Something Truly Evil Novels & Stories

A fight of good vs evil But the thing was that in this you couldn't distinguish good and evil The thunder wolf was an evil creature ,she was the killer of innocents. Then how could they all trust her to be their hero? How could they trust her to be good? ................................................

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.

It was not amusing. "Well, I was just worried about you, ma'am. But now that I think about it with a clear mind, even the devil is scared of you. Dealing with a nutcase detective will be a piece of cake." "The devil is afraid of me." She repeated his words with a raise of her eyebrows. "Why is that? Because I'm too innocent and good?" It was amazing that there was someone who thought so. He was definitely blind. But his next words proved that he wasn't. On the other hand, he must be the most ballsy employee in the world. "Because you are too evil. Even the devil has to step aside and take notes whenever you get into action."

He wondered aloud, "Is this what happens? they get old and are forced back into society with makeshift families?" “I am one of the lucky few,” the elderly mom replied, smiling at his question. " The majority of the Necessary Evils die before they reach their forties. This is not a respectable title. We commit heinous acts and refuse to stop. It is our fate to become a Necessary Evil, no matter how much we try to avoid it or fight it,” “But, we kill evil people in this world? Isn't that the right thing to do?” Nelanian inquired. The old guy stared at him for a long time before realising that his memory had been erased.

“There is no such thing as absolute. All have flaws in the eyes of others. Even the gods are flawed.” I looked at him with surprise. “You believe in the gods?” “I am born of one,” he replied. “An evil one, no doubt,” I said without thinking. “No god is truly evil,” he said with surprising patience. “It is how their deeds are perceived that make them good or evil. Nothing more.” “Did being overthrown and banished to this place turn your goodness into evilness in the eyes of the society and the rest of humanity?” I boldly asked. “Is that what turned you into a soul collector?”

She laughed manically "My darling, I am reason, I am intelligence and critical thought. I stand against the dogma of God; I stand for the exploration of new ideas and new perspectives in the pursuit of truth”. She smiled again even wider then before, which showed an inhuman trait. The devil is evil; he will try and trick me

’ Rayna shrugs, ‘I suppose the bigger issue is which one is the good bull and which one is the evil bull? Both were incredibly beautiful, and neither portrayed any kind of goodness or evil. They were just bulls—beautiful, ethereal bulls. You’d think the evil one had fire coming from its snout or a decaying body, but no. I suppose that makes sense in a way. You can’t always tell somethings evil at face value. Like Camille, even the most heinous evil can hide behind something innocent and beautiful. It was just another lesson I had learned during my time here. Beauty does not equate to goodness.

Esther suddenly went pale, as though all the blood had drained from her face. “You need to face reality,” Gaara said calmly, almost too calmly. “Don’t be so naïve, thinking this world is spotless. Sometimes the people who look the most virtuous are the ones hiding the darkest pasts or at least, the ones who’ve done wrong before. Good and evil, they exist side by side. One cannot exist without the other. We only call someone ‘good’ because there are ‘bad’ people to compare them with. You can’t separate the two.” Esther’s throat went dry. “Then… what about that senior of ours?” she asked, her voice no louder than a squeak. Deep inside, she was terrified her worst suspicion might be true.

I had thought I knew what evil looked like in this neighborhood—it looked like petty jealousy and fake cancer. But as I looked at the dark house next door, I realized I was wrong. Evil didn't look like a smirk or a lie. It looked like a Pastor in a dark suit, protecting a reputation at the cost of a life. It looked like a mother who would rather see her daughter empty than "soiled." The "Judas Kiss" had been given, and the sacrifice had been made.

“I hate how full I am. I hate that you didn’t even ask. I hate that my mum thinks you’re respectable.” His lips brushed my neck. “I love that she does.” I gasped. “Oh my God, you’re evil,” I hissed, my voice cracked and trembling and way too high-pitched to sound intimidating. “You’re not just evil. You’re like evil with a capital E. Like if Lucifer had a cock and a mansion and a fucking six-pack and ruined girls for fun while their mums were on speakerphone thinking he was a God-sent father figure..that’s you. “That’s who you are. You’re the reason I’m going to hell. You’re the reason I’m going to wake up tomorrow with a cross carved into my thighs and no hymen and a permanent tremor in my