Grasping Evil Novels & Stories

Nobody who sees the man would inaccurately tell that he is a good man, for what that bloody percentage of his body resembles only the purest of evil. Malice, greed, pride and all the negativity radiated in the purlieu that made the already darkened atmosphere even gloomier. The man's clone then stood in front of the man and waited for the old grandfather's army to make its move. "What great malevolent aura. How much evil had you done in your life to accrue such karma, devil?" (old grandfather)

I sighed, realizing my tattoos were more important to her at the moment than my cock. “Paralyzed will,” I explained, my hands running up and down her thighs. I could never get enough of touching this woman. Ever. “The ability to act is stripped away, leaving us a mere witness to the horrors of this world. For me, it also embodies the anguish of those who are aware of suffering around them but are rendered incapable of providing the help they are meant to offer. Maybe because we can’t see exactly where the true evil causing the chaos lurks,” I ended decidedly, my hand now perilously close to her beautiful pussy. “That’s…so poetic,” Evelina murmured, her eyes on me with admiration. “I don’t th

These thoughts flitted around in my head as he continued. "They were almost completely absorbed by this...." He extended his arm and grasped at the air as if he was trying to grab the word from the atmosphere,"darkness.It was this deep dark,evil thing that was trying to smother them." He stopped pacing and came to stand infront of me and took my hands in his.His eyes shone with fervor.

“Well sadly that’s not an option for you, my friend. So, this will be your best plan.” (Leviathan POV) I know what he’s saying, but I’m not liking what he’s saying. I can tell this girl is already bad news to me. I can’t believe I kissed her, but her intoxicating smell of cherry blossom was just too much for me and I couldn’t help myself. Now I’m hearing that she just property of a bike club that’s responsible of my mother death, and that she slept her way around the club doesn’t scream make her my wife to me. We get back to the club house as Legion goes straight to the door to unlock it to see that both girls were sitting on the bed.

“Is that what turned you into a soul collector?” “First of all, as I just said, there is no such thing as good and evil, my dear woman,” he replied in a calm and steady voice. “There just is. The society and humanity do not understand my position here or my reason for staying. Therefore, they perceive me as evil. As for collecting souls… I oversee the operation. I, personally, do not collect or transform.” “I can feel your evilness when I stand next to you,” I said with an unbridled candor that shocked me.

If looks could fucking kill… "Don’t push me…" She rasped. "I’ve spent too many years preparing for this moment." Evil. Pure evil spewed from her, and I felt it swirl around us. Clawing at me and trying to sink its talons into me. "Too late…" I whispered.

The jazz singer had also stopped and now turned to look at her meaningfully, a small smile playing across her lips. “When this was still the New World, wild and uninhabited, there dwelt here an ancient evil that had long lain dormant but was soon awakened by the coming of the settlers. It sensed the presence of darkness in the souls of some that came and it stretched and reached out its steely grasp to entrap and lure them with the promise of power and immortality. While most resisted, there were some who…..succumbed to its wicked allure and allowed themselves to become possessed and consumed by the ancient evil. Gilbert was one of these”

Its presence instils fear and terror in those who cross its path, serving as a grim reminder of its immense evil and inherent cruelty. In the darkest nights and deepest shadows, the Skinning of the Minds lurks, awaiting its next victim, poised to sink its claws into the minds of those unfortunate enough to cross its path. It is an abomination, a merciless creature devoid of compassion, embodying the very essence of evil that dwells within the shadows. "Is he going to devour them now?" Gil asked, her voice trembling with fear. "You can't allow that!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with terror.

He spread his arms, his voice deep: “From blood and darkness, I create a new order. The Crimson Pact is no longer just the Blood Emperor and the legacy of the one who sacrificed for this world!” At his feet, hundreds of half-blood beings, once human, now infected with blood, knelt. The chants rose in unison: “For blood! For Evelyn Cross!” Meanwhile, in the wasteland outside Valenfort, Callen Graves, the former Bishop of the Order, who was thought to be dead, was still alive. Half of his body was burned, he held a scorched bible and a test tube containing a drop of pale red blood. He looked towards the red light in the center of the city, laughing hoarsely:

"He subdued unruly wolves, captured people who tried to flee, and turned our land into a damned concentration camp. He classified people as useful, useless, and slaves. He turned a large, free, and powerful pack into a Dantesque caricature of what it means to be a united pack. That man is evil incarnate. And he doesn't do it alone. People talk about a sorcerer who never shows his face, someone who is behind everything. His power seems to have no limits." Claris' words made me feel bile in my throat. This is worse than I imagined, Alondra said. Really? Yes, it means Grace was right, and whatever they're looking for is bad, really bad, Alondra said fearfully. Feeling my beast's fear was terrib