Where Evil Grows Novels & Stories

So, I asked. “I might sound like an idiot, but I would like to ask, what exactly do you mean?” In our world, just like you do now, we can see these evil creatures lurking around every human whom they could sense would be easy to persuade to do things that increase their existence. The more humans do evil, these creatures feed from those deeds and they become even more powerful. Their whispers become more audible, convincing and provocative. While the human becomes more eager to do evil as they first find a sense of achievement, as guilt starts to kick in, denial follows, persuading the human to cover up the previous mistake with another. Making things worse and the cycle goes on and on.”

She was unable to end this deathly love triangle. But I will end this deathly love triangle. For my child, I will end it. “There is too much evil in this world.” I start. Rome’s eyebrows twitch in confusion. “There should be a balance. In the world we live in, we have Good and we have Evil. The two coexist together. And we have accepted it. Evil exists so that we appreciate the Good. Good exists to subdue and neutralize the effects of the Evil. We all need the Good and the Evil to live in peace.”

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

Chapter 29: A Desperate Stand Evie's breath caught in her throat, a strangled gasp lost in the cavern's echoing silence. Liam, her friend, her confidante, had become a stranger consumed by the darkness. The tendril's corruption had warped him, twisting his form with a malevolent energy and replacing his familiar blue eyes with a chilling red glow. The swarm of creatures, spawned from the darkness, surged towards her, their multifaceted eyes gleaming with a ravenous hunger. Panic threatened to overwhelm Evie, but she forced it down, channeling the desperation into a cold, steely resolve.

It was as if there was a battle of good versus evil of mother nature happening right now, as good was clearly taking charge, simmering the fires of hell from ruining the surface of the lands of my world. While I hung on in the tree, watching it from above, I began to realize what had just happened. The Angel of Death dropped Kylee’s blood into the pit of hell, which was a very bad move on his behalf, because my little mate here, was full of goodness. There was no doubt in my mind that her blood tainted the evilness that brewed inside its core, making it erupt to free itself from Kylee’s blood spreading throughout its inner core.

Gradually I cautiously moved my fingers, my arms until I was able to sit up. It was, at that moment when I sensed something, a primal energy coursing through me. It felt like a current surging with life and vitality. It seemed as though a powerful force of nature had taken hold of my being. But I was only 17. I was supposed to turn 18 tomorrow. Was I an early bird? And then, it hit me. I looked down at my hands, my fingers trembling. Fur. Dark fur was sprouting from my skin, covering my arms and hands. I felt a strange sensation around my face, and when I touched it, I realised that my nose was elongating.

“Wrong mouth.” The earth split. --- POV: Araya The valley lurched. Chasms opened. Wolves leapt or dragged each other from the edges. The old Moon Road folded and sank. From the rift, fungus rose slick, white, eager. “Even if you burn me,” Erik gloated, “something will grow. If it feeds on grief good. I prefer honest crops.” I drove Hollowflame into the fault. Fungus hissed and curled. “No aftermath garden for you,” Nyxara purred.

The animals grew restless and agitated, their primal instincts sensing the encroaching darkness. A patrol returned with reports of a strange, unnatural phenomenon in the forest – a section of trees withered and blackened, as if scorched by an unseen fire. The air around it crackled with an unnatural energy, a palpable sense of malevolence that sent shivers down even the most seasoned warriors’ spines. The news confirmed our worst fears. The malevolent entity was not just a figment of my nightmare; it was real, and it was growing stronger. The whispers had grown louder, the shadows had deepened, and the gathering darkness threatened to engulf us all.

"Yes ma'am. I want to understand what he was like. So I don't become like him." "That's very wise. What do you want to know?" "Was he... evil? Like, pure evil? Or was he a person who did evil things?" Mrs. Torres thought about it. "He was a person who did evil things. And after doing them for so long, he became evil. Does that make sense?" "I think so. Like, evil isn't something you're born with. It's something you become." "Exactly. Your grandfather wasn't born a monster. He became one. Through choices. Through actions. Through refusing to change."

"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.