Something Truly Evil Novels & Stories

I stroke my hair nervously and continue arguing with him… —Alex, what makes you a monster isn’t that you drink blood or even the fact that you have lived longer than a human being should ... Your true evil lies in your way of thinking. In your contempt for others, in your deaf ears to people's suffering. Don’t you see it?

For a moment, just a brief moment, in the corner of her mind, something in her had almost began to believe that he wasn't completely evil, but alas, his true nature proved her wrong, he was a merciless devil. Vivian slowly picked herself up with shaky legs, she walked away from the garden and from the stack of dead bodies feeling painfully disgusted with her self.

He laughed maniacally. He's not just a monster and a beast. He is an evil. An evildoer. An evil that loves to taste the pleasure in blood lust. To see a murder. To kill and to destroy anyone's life. They say that evildoers achieve nothing but nothing. But in this situation, it might actually turn upside down. Raising the flag of his hellish self. A murderer.

Duan Yuhui stood up in a huff and looked angrily at Mu Zi, "Ms. Mu! My son is only eight years old, is it too heartless for you to make such an accusation? Could it be that my son is a devil?!" "Of course he is not a devil." Mu Zi was calm, her voice soft, "He neither understands the preciousness of life nor what evil is, he just wants his mother's love." People who do evil are not scary, what's scary is, those who don't know what evil is. Good and evil are defined by adults. The world of children is simple, and Young Master Duan just did what he wanted to do. It's like a litter of newborn puppies, fighting for a mouthful of milk, squeezing the siblings beside them out of the way, a very sim

I want to stand but he pats where I was sitting, gesturing for me to sit again. I have no idea why but without a word from him, my body agrees and sits back. “The truth is a hard thing to discuss. We are all hypocrites who speak of things like they are nothing until they happen to us. Everyone is of good until something causes their evilness.” He pauses and adds after a while, “think of this, if you become evil and destroy everyone, what happens? Another being soars up and fights you too. Have you ever imagined why light and dark always fight?”

Wouldn't an evil person want to stay alive and let everyone else die? On the day Irvin had said those words, Agatha had been so shocked. She had also felt vindicated that he was born inherently wicked. However, after returning to her room, she had thought about it. And the more she had, the more she couldn't keep from feeling that a truly evil person wouldn't be like this. Because of the enlightened shaman's prophecy, Agatha had spent years looking into case studies of those born wicked. All the people in these case studies were heartless, ruthless, and completely inhuman. They all rather someone else died than themselves.

"Because of Marcus. Because I keep trying to find the damage. The wound. The reason he became what he became. And I cannot find it. I have access to everything. His history. His childhood. His—entire life. And I cannot find the moment where something broke. He seems like he was just—always this way. Always cold. Always calculating. Always—choosing cruelty like it was preference. Not survival. Just preference." I sat with this. The question deserved real thought. Not comfort. Not easy answer. "I think most evil is damage in disguise," I said finally. "I think most cruelty comes from wounds. But I also think—sometimes damage becomes so complete that the wound and the person become the same thi

"Your essence? I thought you wanted your son to live?" "He has already been released!" The voice held a sinister laugh behind his words. "Katherine, don't be a fool. This is pure evil that wants to destroy our world." Elizabeth tried to beg me to do what she saw as the right path. The world isn't simply divided into good and bad or right and wrong, though. Evil, as we perceive it, is merely the absence of good, much like darkness is the absence of light. Within me, there exists no inherent goodness, light, or kindness, only a drive for self-preservation and a thirst for power to ensure that no one ever stands in my path again.

“You are evil…” The man spat at her. She arched an eyebrow and looked at the man. “I’m evil?” She asked shocked slightly. She shook her head “Sweetheart…you don’t know evil…you haven’t seen evil..I have…do you know what it is like to hold a dying child in your arms as you bleed out yourself because someone thought it was good to shoot them, just because they weren’t human? How about doing the same thing again, but with twins…and they were your own…would you call the children evil because they were not human? Or would you call their murderer evil? How about the person that burns down a whole town filled with women and children just because they aren’t human? How about being the person that ri

he exhaled, then joined his forehead with hers, his hands still touching, they didn't want to stop, but he had to stare her in the face. "What are you doing here? When did you get here?" "Sofia, listen to me well. There are good and bad people around us. And even those who seem bad, are not. The other way around, there are good people disguised as evil. Whatever may, no matter who the people are, I want you to understand that it's in me that you will trust to the fullest." She looked right into his eyes. His were now injected with something she couldn't decipher. "Why do you say that?"