Left-handed Evil Novels & Stories

" We notch our bows and wait for the morrow Cold is the night and nary a tear for on the morn we head into shadow There is no room for our fear His eyes are cruel, his evil is endless Black is soul and ne'ver he'll rest till all the world lies covered in darkness and none who'd fight him are left. Zhanere Zelezial"

The word he uttered was like a command, making Satan tremble. Whoosh— The next moment, Andrius, enveloped in boundless momentum, came crashing down like a god. “Good is evil, and evil is good. Good and evil are one! You, a creature who is neither good nor evil, should completely disappear!” Andrius drew closer. His power was gathered to its peak, ready for his strongest blow. “No—” Satan felt the unstoppable power within it and instantly fell into despair.

*** The Male Demon thundered: The invention of the left-hand-path as the direction where “evil” treads is based purely on the idea that polar opposites in moral deliberations exist as a force outside of the human mind. Whereas in reality, the “good” and the “evil” are cultural constructs designed to corral the local populace into accepted mental boxes, so the ruling elite may then dispose of them as per their fiat. Such ideas exist solely to fellate the individual’s ego. When one applies the adjective “good” to oneself, then those who have a viewpoint not in alignment, must out of necessity, be “evil.” Yet if each person views themselves as the “good” or the “hero”, then what actually consti

A medium lengthened double H sword with a tint of white and gold appeared beside his palm, so he gripped the grip of the sword and slashed it in the air in front of him diagonally to the left. Who will win? Good or Evil ?

She was unable to end this deathly love triangle. But I will end this deathly love triangle. For my child, I will end it. “There is too much evil in this world.” I start. Rome’s eyebrows twitch in confusion. “There should be a balance. In the world we live in, we have Good and we have Evil. The two coexist together. And we have accepted it. Evil exists so that we appreciate the Good. Good exists to subdue and neutralize the effects of the Evil. We all need the Good and the Evil to live in peace.”

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

His left hand is still in a cast. He seems terrible. We lock eyes with each other across the room, my eyes full of panic and his eyes bloodshot. Then the next second, he suddenly raises the sharp glass and starts striding towards us!

I joust my head playfully, my hooded sinful eyes were staring at his slashed back. Blood was gushing out of his back. He couldn’t even move that freely. I already caused enough mayhem from this place. Everything is about to collapse. It’s been years since I felt this lively. The aroma of fresh bodily fluid is stuffing my nostrils. I inhaled precipitously, sucking in all of their souls. “E-ethan…please, have mercy on me-”

Perhaps if they had kept a closer eye on things then none of this would have happened but as it was, they didn't check in regularly and when they did, it was already too late. "You see, good and evil got along well to start with but as they aged, they became greedy. Good wanted everything to be good and evil wanted everything to be bad. Their greed knew no bounds and before long, disaster struck. Evil tricked good and imprisoned them. With no good to balance out the evil, evil was free to bring a terrible darkness across the world and poison the minds of men. Evil was efficient as well, creating demons, nightmares, sins, plagues, genocide, war, disasters and every other horrible thing in bet

"The Lord Lavigne, stupid enough to give me the kind of freedom I don't even need. The only kind of freedom that I need is the only kind of freedom you don't want to offer. What's the use?" "Enough." I was taken aback by his strange cold and serious voice. "You think everything you say should be followed? You think you're always right? You never wanted to be taught, nor be in someone's subjection. You act so mighty and righteous that you think everyone's inferior. Seriously, how perfect can you be?" "Oh!" I gave a genuine laugh. I turned my back and mindlessly jumped on my bed. "I can't be perfect, especially that marrying you have already made the devils laugh."