Gratuitous Violence Novels & Stories

Nikita, was unmoving, her face streaked with tears, her body locked in a prison of despair. A predatory growl tore free from my chest, a primeval force that had lain dormant, now awake and furious. I surged forward, hands seizing the man in a grip that promised retribution. The world narrowed to the single purpose of my rage, fists pounding with ferocity. The man's face became a canvas of bruises and blood, his cries of agony lost beneath the symphony of violence. Some instinct whispered to me to stop, yet I couldn't—each strike a catharsis, a vow that Nikita would not fall victim again. My fury ruled until the man's life was spent beneath my unyielding fists.

“Bullshit! It was important to fight for survival, but leaving a trail of corpses in your wake was not the right way to do it. There was always another method for the two sides to coexist peacefully. Solving a problem through violence and force was never a good idea.” Just when I was about to scold Vincent for his stupid idea, he put a finger on my pinched lips to silence me. Then he said in a casual tone: "Whatever, I was the one who gave the order. I will bear all sins alone. I will be happy to pay any price to achieve my goal!"

He paused clicking his tongue against his inner cheek. "Violence." Cyril closed his eyes palming his bloody hand on his head. "She has once gave a speech on condemning any kind of violence in her university and she clearly said that there is nothing she hates in this world more than gangsters, and the people who thinks violence is a solution." After Shawn stopped the information, Cyril chuckled letting out a small laugh. "And I am a fucking mafia boss, an epitome of violence! Fuck me!" Shawn pressed his lips into thin lips and as expected, Cyril went berserk again by smashing the only champagne bottle saved in the farce a while ago was also crashed on the floor.

River was leaning against the doorframe with the most annoying smirk on his face like he had just walked in at the perfect moment. My eye twitched. “Excuse me?” He shrugged casually. “You heard me.” “Oh you’re funny today,” I said sweetly. River crossed his arms. “No seriously. Watching you complain like this is painful.” That was it. Without even thinking I grabbed the nearest object from the desk and threw it directly at him. River barely moved before catching it mid air. The idiot was still smiling. “You see,” he said calmly, “violence only proves my point.” Jayden pinched the bridge of his nose.

"He is perfectly capable of understanding how and when to apply violence. When told to stop, he stops. When told to behave incorrectly, he restrains himself." "Violence is our purview," a senior from Africa (accent suggested Cameroon) said...in Hittite. "To let men hold the reigns of conflict is to invite disaster – again." I was getting an immersion lesson in Hittite, that's for sure. "Cáel," Katrina's voice caught me off-guard, "did you like hitting Madi and Rhada?" "God, no," I gulped. "My Dad would be furious with me for hitting a girl, even more for hitting two."

So before you continue reading, you should be prepared to come across matured content, torture and killings. I'm not a fan of violence or rape. Violence would be to the minimum, only to give meaning to the story. **There shall be no rape of any sort.** Happy Reading!!!

As my legs finally gave out, I shut my eyes and prayed to fully lose my consciousness fully so I would feel nothing. Maybe one act of violence would end every other violence once and for all…

Jessica smiled and continued, "Violence is the product of impulsive people with no brains." Mr. Marcus remained silent, his complexion slightly warming. She was right, violence couldn't solve the problem. "I guess you're so well-behaved in front of Old Mr. Alston because you want to take over Noblefull Group and defeat Gootal Group, and then drain Noblefull Group of its resources, right?" Jessica wagered that even if he denied it, there was a 99% chance that this assumption was true given Mr. Marcus' twisted nature. "You're really clever!" Mr. Marcus didn't dodge the question and admitted it straightforwardly.

"Tell me how that made you feel when you were told the story." "Proud. Mordecai was trying to destroy reform through violence." "Your father murdered someone and you're proud of it. That's concerning, Ronan. That's ego glorifying violence." "It was defense—" "It was killing. Taking another wolf's life. And you celebrate it because the victim was labeled 'enemy.'" Matthias's tone was disappointed rather than accusatory, which made it worse. "True Reform transcends the enemy/ally dichotomy. Understands that violence, even defensive violence, perpetuates separation rather than unity."

Irvin questioned, getting angry. “Lots of people have done lots of awful things to me but I’m not hurting anyone in return. Stooping to the level of the oppressor never makes you any better. Violence is not the option for any kind of cruelty.” Zadkiel stood up. He was way too angry to just sit around and pretend it was nothing. “We just beat him for what he did. I wanted to murder him.” Irvin scoffed. “And I’m very happy and proud of you that you controlled yourself and didn’t act on your angry reflexes but the beating was not necessary as well. I went through pain and everything but did your violence take away the pain I had gone through? No. It didn’t do anything.”