Cruel Universe Novels & Stories

"I thought I deleted that folder." We have just officially broken the Fourth Wall and entered the "Macro-Verse." The stakes are no longer planetary; they are "User-Level." The Feral Six are now physical "bugs" in the room of their creator—and they have a million souls in their pocket.

"It was its first attempt. But it failed. The song was wrong. It was flawed. The universe it tried to create… it collapsed in on itself. It never lived. It never had a single note, a single story, a single moment of life." He pointed a trembling finger at the Wound. "That… that is the corpse of that first universe. It's the Composer's greatest failure. Its greatest shame. It's a wound that never healed. And the pain of that failure… it festered. It turned into this… this silence. This hunger. It's not evil. It's a scar. A scar that is so deep and so old it has become a cancer, eating everything around it because it is in so much pain."

Not cruel. Just certain. “It wouldn’t give you peace. It would destroy whatever you’ve managed to rebuild.” ⸻ “You don’t get to decide that,” Sienna whispered. The first real emotion breaking through. Not anger. Something deeper. Something hurt. ⸻ Isabelle finally looked at her fully again. And this time, there was no pretending. No softness layered on top. Just truth. Raw and unfiltered. ⸻ “You’re right,” she said. “I don’t.”

I didn't want to become a monster. "Eleanor—" "Maybe we can still remove it with a blood transfusion." "Eleanor." His voice made me snap out of my panic. "You won't change. My blood only heals you. Volders have a much faster metabolism than humans; we don't have blood types, so our blood easily integrates with human blood." I could only hear the first part. All my attention was focused on one thing: his expression now looked hurt, even though he tried to hide it behind a neutral face.

And everything he said is the truth. “He’s right. If the fundraiser goes well, then I would like to form a team so we can devote our time to stopping these things. Last year, a pack in northern Europe was skinning young women because they believed it prolonged their lifespan. The pain drives them mad. They start to do horrendous things, just like he said. We need this for our species. The last thing we need is for the disease to convince a wolf to kill a vampire or a bear shifter. Starting war with other species is not what we need to do.” They murmured amongst each other but agreed.

So big that Kennedy didn't even bother to brag about Brandon's cruelty. Brandon had foolishly invited his own death. "Now you see for yourself, right, Rachel? How that cruel Alpha killed your father. He had no compassion and only cared about himself," Kennedy whispered right in Rachel's ear. "Ah yes, not just your father, but anyone. He sheds the blood of anyone, regardless of whether they have a family or not." The incident when Brandon slaughtered another alpha instantly came back to Rachel's mind. And that day was her own wedding day. Kennedy was right. Brandon didn't care about anyone as long as he was satisfied.

Sure she wasn't aware of how she had become an alpha, but she did believe that it was the universe’s way of saying fuck you to the Franzels and the Marshalls for what they had done to her. They had been cruel and she wasn't going to let them forget about it. "Let's go Gemma.”

A universe where pain was mathematically impossible. But in his desperate quest to eliminate pain, he had forgotten the trade-off. In a universe where pain was impossible, so was joy. So was hope. So was love. So was life itself. The jagged crack spread exponentially across the prehistoric darkness. The Devourer screamed—a shattering, agonizing sound that tore at the fabric of space-time. But it was no longer a roar of unbridled, monstrous anger. It was a scream of pure, unfiltered sorrow.

because Humans are worse than them. Humans who are ruling our world are worse than these creatures of God. Animals are much, far better than Humans because these humans broke me, snatched my everything, and threw me behind bars. I was a fighter. I was a survivor. But in this cruel world, these humans made me rotten. Now, I'm Cruel. I'm cold-hearted. I'm a Killer because I killed Myself. I killed my baby. I killed my own happiness. I ruined my own heart.

A thread of black aura approached him before gathering to form a man with a tail. “My Lord,” Ludwig approached him and greeted him respectfully, “I have followed the wishes of the Heavenly Path and performed the Third Calamity. Every human being in this universe has now been cursed. When do we perform the Fourth Calamity?” A hoarse voice answered, “The Fourth Calamity… “We can’t exterminate them, nor can we simply turn a blind eye to them. If we exterminate them all, the Twelfth Universe will be hollowed out. When the other universes attack, there’s nothing I can do to stop them,” the man murmured.