Asylum Comics Novels & Stories

“Feel what?” “Yourself,” Silas said quietly. “The part they tried to bury.” A faint warmth curled in Ava’s chest at his voice. She glanced at Rowan, who looked away quickly, jaw tight. Caleb entered, carrying a bundle of papers and a steaming mug. “I think you’ll want to see this.” He spread the papers on a low table: maps of Ash Pines and symbols scrawled in red ink. “Elias’s people are moving. Two more disappearances tonight. He’s gathering bodies for the ritual.”

Drax Pov I stride in the hospital, only stopping at the reception and asking for Elysia. “Room 104— My feet moved before my thoughts could catch up. I only stop when I see Zion with Ian in the Hallway, outside her room. A nurse walks out from the room. Zion nods at her before stepping in the room. As the nurse walks in my direction, I stop her. “How is she? Elysia?” I ask. “Her vitals are normal. No serious damage to her lungs but light burns on her back. She will heal normally like humans. You can see her. She is up” She informs then excuses herself.

Pushing my body much further past any limits. After what seems like forever, I see Xavier's cabin in the distance. I follow the same trail we used to get to the cabin. Moments later, I'm staring at the familiar building, I once felt so safe in. Following Xavier's instructions, I unlatch the secret tunnel, and then open the entrance to the bunker. I shut the door immediately, falling to the floor in a sigh of relief. I made it. I'm safe. But a dawning washes over me, as I realize that it's still not over.

Under the moons bright light a situation of i stare, you stare me was made as both remained quiet, they did not say or do anything, they only stared at one another not moving an inch. It took almost 10 minutes as the staring contest finally stopped and the red haired man overlapped with the shadow of the night and disappeared without a trace. Lyph who was left alone, showed a rather comical dumbfounded expression as the other disappeared, then released the breath she didn't know she was even holding in. Her thoughts were in a jumble mess all night that She didn't even know how she fell asleep again while overthinking things. Wile Lyph slept quite well, others were not, not only is there an i

He stands behind me, arms crossed, a shadow refusing to be drawn in. The old rogue begins to speak. “She came in the season between the moons. The one with no name. The one where wolves forgot their howls. She wore no crown. No mate-mark. No Alpha’s scent.” The hum continues beneath her voice, like breath rising from old earth. “She walked alone into the Bone Lands, where no pack claimed the soil. Her hands bled spiral. Her eyes burned red. Her name was ash. Her tether already severed.” A shiver ripples through the pack. No one looks at me.

“They think by burning this place down, they’ve silenced me. But they just gave me a microphone. I want a global summit—every journalist, whistleblower, reform leader, humanitarian we’ve ever worked with. I want the world to see this and stand with us. Not just in tweets and retweets. But in person. Loud. United.” He grinned despite himself. “You’re really going to make them sweat.” “I’m going to make them bleed.” Six Days Later – A Hidden Warehouse in Brooklyn The new operations base was stark—exposed brick, steel tables, humming servers. Not as polished. Not as comfortable. But it thrummed with urgency. Riley sat cross-legged on the floor, multiple monitors around her glowing with maps, de

"I only care about Rhodes Corporation's most valuable asset—the Pharmaceutical Division's formulas. Once we have that and Rhodes Corporation takes a catastrophic hit, the chaos in Jayrodale's business world will be unstoppable." "As for the rest," she added with a dismissive wave, "do what you want. Sleep with whomever you like. I won't interfere." With that, Aspen left the hotel, her figure elegant yet imposing. Beneath her composed exterior, however, was a deep-seated disdain for men—a lingering trauma. Her distrust stemmed from the harrowing encounter she had barely escaped with Rodney—a moment that had left scars far deeper than she cared to admit. From a medical perspective, it could ev

He stood in court and claimed that I was the one who pulled the trigger, that I was mentally unstable and dangerous. The good news was that I avoided prison. The bad news was that I ended up somewhere far worse. The asylum destroyed people slowly. Everyone looked at you the same way—like you were disgusting, broken, less than human. After enough time passed, even I started wondering if maybe they were right. Maybe I really was crazy.

The kind that survives destiny. Together, they were no longer villains. They were survivors. And now, they were becoming a family.