates humans so much.” He blew out a breath. “You will not survive the impact if we snap.”

Connor practically charged out of the venue. He didn't even bother to change out of the cumbersome formal attire. The old pier was surrounded by patrol vehicles. The air reeked of blood and a faint smell of silver rust that made every werewolf instinctively tremble with fear. It was a poison engineered for our kind, designed to prevent healing and amplify agony. It was a contraband so dangerous that it was strictly banned even on the black market. Chris stood at the entrance of a warehouse with his back against the flashing police lights, holding a transparent evidence bag.

It was a panorama of endless war, cruelty, and suffering. > *"This is humanity,"* the Last King's voice deepened. *"They hurt. They destroy. They repeat the same mistakes."* > The images shifted closer to home: Killian exiling Seraphina, Seraphina crying alone in the Rogue Lands, Cassius smiling as he poisoned a kingdom, the Shadow Wolf imprisoned, and Lyanna dying. Aiden lowered his gaze, fresh tears forming. "They're bad sometimes." "Exactly," the eye narrowed. "And yet... you still love them."

The question from the being within the darkness made the will of heaven smile strangely at it. That figure heard the words of Heaven’s will but remained silent; he did so because he chose to, not because he believed that living beings were a burden or had strayed from their destiny. Unlike Heaven’s will, which truly sought to annihilate life indiscriminately, he still had compassion for his own people. So, when it comes to cruelty, the will of heaven is more cruel than this being, who is called the devourer or the bringer of destruction throughout this universe.

"Oh. I was talking to a corpse all this time." Clyde shrugged it off and stepped over his dead body, aiming his shotgun at another approaching raider. Before he could recognize whose corpse he just walked over, he already planted a hole in his chest. Bloodshed wasn't new to Clyde. He'd witnessed it too often and even did it himself multiple times. He believes that this world does not deserve his pity for those who have sinned. He shows no mercy or even humanity—who even said he had that? He's not even human. Benevolence rarely makes it past his violent walls.

“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