Character That Are Broken Or Pure Evil

Moulded from rot and souls, Loimos is born as an undead, as a skeleton. An undead linked to the weakest category of its kind, yet, he has something no other of the dead have. He is pure. Follow the journey of Loimos as he fulfils his duty and hunts down the living with extreme prejudice and faces off with the hypocrisy of those who live in death. In a world thriving with life, magic and heroes, he stands as the solution and its end.

I was once a creator of life. Now a destroyer of worlds. They stole my Children. destroyed them or rather made them better. They then destroyed me. Destroyed my hope my everything. I can't create any more I am but an empty husk waiting to die. She gave me hope. A chance to experience life again. Maybe this world isn't that bad. And then she was gone. Taken. Now I am a Fiend. The worst of them all or rather the best. I'm pretty good at my Work. But this isn't the world that broke me. No it still has humans that broke me. Hurt me badly. Murdered me I'll be posting this book on royal road.

First of all, welcome. This is a Novel in which I organize and post multiple ideas so my readers can enjoy it, vote for their favorite, and point out what I did well and what I messed up so I can improve. I used to have another Novel with the same idea but since its old, I just made this one instead so it may reach more people since it's better on the algorythim and all of that. That's why this novel's tags may seem a bit confusing. There isn't much to say about it... The current ideas used were: (Their names aren't set) 1-Ascension of the Card Emperor (Reincarnation/Unordinary Cultivation?) 2-Master of the sands of time (Modern Cultivation/Superpowers) 3-Bridgemaker (Transmigration/System/Fantasy) 4-HP: The Dimensional Turner (Fanfic) 5-Why should I increase my Stats again? (Modern Cultivation/Low Wuxia?/Martial Arts) 6-Auto Hunter (Modern Superpowers/Tradicional Hunter & Rifts) 7-The Hidden Face of the Usurper (Fantasy/Monster Command) 8-Dual Class Mutant (Modern/Unordinary Cultivation?/Superpowers) 9-Successor of lost the bloodlines (Fantasy/Magic/Plotting/Demon Mc) 10-Dragonball fic (Self explanatory) 11-Cultivation Disciple 12-Dungeon Loop 13-Martial Master of Cyberpunk 14-Star-Gazing Mage - ... See you soon!

A tale about demons and humans the evil that embraces the earth without light darkness ruled "Agony , yes agony like music to my ears" said the Devil with a wide grin staring at the pit below him, will the devil take over the earth if so then what will happen to humans who will stop the Powerful devil himself

"Darkness resides in everyone. But the world decides who you are by the light that others cast - not by the flickers you fight to keep alive" The world had stumbled upon two dominant powers- light and darkness. The power of darkness had the element of destruction while the other had the element of resurrection. But the inside story between the birth of these two powers remain a secret. In the fight of this evil and goodness, a huge mistake is going to take place along with sacrifices. People are left with only one thought- "But why did it happen?". Even though their ignorant selves refuses to see the answer. Dive into the story to know the reason for these thoughts.

He's not a hero. Not a villain either. Just a man with no way out. Andress, a 22-year-old ordinary man, suddenly found himself buried beneath a pile of mysterious books titled Bad Ending. For an entire year, he was consumed by the tragic tales of a world doomed to collapse-again and again. But when he turned the final page, he realized... He had been pulled into that very world. Not as the protagonist. Not as the antagonist. But as someone who was never even written into the story. To return home, Andress must carry out a mission from the Goddess of the Universe. But this world doesn't want to be saved. The story has already been written. The ending is already set. And if becoming a killer is the only way back-so be it.

They didn’t crawl out of myths, they tore their way through them. Twisted beasts, forgotten monstrosities, returning to remind humanity why even remembering their names once felt like a mistake. The sky cracked. Fire fell. Oceans boiled. Cities bled. No warning came, only monsters, and with them a power system of unknown origins. Salvation perhaps, but not for all. It gave no strength to the unworthy, no shield to the coward. But to the brave and the gifted, it gave claws. As for the gods... they stood still, silent. But not necessarily uninvolved. For Lazar, the apocalypse was terrifying, sure. But mostly inconvenient. Nothing ruins carefully plotted revenge like the end of civilization. Most people crumbled. Lazar didn’t. Hope was a lie, luck was noise—he’d never relied on either. Cold, analytical, merciless: traits that made him dangerous before the fall. Now, they made him untouchable. The skills he’d honed for vengeance were the very ones demanded by this new world. And vengeance doesn’t vanish just because the world ends. It waits. He walks the ruins with people cut from the same jagged stone. Survivors, killers, outliers who aren’t just tolerated—they’re chosen. Lazar doesn’t carry dead weight. He builds a pack. They cross blood-soaked cities, twisted forests, and battlefields drowned in ash. The new world obeys one rule: evolve or die. Power comes at a cost, and hesitation gets you eaten. But the monsters aren’t the only predators. Some gods want their relevance back. Some humans want order. And some just want Lazar dead—because he doesn’t kneel, doesn’t follow, and doesn’t flinch. There’s a storm coming. Bigger than the one that ended the world. And Lazar intends to walk straight through it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hello, I'm Barbare, the author. I hope you will like this novel and that you will help me improve it if you have something to criticize, I already wrote a novel in the past but I am far from being an expert after all. If you like it let me know by adding it to your library or vote for it. I hope you have as much fun reading as I wrote, or more because the writing process is not always fun. Good reading.

