I Am Evil God Novels & Stories

Suddenly a copy of himself dressed in black appeared at his left hand side and spoke "Take it Vicoliz. If you want to be Action god, accept to be evil, grab this once in a lifetime opportunity and grab this spear. Being evil is what is best" Then another copy of himself dressed in white appeared at his right hand side and spoke "Don't listen to the devil. gods aren't meant to be evil. A god is meant to be pure of heart and clean. Don't give in to the evil side of you" "No don't listen to him! Listen to me" The evil side of his copy yelled. "No!! Listen to me!" The good side yelled. Then they both started yelling into his ears as his mind started going crazy.

I roll my eyes, “Don’t insult my intelligence. I was nearly struck down by lightning by someone who cursed you and because they hate you, want me dead. It’s simple deduction. Jartre is the only God with the power to shatter worlds and harness the power of lightning. A God who can rip a hole through the very fabric of existence, which is why he’s called the God of Gods.” “Could have been a raitruum who attacked,” he says feebly, his words sending an unpleasant zap through my spine. I scoff, “You don’t even believe that. Besides, I’m friends with the raitruum and they wouldn’t do that. Are you really going to tell me I’m wrong? All this time I was thinking a makkari was doing this. I even thou

"What have I done wrong? The truth is crystal clear to everyone. You, a vile creature with twisted desires, a deranged monster who would extinguish any life for a taste of power. You have bathed in the blood of the innocent, driven solely by the insatiable hunger for POWER. Open your eyes, if you dare, and witness your own reflection—a living manifestation of pure evil." "Indeed, the time has come for the reckoning, for you to face the weight of divine retribution...," "Ivar, you have raised under my wing. Why have you chosen this treacherous path? Cease this madness, for there may still be a sliver of hope left...!" Ivar's lips curled into a sinister smirk, his eyebrows twisting with a wick

assistant"> However, just before the final clash between the gods and the elves, a shocking piece of news spread through both camps: the Evil God had intervened, seizing control of the air route above the Ginnungagap Rift and blocking the gods’ advance. The Evil God—Loki. This name had already become the greatest threat to Asgard. Rumor had it that he possessed immense destructive power, with three heads and six arms, a grotesque appearance, and that he had fathered three children with his former wife Angrboda—each capable of transforming into monsters, all serving as the main combat force of Jötunheim. Yet their father himself had never appeared. Across the desolate battlefield stretched en

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

I was an employee at a secretive research lab located overseas, and I accidentally discovered an impending apocalypse known as the pyro-calypse, so I resigned from my job immediately. But before I left, I signed an NDA with the research lab that stated I must never leak any details about the apocalypse to other people to prevent mass panic on a global scale. After getting off the plane, I went home with my luggage in town. I hoped to convince my mom, Dorothy Locke, and my younger brother, Nicholas Kennedy, to head to the mountains, where we could stock up on supplies and tough out the apocalypse there.

“Your Goddess deceived and abandoned you, just as she did to me, after making you suffer so much in this life.” “How do you know?” I murmured through my tears. “They say I am evil because I want to plunge the world into darkness, but this world is already dark and cold. Friends betray friends, taking the lives of the innocent. Gods pretend to be benevolent just to keep loyal puppets in their hands, manipulating them.” “Isn’t that exactly what you do with your cult followers?” the Alpha growled, struggling to stand, positioning himself as a shield in front of me. I heard him gasp as he was thrown violently away, his body slamming into a pillar, the impact echoing through the temple.

he stresses. She frowns with concern, glancing from him to me. “I admit I got a bit worried when I sensed the presence of a God approaching. Haven’t felt that kind of energy since I was turned into a visum.” “This is Azadou, the God of Malice,” Ayawamat introduces. I give her a stiff nod in greeting as her eyes widen considerably. “You…you’re the one who created the eyti,” she breathes in disbelief. “That’s correct,” I confirm with displeasure.

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

It’s been one month since I found out I was pregnant. I can’t believe how fast the child inside me is growing. Or how evil it is. As a goddess, I can feel the baby. I know what it feels. I see what it thinks. And this child—this thing—is the embodiment of pure evil. The visions it sends me are bloodcurdling. Being the child of a fallen angel and a goddess, it has taken all our knowledge and twisted it together into something horrific. It’s planning how to destroy the world, overthrow Heaven, and kill the Christian God. With that power, it intends to create and annihilate entire universes, raining its twisted sense of justice across them.