Gratuitous Violence Novels & Stories

Lyra disagreed with me. "What do you mean?" I put a distance between us so that I could see her expression as I tried to understand the reason why she would not want me to avenge what they did to us. "Violence will only lead to more violence. Take, for example, what happened at our wedding; you killed that man even before he could utter a full sentence, and don't you think his death will provoke people, the same way Tristan's death did?" I understood what she was talking about, and she was even saying this without any knowledge whatsoever that Clayton's family were going to come at me for serving their son what he had been asking for.

“Yes, but even so, I'd like to meet this bastard in a dark alley. would do idiot to see stars. His words, the sternness of his tone, was clearly not what she expected. Your eyes widened. —Day! That's... You wouldn't do that. That's so... uncivilized. “Are you saying that this civilized slutty, like property fraud? intellectual, it's acceptable, but punching a bastard isn't it? "Well..." Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and ran across her upper lip as she considered. Your cheeks turned rosy. “Violence is not a solution.” His lips tilted up. in the corners, then the smile took over the whole face, causing the eyes to light up. - To the

We were violence with choreography: efficient, brutal, precise. I saw Maddox take a blow to the forehead and smile through it, blood decorating his temple like a medal. Jax laughed when he tossed a man into the rusted jaw of a loading dock; the sound was half triumph, half insanity. Calder’s claws left ribbons in a rogue’s jacket as he dragged him across the asphalt and held him until the man begged. Evelynn moved with the same terrible economy - she killed by motion, quick and sharp. When a man lunged at her, she spun and used his momentum like a lever, sending him face-first into a metal crate until he stopped moving the wrong way.

Instead, their actions seemed more focused on causing injuries and asserting dominance rather than outright violence. As Rudra observed the scene unfolding, he noted the calculated moves of the combatants. Their strikes were precise yet restrained, indicating a level of control amidst the chaos. It was as though both teams were engaged in a strategic dance of conflict, each trying to outmaneuver the other without escalating the situation to a lethal level.

She wanted to laugh loudly but she was still outside. She opened the gate and door quickly and Broccoli sprung up onto her in excitement. She sat on the couch and rubbed her hand over Broccolis back. She could not contain her laughter any longer. She laughed so hard tears dripped. KARMA IS A B****. THEUR GEYSER BURST soaking their entire kitchen, ceiling and furniture. Sarah did not feel bad one bit. They deserved it. She wondered to herself " how can someone preach the name of the divine lord, but treat his creatures so horribly. They simply had no heart and they definitely did not follow rule if thumb, practice what you preach".

"I might get mad but I won't get violent. I won't ever do that," Raphael said immediately, "In the civilized world, what my brothers can't seem to understand is that, violence is messy, inefficient, and highly illogical. It ruins business, and it creates problems that take too much time to fix. If someone angers me at the office, I use my brain to crush them financially or professionally. I do not use my hands." A small, playful smile crept onto my face inside my helmet. I couldn't help myself. I wanted to pester him. I wanted to see if I could find a single crack in his perfection.

“What do you mean, why? The man put his filthy hands on you!” “That does not mean you can kill him!” I fired back. “You can’t go around killing everyone that puts a finger on me. Or would you?” “By God,” he started, his voice gruff, “I would do that if I had to. You don’t seem to know the kind of man I am, yet, doll. I believe you will start to understand reality soon.” “Do you think violence solves anything?! You don’t have to spill blood at any little inconvenience!”

No restraint. And that’s when— something inside me snaps. Not control. Not strategy. Something deeper. Something darker. I move. Not calculated. Not precise. Just— violent. I step in instead of back— take the hit— ignore the impact— and drive forward. Hard. My shoulder slams into him— force— momentum— collision. He stumbles. Just slightly. That’s enough. I follow through— strike— again— again— no rhythm— no pattern— just destruction.

He abandoned all business strategies and subtlety, resorting to pure, brutal violence. He shot without a moment’s hesitation, broke the bones of his opponents with his bare hands, and advanced relentlessly toward the balcony where Lucas stood. Lucas desperately tried to reload his weapon, but Mavric was already there, towering over him. He seized Lucas by the throat and slammed him violently against a stone pillar, cracking the solid masonry. “You murdered my mother,” Mavric whispered, his eyes dark and swirling with hatred. “And now… you have killed the only reason I ever wanted to remain human.”

“It is not our fault, that boy looked for our trouble first? Just because he has a leg, is he unauthorized to behave as he wants?” “No.” “Most human beings are not so thoughtful, they are arrogant, rude and do not take the interests of others to heart…” “But that's basically the same for any creature in this world?” I cut in. “Don't make yourself come to the light because of them, sometimes violence is not the answer, hidden violence is.” “Hidden violence?” Nicky frowned and looked at me puzzled.