Story Of Evil Novels & Stories

He pulled me into a tent with an awkward crowd staring at the state. “What’s going on?!.”I asked him. “This is what humans think happened between you and Adam!!.” He replied. “Well they’re wrong!.” “What the hell?!, Devil?!.” I asked him. “The problem is not the story how they chose to say it!!, but the problem is who is the storyteller!.” Lucifer told me which made me intrigued, I sat up and stared at the stage waiting for the storyteller to make his entire. ^^^ The garden of Eden.

"Yes, Miss, indeed, you are right. No one has the right to force you do something you are not obligated to do. But all I'm asking is your kindness. That's the only thing I can possibly receive in a matter where no rule is applied." I finally faced the woman and I clearly saw how she blinked her eyes the moment she witnessed my reaction — indifferent, uncompassionate, disgusted. Well, I have no time playing like an angel. If they think I am evil, my deepest apology folks, I don't care. "Kindness, you say?" I laughed sarcastically. "What a luxury word. It is so luxurious that I almost forgotten it exists. Because you know," I tilted my head, my eyes are glued back on the road, "if courtesy run

"What if Doctor Morgan was telling the truth? Like there was really an existence of ghost in the cell." "But he was insisting that it was Anika who was crying out for help," Angelic added. "Angelic, I am not sure about this, but, it was not possible to happen. Sometimes, one way to know the truth behind a mysterious crime was through ghosting. The victim asked for help, it could be visiting someone in his dream or invading his real world. What happend to Anika was mysterious, I had encountered cases where demonic possessions took place. And it was not possible that it could happened."

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? ................................................

“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

"Well, it does not matter. We will not take your god, and your kingdom will not have us killed. But not that they will not try." Valerik shrugged. "There are good people within the realm, you know?" "There are good people everywhere, Priest. But if they are led by the bad ones, they share in their guilt. Or do you think I do not know what your credence has done to the stories of old?" "It has done a lot of things to a lot of stories, Helva. What story do you refer to?" She spat unto the sand. "The story of the war of the lost."

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

SUSANNA….. There was fire and smoke everywhere. Everywhere was destruction. People of the pack and normal human beings were harmed. The buildings collapsed. Some people were injured and some were dead. People were screaming, mourning, and crying in fear. Fear of death. "I'm the embodiment of the evil in the human heart. Formed by greed, ill will, and delusion of the word. You can destroy my vessel of flesh but you can not get rid of the demons in human hearts. You will never be able to defeat me completely. You will only fail into meaningless struggles time and time again. The world will only grow desperate and numb in the endless tangle. Good and evil. Light and dark. I will turn all of the

the king asks. “Yes!” “Free me,” he says. I shake my head. “That, we can’t do.” “Why?” “Because you are… evil.” “You say this again, but how do you know that to be true?” “The stories.” “So you believe every story you hear?” he asks. “You were part of a story, a myth, and yet you are real. So why would I believe differently?” “Are you evil?” he asks. I’m confused. “Me?” He waits for my answer.