Cruel Humanity Novels & Stories

His world collapse and his vision become one of a fragment! A voice rung his ears in a hurry, “Hunter, hunter!” “Grandma...” he barely said as his vission shrank and deeply immerse to the darkness. The voice can only cry out and is vanish without traces. It can only muttered the regrets, “The cruel world couldn't be halted nor ended... Why did I ever thought it can be?” The matter with the cruelty of this world is something undefined. There's no actual definition, and whether it is form of a violence no one dare to ever certain.

Alicia was pitiful in Slejj's case, selling his body to an unseen malevolent life and leaving his own home in order to save and defend the people who hate him with all their might. People who made great sacrifices for the common good were viewed unfairly by the world. The world rewarded his motives by stripping him of the one thing that made him human, his spirit, for what the first king ever did was to preserve mankind, both the Gifted and the normals. Slejj was now in the same condition, except his body wasn't really his own at the time."Everyone is terrified of losing something, whether it's the one thing that distinguishes them from the vurhans or some other species. My humanity was what

He had to uphold his family's reputation, their integrity; he had to make his mother proud, and he could only do that by becoming the one thing that ensured a life of animosity and cruelty and indifference towards those who are differnt from them or poor for them, whose powers were fed by foul, unspeakable sources, who threatened to devastate the balance of life that was his mission to defend. Alpha's were not allowed to feel. Feelings made them weak. Incapable. So why, why, why did the name Trisha, the Omegas of all Omegas, make him feel so...so... No. No. Jonathan punched a wall. She kill his pup. Fuck. His knuckles, pale white from strain, began to trickle red, blood trailing down along h

I am not ordinary, up until a few days ago, I have been the heir to power and as such I cannot be even the slightest bit cruel. And I've been so very fucking cruel. Even though I was like them, I was different because of my seat in power. They can be exactly like I was, even worse but they expect me to be perfect. And I can't be perfect. I'm just fucking human. And they, the public are not! They are not humans. They surely can't be humans, because why the hell would anyone be so inconsiderate of someone else's life? And even though there are a few that think the general idea of the public could go to hell, how many were there?

“His Holiness Valda. They both watched on as a frail elderly man stepped forward. He was smiling at both of them. “Please,come, sit.” He offered and the warmth he exuded was palpable. Marlon was still apprehensive about all of this. He recalled how to get out if anything went wrong. They seemed like kind holy men, but Marlon was all too familiar with wolves in sheeps clothing. “We are here about the Jewel of Humanity.” Marlon spoke loudly and gruff. Hoping that statement would prick and enliven their true nature. “I know nothing of it,” he said simply.

Liam had snatched whatever I had. I didn't know when my tears started to fall. All I did in my life was cry. Pregnancy should be a nice period in a woman's life. But it seems like I am not included in that category. I have been crying throughout my pregnancy and I am tired of it. I wanted it to end so that I could enjoy this period with a smile. I want to be loved. But it looks like I am asking for something which is not in my destiny. In Cruel Destiny.

"You're afraid of me." I swallowed. Of course I was afraid and frightened; Tonight, he had killed someone without hesitation, without hesitation, what could be more natural than for a non-murderer to fear a murderer? I admit that I have never thought deeply about murderers before, but I think that taking the life of another person, not hesitating in taking the life of another person, not having any remorse after taking it, was the worst point of humanity. "No, I'm not afraid," I denied as the silence grew and engulfed us, for fear might have panicked and thought I was going to do something wrong. "I just want to go home."

That killing him would never be the right answer to my guilt. I wanted so much to get out of this, I wanted so much to stay away from this world... What the hell, I know exactly that from the moment I say the answer my father wants to hear, all my uncle's words will be in vain. All this because in the midst of so much hate, there is an intense look of similarity. This is what it means to be a Savoia. If you are born a beast... you attack. If you play prey... you die.

Cruel isn't? The feeling of being prohibited, to love and show your affection towards the love of your life. Loving someone is already a sin in the Tribe of Picaresque. They are prisoners, of their own people and leaders. Why can't they just live equally, right? It will be more amazing and fruitful. Power and wealth, can really change one's personality. Outside or even inside of it. They eat by their own ambition. Greed ambitions. I'm really wondering, how could they get sleep? After all the bad things they've done to their own kind, are they still consider as human?

But as we grow, change, the love changes. The third time is always the charm, the third love, the unconditional love, the one you never see coming, the one you were never looking for, the one that creeps on you and blows the air out of your lungs, the one you can easily call your soulmate. But it's messy, it's ugly, it's often selfish. But caring for them is as involuntarily as breathing. At the end embracing all their imperfections is what makes it all unconditional. This I how it works; you love until you don't, and if you do love - you'd sacrifice anything and everything to keep that feeling - until your last dying breath, praying to God that you won't get harmed.