Cruel Universe Novels & Stories

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.

Numb. The world being cruel and unjust wasn't a news flash. It's something that has just become glaringly obvious, increasingly harder to ignore with the exponentially blossoming intelligence. With intelligence came all things pretty and ugly, sweet and sour, chastely wrapped into a loose bow. The existence of harmony, or it's lack-thereof, will never make sense to Uriel. How can you provide the chance of cultivating life, only to devastate them with natural disaster? Life is a word that sometimes cannot be said. The only constant in this multiverse is suffering.

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.

Only the silence of a world that had been perfectly, terrifyingly cleansed. Richard stood up, his legs steady in a way they had never been before. He looked toward the center of the crater. There, cradled in a nest of hardened, silver silk, lay a bundle. It was small, silent, and radiated a warmth that felt like a sunrise. He approached it, his heart pounding in his chest. As he reached out, the bundle shifted. A pair of eyes opened, looking up at him. They were not human. They were universes—swirling nebulae of silver and gold, reflecting a history that hadn't happened yet.

The joy was so sharp that it felt like a physical sting. "We didn't just stop the plague," Kael said, his voice a low rumble. "We've created a Crystallization of Truth. These aren't just rocks. They're anchors. As long as these exist, the universe can never 'Format' us again. The noise has become solid."

felt afraid. The Luna has reclaimed her Pack! Elara is leading an army of "Archived Assets"—a messy, multi-genre rebellion—down to the "Distribution Hub" to hijack the multiverse's broadcast. But on Floor 0, the "Universal Underwriters" are preparing their final defense: a "Series Reboot" that will turn Elara's own army against her. Can she maintain the "Empathy Link" when her friends are being "Re-Written" into enemies?**

The man called out to hers father in an unspeakably small voice. "Can you lower your voice?" said Angel, staring at the man in disgust. Kevin almost answered Angel, but he stopped his mind when he saw Louis coming. "Calvine ... it's been a while since you came here," said Louis as he approached the man. Kevin chuckled softly. "I'm busy studying." He replied. Him gaze was unintentionally fixed on a man who was now sitting on a chair in the living room quietly. "Uncle ... who is he?" asked Kevin curiously.

Upon hearing his anguished cries, the mob boss, with a satisfied smirk, remarks, "It's not as difficult as you might think, is it?" He then walks away, leaving the man to his fate. The boss retrieves his concealed gun and mercilessly fires a shot straight through the man's forehead, finally relieving him of his excruciating torment. "In my world, I will remain unbetrayed, I will not extend my forgiveness towards acts of betrayal," He uttered through clenched teeth, directing his gaze towards the man who, nonchalantly observing the scene as though it were a cinematic spectacle while smoking.

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.

“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.