Morally Decadent Novels & Stories

The Vischer family were the epitome of pure warmth untainted by the quest for power, and the fact that their story ended in such a tragic manner proved to anyone that no one was above corruption. No one is above deviation. No one is too good to sin, or go astray. No one is free of the urge to do wrong or to perpetuate evil. Thus, no one should rest on their oars, setting themselves or anyone else for that matter on a pedestal of absolute purity or goodness. If even the Vischer family, with their longstanding reputation and penchant for goodness, could fall victim to the lure of deviant magic, irrespective of whatever reasons lay behind it, there is no one who cannot be trapped by the dark, v

“Your youth and immaturity are showing. I thought you knew more of the world, traveling and studying history as you do. No, it is the dark forces that shape our behavior, Mr. Palmer. Or do you not follow the newspapers? Wars. Massacres. Corruption. Slavery. Lying politicians. As always, Satan’s side has the upper hand and there is no end to the increasing scale of human misery.” Miss Bradigan sat back as though mulling over her thoughts. “Religion was once described to me as ‘smugness for the inadequate.’ Are you inadequate, Mr. Palmer?” He almost laughed. “I hope not, but surely others should be the judge of that. Otherwise wouldn’t we all say we weren’t?” “Correct. Human nature never chang

’ I fake a shudder. It’s not all lies. The dead vampires are true enough, but it’s the work of Chrys or his subordinates, rogue vampires murdered in a fashion that mimics the work of a Desecrant—the term we use for those vampires who commit sin beyond what the rest of us deem acceptable, those who don’t just stop at feeding from fellow vampires, but instead go so far as to consume their hearts. It allows them to amass a kind of power that is considered unholy even by us undead monsters of the night.

I was brought up in a good home by sound morally upright parents who instilled good morals into me, thank goodness for that. I could never imagine my self being like these girls, they disgusted me. Some of them even resorted to selling their bodies for sex, it was really very crazy out there. The society was in ruins and morality had declined, this new development was very bad. One would have thought it was common with only the humans, but it had also extended to the werewolf kind. Perhaps immorality and moral decadence had come into the werewolf world by those of us that mingled and worked with humans.

“I felt like a scoundrel…” “Isn’t that what you are?” I cut him off, irritated. His eyes seem to grow even colder and harsher. Damn, Julia, you’re not helping! “What did you say?” Bennett takes a threatening step closer to me. “What would you call someone who took advantage of a person who needed their help, Mr. Bennett? What name would you give to a man who propositioned a vulnerable woman and dissuaded her from leaving his bed in exchange for money?” “I didn’t know!” he growls.

Cole was undoubtedly tall and broad but Nate, Nate was the direct opposite of everything Cole was and is. Cole would never for one do what Nate did, even though he was an asshole and a manaic and he loved his women, he would never humiliate a woman and have it in recording. That was not a normal thing, that was sick and beyond perverted and yet here I was, the one with the moral standards, the same one with upright and uptight morals, been the one to be caught up in this mess. I was the one who valued principles and yet, was the same one to be caught up in a whirlwind of illict activities. It was my name in the mud, my name in the fucking gutters and my face on the internet. It wasn't fair a

It must have been Mannheim who pimped the actress out to him. At the thought, Marguerite felt her insides simmering with rage and contempt for the rogue. He'd corrupted her Matthew, and now the man she loved had fallen into debauchery just like all other society rakes. Although, given the nature of the world they belonged to, she should have known this thing was just to be expected. Knowing the fact that his work required him to blend with all kinds of profligate every night, she couldn't expect him to remain untouched by vice and abstain from all the pleasures the world had to offer like Goddard. The thought of the late old man touched her with a tinge of sadness.

If the people were ruined, the nation would inevitably collapse. The heavens had eyes, and nature followed its laws. What set humans apart from other creatures was their ability to defy the heavens as long as they believed in miracles. But now, it was clear that, in this regard, they had fallen far behind. Around them, there was more calculation, moral decay, the pursuit of money, and pride in interfering with others. They no longer believed anyone would help them.

Libia woke up in the middle of the night, surprised to find Tiodor lying next to her. She watched him for a few minutes; his peaceful expression and the soft whistle escaping from his nose made her smile. No one would ever guess that someone like him could look so serene. He was quite handsome, though in the past, not her type at all—she had always been drawn to men with softer features. Jerks disguised as princes. She bit her lip, her foolish heart pounding. "Why do I always choose wrong?" she wondered, feeling a sharp sting of regret. Her mind betrayed her again, clinging to the idea that Tiodor could change, that he would stop being that cruel, grumpy ogre, and that after kissing him, he

"If he died here. The vow stops mattering. One of Hector's competitors is gone and Your path back to him becomes significantly easier. It would be a happy ending to this, don't you think?" "No," I said immediately. "That is not a happy ending.. In fact, that is actually a messed-up thing to say." "Ugghh You mortals, You're so quick to refuse good things because of your twisted sense of morals," she groaned. "And you know, morality is a strange thing to hold onto in a world like this one, Ivonne. In a place where Lycans, werewolves, ancient spirits, power struggles have been fighting eachother for generations — things like morals don't actually protect anyone here. In fact, It's the so calle