Cruel Universe Novels & Stories

Put together, they presaged secrets not meant for the human mind. About how the original color of elephants was orange. About how the devil had been dethroned by ruthless businessmen of the modern age. About how rocks can talk, but you have to wait half a century for each syllable. About how the footfall of doom was edging to make its first toehold in the world. About how the spirit of the Universe, Spiritus Universum, had been thrown down and supplanted by the specter of the previous universe. All sentient races spawned after that were cursed as interlopers and doomed to be spiritually exiled. Humans were the first example. Then the bag would be ripped away and the real world shone in, chas

The Creator whispered: “Everything that can choose…” He looked upward. “…has chosen.” Auren's eyes widened. “And what did they choose?” The Creator shook his head. “Not all of them chose to live.” The first universe disappeared. Then another. Then thousands. Millions of realities began collapsing. Auren's face filled with horror. “No…” Kael pulled him closer. “Don't look.” “But they're dying!” “They made their choice.” “I can stop it!” Kael looked at him.

He lets out a long sigh before he speaks again. "We need to stay away from eachother. My mother is always right you are not worth it. You are an omega a fucking woman but you can't even take care of unborn pup?" "Jonthan— please.." Trisha starts crying because of Alpha world she is still hurting. "This is my act of kindness Trisha. I don't want to kill you. I can't devorce you now because of my album but I will just wait and watch — I will not forgive you what you did to my pup..."

"Why are you treating me this way? I don't have the right to suck you anymore." "How many times am I supposed to remind you that we are not an item? You bore me to death." I state as bluntly as I can; maybe she will get the message this hundredth time. "Really?" Dark looks at Ruthless. "Beg your brother for me." Ruthless looks at me, then back at Madison. "You and I know that Cruel never lets a woman suck him more than once, so you should count yourself lucky for having that much opportunities."

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.

“It’s going to eat them!” Devlin snorted, watching the “troll”—the Eugarian gorilla, according to the information plaque beside the exhibit—attack the smaller monkeys. “That’s the point,” he said. “The Universe Park subscribes to the notion that animals from different planets should be able to adapt in a hostile new environment. The weak species die out, and only the strongest—and smartest—survive.” “That’s barbaric,” Julian said, his pink lips pursing into a scowl.

The terrified look that gazed at me the night I broke free from the cell, his shocking statements, and the blood that painted my pawn that night. I killed everyone in that house including my stepmother and her daughter! I could hear Xade’s painful growls and violet snarls. He turns into a complete animal, a violet beast, during this time of the year; I doubted a soul would be left to breathe if he managed to break free. Sometimes I wonder why. Why did this curse have to exist? Nobody realized how hard I found it to breathe when I recall how I destroyed the entire alpha building that night. The servants, the warriors including my father!

One by one. Freely. Beautifully. Each universe became its own. Each soul became its own. The dead were no longer trapped. The living were no longer bound. The cycle was ending. Emily smiled. “We did it.” Kael looked at her. “Not yet.” She frowned. “What?” He pointed. One final universe remained. It was darker than the others. Completely silent. No stars. No planets. No souls. Nothing. The Original stared at it. Her face went white.

Black tears fell through the void. And everywhere they touched Life ignited Not destruction. Not collapse. Creation Entire galaxies spiraled into existence from the grief of the First Silence. Stars burned into reality. Worlds formed in flashes of cosmic light. Nebulas bloomed like flowers across the endless dark. Theodore stares upward in disbelief “…Did sadness just create the universe again?” Aurelion’s voice lowers softly “Not sadness.” He watches the galaxies forming carefully. “…Release.” The First Silence Trembles

Beside him stood a figure in a dark hood that even my wolf flinched from. “You’re late, Mason,” Glacier’s voice echoed unnaturally off the cliffs. “The Luna is no longer yours. She is our sacrifice.” With a single motion, he signaled, and dozens of the river’s “undead” wolves charged from behind the waterfall. “Corin!” I looked back—but the barrier snapped shut. Corin remained on the far side, collapsing to her knees from exhaustion, while we were trapped inside with Glacier and his dark army. The trap had closed. But this time, it was I who was cornered.