Description

A monster born with the skin of a human now walks this earth. It grows each day, it finds new ways to hurt and break people.

Cover made by my brother

Content Warnings:

Torture of people (including children) will be described.

Suicide will come up.

If you are not comfortable with either, please skip this story entirely or the marked chapters

My apologies that I only added this warning now.

What readers say about A destined End

“This book was just time well spent reading, The start was deeply disturbing but the more I read the more I enjoyed how fucked up the mc is. The ending did feel rushed but I found it appropriate at least. If you cant stand repeated torture, gore and all that…”

Yorkshire_TeaRoyal Road5.0 / 5

“What you’ve written over these six chapters I've read is not just a story, it’s a descent. It’s a slow, deliberate peeling away of all the masks we associate with childhood, humanity, and morality. What begins as a coming-of-age tale in a rustic village abo…”

cursedclarkeRoyal Road5.0 / 5

Community Reviews(2)

Yorkshire_TeaRoyal Road

★★★★★ 5.0

This book was just time well spent reading, The start was deeply disturbing but the more I read the more I enjoyed how fucked up the mc is. The ending did feel rushed but I found it appropriate at least. If you cant stand repeated torture, gore and all that horror this isnt for you, otherwise, give this a try. I greatly enjoyed it.

cursedclarkeRoyal Road

★★★★★ 5.0

What you’ve written over these six chapters I've read is not just a story, it’s a descent. It’s a slow, deliberate peeling away of all the masks we associate with childhood, humanity, and morality. What begins as a coming-of-age tale in a rustic village about hunting, family, and self-discovery rapidly devolves into something colder, sharper, and vastly more disturbing. It would be easy to dismiss this as edge for edge’s sake, but that would be dishonest. This story has clarity. It has shape. It has, horrifyingly, intent.
At the center of the narrative is Merlin, a protagonist who defies the conventions of sympathetic storytelling. He isn’t misunderstood, traumatized, or corrupted by any external force. He simply is. He emerges as a presence, quietly curious, unnervingly composed, and terrifyingly free of guilt. He moves through the world not like a character, but like a virus in the bloodstream of a trusting community. From the first moment he watches a rabbit die, there is a slow but unmistakable shift in how he perceives suffering. And you pace this shift with almost clinical precision. Each chapter ratchets the stakes upward, not just in violence, but in consciousness. Merlin doesn’t just kill more, or more viciously. He grows smarter. He learns how to lie. He experiments not only with bodies but with performance. His victims multiply, and his mask strengthens.
Your style is one of quiet dread. It’s stripped-down, almost plainspoken, and that’s what makes it effective. You never overwrite the horror. You let it sit in the room like a smell. There is no purple prose here, no grotesque metaphors trying to win awards. It’s more like someone narrating the end of innocence in a calm voice, one broken bone at a time. There’s a rhythmic brutality to the way you pace events, almost always giving just enough space for the reader to breathe before you drown them again. The chapters shift perspectives just enough to reveal the contrast in emotional tone, from Merlin’s deta