Turned Evil Novels & Stories

Elder Hans explained. In the end, I began to understand that it is true that we cannot know how someone begins and ends. A good person can become evil, and vice versa, an evil person can become good. It's all about how that person will take their chance. I was very worried, would my intention to avenge my pain on Rachel turn me into an evil person? I was lost in my daydream again when Alpha Max noticed me and waved his hands in front of me. "Dasha!" he snapped.

I've already died once, nothing to lose or gain. An evil laughter erupted from his throat, his expression looked like a demon let out from hell. Black blood vessels appeared on his neck as he laughed, it then spread towards his arms, his eyes partially changed to black, with black claws coming out of his finger tips. Devin’s hold on my neck tightened. Surprisingly, I didn't struggle, I closed my eyes as I choked, waiting for death.

I lived in poverty, and I was constantly on the run. I tried to prove who I was, but no one believed me. Everyone thought I was insane. I begged Sia desperately to switch us back. She pretended to agree, then lured me to the rooftop and shoved me from the 33rd floor. The last thing I saw before I hit the ground was her twisted expression, overflowing with ecstatic joy. "With your death, your identity will be mine alone!" she exclaimed. It was only then that I realized the censer Sia had bought online was a cursed relic. She lit the special incense and made her wishes to it. Over time, she was able to swap bodies with a chosen person and steal their identity.

Hearing Cadell Marcus say so, the two little devils' eyes immediately burst out with a look of resentment, and the more than two year old Evil Devil spoke angrily in a harsh voice. "We were deceived by him... It wasn't Chad and Alva Leon we killed just now, it was this little magician who tricked us!" When another small Evil Devil turned around, he found that the two people they had just bitten to death had once again turned into two paper people, lying horizontally on the bed.

are gods and goddesses of benevolence and malevolence, and though some are mostly evil, they are seldom completely evil. Their job is to tear things down via disaster, ruination, disease, illness, and death. They are an essential part of the eternal cycle of life, death, and rebirth. Human beings, understandably, seek to avoid these torments as much as possible. Monotheism creates a sharper polarization between good and evil. The one Creator is all-good but permits evil to exist under the direction of an archfi end. We console ourselves with the explanation that evil serves to test and demonstrate our moral fi ber and spiritual worthiness. Our fate in the afterlife—eternal heaven or eternal

“For permission to rest?” “No, for helping me to thwart the power Herrera tried to hold over me tonight. I’ve realized evil only begets worse evil. My uncle shaped Herrera into the monster he is now. There is no placating wickedness, as my mother and grandmother had urged. There is no coexistence with it, for its sole purpose is to destroy good.” She thought of Ysalane and how the woman had become evil to survive it. “If you try and do those things it only gets worse.” “You speak true. Rest, and we’ll talk of this later.”

Now I was going to give him a death worst than Federico's. "Yeah, but that was for the sake of my revenge. I have to lure him into my trap and he fell for it and is still in it." I tackled and she shook her head staring at me with crinkled eyes. "Don't give me that look," I grunted and she laughed. "You are so e-vvvil, Kon." She muttered dragging the evil out and I nodded. "I know," I shrugged. To me being evil wasn't all that bad,this world was never made for the ssoft hearted it is a game of survival, and to survive one had to scale through it and what better way of winning over evil than being the evil yourself.

There are things in life that can drive a person to do things he has to in order to survive. Things that will change a person for the rest of his life. People go through a certain situation that will flip the switch and turn off the light. Sometimes, even the holiest person can turn evil. Even the ones with the strongest faith can lose it with a flick of a finger. Events that will make a person forget everything he stood for. According to some, Lucifer was never evil. He was an angel before he was painted as the devil. His name even meant morning star.

Valentine scoffed aloud. Maybe his father was the ringmaster, but he foolishly kept faith in the wild beasts of the jungle. No one even realized how under his nose, they slowly started digging his grave. But the sad thing is he wasn’t buried alone. With him, the entire family was laid six feet underground. One of those coffins held Valentine’s soul as well. It was connected to his mother. The cold acts of a demon corrupted his humanity and sowed seeds of vengeance in his heart. In place of kind-hearted, he transformed into a ruthless bastard.

it kept on yelling at Abednego. "The game is now, to bring him down, the time is ripe for Igodo forest, yes, for the entire evil forest to drink his blood," the things thundered as it crunched down on the head of Matendechere and chewed, laughed and cried as it devoured her flesh from slit area. Licking the blood that was dropping from the head. Abednego's mind, body, soul weren't prepared for this moment. The thing pulled bowels out from the lifeless body of Matendechere. Abednego's world… shattered and crumbled right before his very eyes.