I have yet to start preparing for my demise. BUT I'VE DUG GROUNDS IN MY MIND FOR THESE GRAVES. In an effort to prevent anyone from seeing me the way I see myself; I try not to scream while holding my mouth shut while I sob myself to sleep. I WORK HARD TO GET AWAY FROM THESE BRUTILIZING THOUGHTS, BUT THE MORE I WORK AT IT, THE HARDER IT BECOMES. I wish there was a way for me to get out of this never-ending living hell. A MAZE THAT TWISTS MY GUT, HOWEVER, HAS NO ESCAPE. I WORK DAILY TO BE OKAY AND TO GET BETTER THAN I WAS THE DAY BEFORE. However, at the end of the day, suicide is all I can think about. BROKEN YET HAPPY, does that even make sense? They just seemed to fit in perfect harmony for some strange reason.

A story about staying alive, even when it hurts. Yuta is tired or living, trying, fighting, simply existing. The world feels black. And then? A simple message, a simple "Hi!" A start of something beautiful. But now? Despite the hurt. A love story where depression and death linger around the corner - but they smile, choosing life one breath at a time.

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."

The group had been inseparable since freshman year, sharing countless memories, laughter, and tears. But little did they know, their friendship was about to be put to the test.

[From the stories of Azuden0, Volume 3. Revelation, the Downfall. Chapter 2, Darkness's Uprising.] Achan Allare has spent his life running from his father’s legacy. A man once revered as the greatest Babaylan, a Spiritual Healer, whose supposed miracles once inspired awe. But Achan knows the truth: his father was no miracle worker. The power that once made him legendary had long since withered, tainted by the abuse of such power. Yet, unwilling to let go of his status, his father continued the illusion by using him. Forced into the role of a vessel, Achan became the façade of his father’s failing power, paraded before desperate souls who clung to false hope. And when the deception finally caught up with them, it cost his father his life. Now, Achan lives a quiet, ordinary existence- free from superstition, free from manipulation. Until they come. An influential family, desperate enough to believe. Taken against his will, Achan is thrust into a world he vowed to leave behind, commanded to take his father’s place and restore the health of their company’s sole heir. He refuses. He knows the cost of deception, knows the ruin that comes from clinging to fading miracles. But when he uncovers the truth behind their illness- a Curse that shouldn’t exist, that spreads suffering beyond its victims. He finds himself unable to turn away. With his freedom slipping through his fingers, Achan faces an impossible choice: fight against the truth he never wanted to reveal or embrace the very deception that destroyed his father- before it destroys him too. Bound to the heir through forces beyond his control, he must unravel dark secrets, confront the specter of his father’s past, and decide whether to wield a power he never asked for. But with danger lurking in the shadows, the question remains. Will he escape, or has he already been claimed by the legacy he tried to outrun? Azuden0 All Rights Reserved Book cover done in Canva, photos from Pinterest. Started: April 26, 2025 Ended: June 08, 2025

Carson never asked to survive. He was sculpted in silence, sharpened in fire — the byproduct of a forgotten war and a father who sang lullabies in the language of betrayal. At fourteen, he was already a weapon. At seventeen, he’s a ghost in plain sight, haunting the hallways of a prestigious school by day, while dismantling criminal empires by night. But even ghosts bleed. When a chance reunion with Elise — the girl he once protected, then abandoned — throws him back into the chaos of memory, Carson’s world fractures. Elise is no longer the shy girl from the compound. She’s powerful. Untouchable. And unknowingly standing in the line of fire. Together with a group of outcasts held together by trauma, genius, and vengeance, Carson uncovers a sprawling conspiracy buried beneath glamour and blood: a secret organization that traffics in pain, memory, and forgotten children. The deeper he digs, the more he unravels — about them, about himself, about the horrors he buried in Morocco, in Berlin, in the sound of a lullaby that now drives him to the brink of madness. As old enemies rise and alliances fracture, Carson is forced to confront the brutal question he’s been avoiding all his life: Can someone so broken still choose love over violence? Or is he already too far gone?

