Gratuitous Violence Novels & Stories

Harvey walked toward Murphy and gave the latter a tap on the face before pouring the entire cup of Black Tea on his head. “Aaaaaaaagh!” Murphy instinctively screamed in pain. At this very moment, his entire body was shaking profusely. They used violence when others spoke reason. They spoke reason when others used violence. No matter what, they would stop at nothing to trample on others and take advantage of the situation. This was the way of rich playboys. But Murphy never thought that he would run into someone way more powerful than him.

These were men who had evolved beyond such crude methods, who had refined violence into something elegant and precise. They were wolves at best, dangerous but predictable in their hunger. These were men who didn't need to raise a gun to end a life. A phone call, a whispered word, a simple nod—these were their weapons now, more deadly than any bullet because they left no evidence, no trace to follow back to the source. They had ascended to a level where physical violence was beneath them, delegated to underlings whose names they might not even know. Clean hands didn't mean innocent ones—it simply meant they had evolved beyond getting them dirty.

I wondered what they were for, maybe Ras I guess, no one was sick or injured in Alpha Galen’s pack which meant peace and tranquillity existed within his pack. “Sometimes it’s good to be violent, no one dares cross your path” “Violence keeps one isolated from the world which is why we managed to control Ras’s violent nature. So he’s only violent when someone violates the law” I explained to him in a manner that he would understand. “If everyone is violent no one would live, many people would die every day but peace and tranquillity in an abode would bring lots of prosperity”

I can feel it crawling over my skin. A man near the center gestures sharply, his voice booming. “You crossed the eastern ridge without permission. That land is ours.” A woman across from him snarls back, eyes flashing. “Your patrol chased the game onto our side. We followed what was already bleeding.” “Liar.” “Say that again.” Several people shift, boots scraping stone. Someone growls low in their throat. My heart starts beating faster, each thud loud in my ears. I hover at the edge, unseen for now, watching the way bodies lean forward, the way hands flex at sides. I’ve seen this before, in different places, with different faces. This is how violence starts. Not with claws, but with pride.

Each person was like a powder keg. This clash was the spark that ignited them all. At first, they were fighting for the gun. But before long, bloodlust took over. No more rules. No more reason. See someone—kill them. The violence spread even further, and even Ray could no longer stay out of it. Someone grabbed a chair and charged at him, eyes bloodshot, face twisted with the thought, 'If it's the end of the world, then let everything be destroyed.' Ray kicked him away with a single blow.

“I would like to apologize to the members of the public for my uncivilized behavior that ended up circulating through social media. I should have known better than to try to get my way through violence. I am of the opinion that such behavior should be shunned and that is why I appreciate the criticisms I have gotten since the video trended. What I did was not only shameful, it was also reckless. If luck wasn’t on my side, the victim of my assault could have been in a worse state. It is just fortunate that he is fine now. On this basis, I apologize to everyone that is concerned with my violent behavior. I am sorry and it won’t happen again.” “Kerry from ABC News!” A reporter shouted, gaining

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> This one was proving resistant to management. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" The violent part he could work with. Violence was clean. Violence had rules and consequences and a referee and a penalty box and everyone understood where the lines were even when they were being crossed. He knew how to be in a violent dynamic. He'd been in them before, on ice and off, and he knew how to hold his ground and when to disengage and how to protect himself without escalating beyond the point of no return. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> It was the other part that was the problem.

So there’s no point in not cooperating with this so-called cycle if people don’t care if some want to stop the unending chaos this universe has. It’s sickening, I admit, but I rather fill myself with satisfaction despite knowing that revenge wouldn’t take my mother back to life nor those I grew fond of. There’s a part of me forcing myself to do so, as this—violence—was the only option I had to claim freedom.

Ethan asked in a deceptively calm voice. Naomi shrugged. "And let them impound my baby as evidence? No thanks. Besides, we all know if the culprit is a shifter our version of justice will be more rapid and fitting." Javier pretended to get shot and slapped a hand over his heart. "Wait? Did I just hear you advocating violence?" Ethan chuckled. Naomi glared. "Ha ha. So funny. I never said violence was never justified; there are occasions that warrant it. But I don't think it's too much to ask that some places, like my home, remain battle free zones."

he chuckled with a cocky smirk on his face, as if he won. Oh no. I played right into his game. Damn it! I smiled, “scared is rather a preposterous word. I’d say I am impressed by your sword skills.” Maintaining his faint smile, he lifted a brow. “Impressed? Ladies generally don’t like violence.” Violence was a word my whole life wrapped around, albeit I was always its victim. But I learnt one thing. It depends on how someone takes violence. Violence does two things: break one’s body and shatter their soul and life, or it crushes them into nothingness and then moulds them anew.