Grasping Evil Novels & Stories

She even knew that the villagers would do anything for money. "Fredrick... Not all people are good. You see us Humans are creatures that are made of equal amounts of good and evil. sometimes Evil exceeds good and sometimes good exceeds Evil. At times we do evil for a good cause but... But there is none in this world who is completely pure. Neither you nor I... Nor the citizens of the Empire..." said Rubia I know that… Much more than you think I do Rubia... They arrive at Fredrick's palace opposite to which was a Palace built for Rubia by the Emperor when she was young. *

"What if Doctor Morgan was telling the truth? Like there was really an existence of ghost in the cell." "But he was insisting that it was Anika who was crying out for help," Angelic added. "Angelic, I am not sure about this, but, it was not possible to happen. Sometimes, one way to know the truth behind a mysterious crime was through ghosting. The victim asked for help, it could be visiting someone in his dream or invading his real world. What happend to Anika was mysterious, I had encountered cases where demonic possessions took place. And it was not possible that it could happened."

"Yes, Miss, indeed, you are right. No one has the right to force you do something you are not obligated to do. But all I'm asking is your kindness. That's the only thing I can possibly receive in a matter where no rule is applied." I finally faced the woman and I clearly saw how she blinked her eyes the moment she witnessed my reaction — indifferent, uncompassionate, disgusted. Well, I have no time playing like an angel. If they think I am evil, my deepest apology folks, I don't care. "Kindness, you say?" I laughed sarcastically. "What a luxury word. It is so luxurious that I almost forgotten it exists. Because you know," I tilted my head, my eyes are glued back on the road, "if courtesy run

The logical part of my brain, which hadn't shut down yet–raised alarm–warning me to stop before it went too far. I wanted to listen to the warning but, I couldn't. All these foreign emotions were clouding my brain and channeled my focus to the pleasure coursing through my body. His grinding became urgent and the pressure was building up within me. I felt like something was out of reach and just when I was about to reach it–his mobile blared. "Fuck!" He cursed and I let out a whimper when I lost contact. "I need to take this," he hissed when he saw the caller ID.

Although he had been meditating with his eyes closed, he had heard everything that happened outside clearly. Wilbur was deeply moved by the help of the four. However, today's events also made him realize something very serious concerning the evil gods. Evil gods were special entities that transcended time and space. Ordinary people who sacrifice to the evil gods can only gain some power. However, certain exceptionally strong individuals, such as Emperor level practitioners like Patrick and Svenberg, not only gained power when they sacrificed to evil gods but might even be chosen to become its puppets. The power of an evil god puppet far surpassed that of ordinary cultivators. Wilbur had enco

Legend “The greed and greed of a person awaken in him the basest desires, which give rise to black envy. This is exactly what happened to a little boy who grew up in an ordinary peasant family. Knowing nothing but labor and deprived of the benefits that noble people possessed, Demid nurtured true evil in himself. And evil, as you know, always breeds evil. Desiring power and great strength, with the help of magic on the night of the full moon, after performing the rite of conversion, he was reborn into a creature that the people had not seen before.

And when it went south, he just moved on. And it hurt. To think that everything was nothing. Nothing at all. It hurt worse than any other torture I went through. But I still keep a blank face. And I lie. "No." I am a liar after all. And I'm Evil. I'm so evil that I can eat the God of everyone and shoot the angels dead. Arson for breakfast and homicide as seasoning. Toxins melt in my blood and plagues fear my gaze. Any vice would avoid me and sin can't bare to think of my clawing razing hands. Another dead soul is a piece on my mantle. Heaven dares not reign above me for fear of being grabbed and swallowed whole. Hell turns chilly when my name is mentioned and death runs to a holiday in obliv

“You took it. The recording. Why?” She laughed softly and mockingingly. “Why do you think? Some things are better left in the dark. Your father understood that. Darrius understood it. You… you’re still playing the knight.” I reached for the envelope. Her grip tightened. “Touch it, and I’ll make sure Eve never looks at you the same way again.” My hand froze mid-air. The rain kept falling, soaking us both, turning the street into a mirror of blurred lights and shadows. I could feel the wolf rising again—claws itching under my skin, teeth aching to bare.

He looked like he’d kissed people breathless, ruined them softly, and then walked away without flinching. I knew better. I knew better. I told myself. But when he turned, just a little, and his eyes brushed past mine. Just for a fleeting second, something ignited inside of me. My breath hitched, heat grew from my inside and my legs shifted without permission. This wasn’t good. This was dangerous. I didn’t know him, but my body reacted like it did. What are you even thinking, Eve? You’re here for a job, not a sin. And that’s when it happened, like the universe was trying to save me from myself.

Moonlight through the window cast shadows, but after a quick scan she knew the room was devoid of life save for her. And then she saw it. In the vanity mirror. A reflection of the window. And looking in through the window was a creature that should not exist. That cannot be from this world. Too horrible for words. Just know, that this thing was evil. Even in the pale light, she could see the vile intentions in its inky eyes and snarling, fangled mouth. It looked excited. And hungry. Its grey hands pressed against the glass, each elongated, alien finger leaving a film residue behind as it dragged its claw-like nails down the window.