# HAPPYENDING # CASUAL Wen Ran was born a winner, with her noble roots, good looks, and a young celestial as her fiancee... but after years of living in her world, she remembered that she was a person from another world, transmigrating into a book. She also remembered being the male lead's fiancee and unrequited love. The demon lord had captured her and another lady to a cliff above the abyss, forcing the male lead to choose one amongst them. Wen Ran survived, but the other fell into the abyss. The winds on the cliff were strong, and Wen Ran remembered many things, including what happened after the male lead's fateful decision: Wen Ran was not the one who saved him, and he was no longer in love with her... because the one he really loved, and the one who saved him was the one he sacrificed. Giving in to his pain, the male lead succumbed to darkness as he began the route of wife-chasing to death. As for Wen Ran, she knows that it's all over for her! And yet, as the same scene plays out again, Wen Ran watched as the young, aloof celestial was forced to make the same choice... when he suddenly raised his foot and kicked the other lady into the abyss. He then turned to smile at her. "You have no idea why I did that, do you?" Wen Ran was speechless. What was happening? The male lead's characterization has fallen apart!***After a long time, he poked her face and asked her in curiosity, "What do you mean, wife-chasing to death? Does it mean I should throw you into that abyss and run after you?"He appeared eager to try, which left Wen Ran in a long silence.

'The next batch of players will be arriving soon.' 'Remember to act your part well. Don't step out of bounds. Don't go out of character or you'll suffer the consequences.' In the game world, Faye was nothing but an NPC who owned a bookstore. That was all the players saw, and that was what she was known as, but what if she was more than that? After a meeting with the 'main character' of the game, things take a turn for the NPC Faye and she becomes more aware of her status and the world around her, more than she ever did before.

A teenage girl dies of a heart attack after being humiliated and reincarnated into the body of a poor woman pursued by nobles. [The skills Evil Contract and Genetic Manipulation have been successfully acquired by the host] This is the story of a person on the path she has carved out for herself

For others, failure to awaken was mere disappointment, but for him, it meant death. Draven, a teenage boy plagued by a terminal illness that would kill him in 200 days, failed to awaken. In a desperate gamble to survive, he took a reckless risk to obtain a legacy to awaken and avoid dying. Unfortunately, he died after receiving the legacy. Yet, he was revived, but bound to a sinister curse that awaited his soul, promising eternal damnation when he died again. With his broken legacy incompatible with the human body, Draven must adapt to his legacy, survive the brutal world of the Elites, and ascend the ranks, slaughter by slaughter. In the world of the Elites, weakness was a ticket to swift death, and death, was the last thing he wanted to experience!

We the Humans always tend to sway our life in the whims of our heart,need and satisfaction,this story is of a person who was born a mediocre but with time he became the most efficent distroyer of lives living with the consiquences of the choices people around him made for him and him accepting his fate like a holy grail knowing evrything he is doing would make his life worse.

Ierei is a normal high school girl. Or rather, she was. With the death of her uncle, she is suddenly thrust into an hidden Underworld full of non-humans, monsters, and demons. With the goal of surviving and returning to her home, Ierei needs to adapt to the dangerous climate...and culture of the peoples in the Underworld.

Lucian Williams a young therapist dedicated to mending minds-until a devastating car accident nearly claimed his life. Clinically almost dead for minutes, Lucian returned... but not alone. Something ancient now stirs within him. Unknown to those around him, Lucian has become the unwilling vessel of Fredrick-a powerful warlock long believed dead, bearer of the decagram's forbidden power. As Lucian struggles to reclaim a sense of self, his soul becomes a battleground for control. But others have sensed the power's return. Derald and a rival coven, once loyal to Fredrick and now fractured by ambition, believes the decagram has resurfaced-but not its original master. They hunt Lucian, unaware of the truth, drawn to the magic pulsing within him. As the warlock's influence spreads like a shadow through Lucian's mind, his identity begins to blur. Only Rhyn, Fredrick's estranged stepsister, and the enigmatic Cove Galloway stand between Lucian and the total erasure of his will. But Fredrick is awakening-and he wants his body back.

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