I Am Evil God Novels & Stories

Why am I allowed to hurt? All my life I’ve only done what’s good. But the millions of cells that make up me and my consciousness say that I am beyond evil and I deserve eternal hellfire. This is called despair. How can I be bad and good at the same time? Except my judgment had lapsed and I’ve been evil all along? Please help me. Is there a God? Are there gods? Please if anybody is out there please help me. I am beyond salvation. *** The chatroom received one screaming message.

The smell of rotting flesh and vomit welled up as a dark figure began to climb up over the two females. Isabella shut her eyes a moment as light surrounded her protecting her at the same time. She saw a vision of an ancient forgotten race of men who were much taller and very evil. They had reddish hair and long skulls. Their eyes were dark and filled with malice. All at once she understood everything they had done and who they were today. The knowledge that was hidden on purpose by them flooded into Isabella all at once from deep within her mind. She opened her eyes. “So, you chose the smallest and weakest among us as your prey. You raped them. You killed them. You ate them. You are filth. Y

It was a dark and cold winter night when Velion, the God of wrath and evilness decided to invade the Kingdom of the Gods. He's too obsessed with power that he's eager to do everything just to rule all over the world. And to be able to do that, he must destroy the Heaven Realm where the Gods and Goddesses were residing. "KILL EVERYONE!" His evil voice echoed along the whole place causing the Gods and Goddesses including their king Zeus to be in complete distress.

I smiled by resting in his embrace peacefully meanwhile in the sky good angel : awww I'm shy evil angel : huh good angel : how cute they're evil angel : I don't feel so good angel : blind guy see love everywhere evil angel : I don't think so good angel : why evil angel : because we makes a great pair than them good angel : WHAT

Then she whispers, her voice barely audible, "A... God?" I force myself to look away from Rowena for a moment, meeting Diana's horrified gaze. "Not just any god, Diana. Malicar is... pure evil incarnate. He's been imprisoned in the dark realm since the dawn of creation itself." My voice grows heavier with each word. "Every dark emotion, every evil thought that has ever existed in this world—they all feed him. They make him stronger." Diana's face pales further. "How powerful could he possibly be?"

The gods and goddesses are more powerful but because of the kindness of the ancestor of the vampires Vlademort Domenico to the gods and goddesses, the world of vampires has been empowered to call them the strongest and highest creatures in the world of Ambrogio. Deitas is the most beautiful in the world of Ambrogio. Because the life of the gods and goddesses is abundant, they are also beautiful where they keep every crop in their territory vibrant. From the little things in that place is powerful and holy. This kingdom is ruled by a couple of gods and goddesses.

“Do it. I don’t give a fuck.” The laughter echoed, unnatural and terrifying. I couldn’t look at him anymore. The man I’d stood beside moments ago, ready to vow my future to, was gone. This creature kneeling in his place was something else entirely—psychotic, gleeful in his evil. My stomach churned; I turned my face away, heart hammering in pure fear. Sage’s jaw clenched, rage radiating off him like heat from a fire. His finger tightened on the trigger. “Any final words?”

He shook his head, his black and silver hair shimmering with the movement. “You think all of us are evil, we aren’t. That is a select few working WITH your government. If you are looking for who is truly evil, look to your own race.” Now it was my turn to fold my arms, setting my jaw stubbornly, I looked him up and down. “Ok” I rolled my eyes “I’ll just pretend the angel I saw torture and kill someone is a good guy” the venom in my voice shocking even to me. His dark brows furrowed briefly before softening.

In fact, maybe I don't even deserve to live. I am an evil. I am an evil who changes it's form once in a while. An evil slave to its emotions and desire. An evil with no control over his instinct when the moon closes its distance to the land. That's right. A monstrous, blood-thirsty beast. A lycanthrope. "Sha-Shaun... " Loki whispered to my side. "Loki... Am I really that evil?" I said without looking at him

Sebastian explained calmly. The moment the pitch-black church had broken through the surface of the earth, Sebastian had noticed the black statue inside it. That was why he had said that the Juwanians' god was even more insignificant than a ghost in Dramon. The truth was that Saydan, the Juwanians' god, was practically the same as ghosts in Dramon. However, Saydan was more bloodthirsty and demanded infant blood sacrifices. As Sebastian had said, evil could never triumph over good. Although there had only been a shred of noble energy, it had been enough to shatter Saydan's true spirit.