At The Mountains Of Madness Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

It was a building full of memories, hate, and remorse. That night, they turned on all the lights in the mansion. They pulled out every photo and video of me. As they watched me grow up once more, they began to sob like helpless children drowning in despair. The sky was darkest just before the dawn. Suddenly, a great blaze burst to life from within the mansion. The fire spread quickly, and it instantly devoured the entire mansion, painting the sky a furious and ominous red. The wails of fire engines pierced through the sky, but it was already all too late.

I close my eyes, clenching my fist, and taking deep breaths. A moment passes as I sit with my thoughts. Then, a brick flies through my window, shattering the glass. The sound is explosive—a thousand shards of glass rain across my floor. I duck behind the bed, my pulse a frantic drum in my ears. There in the middle of the glittering wreckage lies a brick—a note taped to it. Could things not get any worse? My heart hammers against my ribs. I crawl over, ignoring the glass biting into my palms, and rip the note off.

But being near the Mad King will open his eyes to a world he's never seen before. Keith will break the rules trying to save his friend, but stepping inside the palace will bring untold tales, uncovered secrets and bloodbath. ⚔ Welcome to The Mad King And His Guard! If you like ROYALTY, ROMANCE and HATE TO LOVE, then you knocked at the right door! This story will contain: ⚔ Historical theme (not necessarily any era inspired from a certain country, but just anything that comes from my imagination) ⚔ Violence ⚔ Twins (I'm telling you, you're not ready)

The wolves outside the gate were stopping, their hybrid leader's death ripples hitting their primitive brains. I raised my head toward the gray mountain sky, the blood dripping fast from my chin onto my torn shirt, my red eyes staring into the winter storm as the feral madness slowly receded, leaving me completely hollowed out in the freezing cold.

What was usually an hour's drive back to the villa only took Arthur a measly twenty minutes. The sky had become overcast by then. Thick layers of clouds obscured the last sliver of moonlight. Then, everything was lit up by a sudden burst of light streaking across the sky. It was followed by a deafening clap of thunder. Arthur felt his heart pounding faster than ever as a wave of overwhelming unease washed over him. When he threw the door open, he had an immediate feeling that something was amiss.

“We’ll correct that.” I leaned my head back against the seat and let the hum of the shuttle settle around me. My breath fell into a shallow rhythm, and the fatigue from the nightmare pooled behind my ribs, heavy and stubborn. I watched Dr. Marrick secure his medical tablet to the wall and input quick notes with practiced efficiency. His presence filled the small space without effort—clean lines, firm posture, and an ease that came naturally to Alphas with medical genetic markers.

It was pathetically small, and it contained nothing but a few pieces of old clothing and shelves packed with medical books. Andrew sifted through what he considered junk, trying to uncover any trace of my whereabouts after running away from home. He soon reached my bed. Upon turning over my pillow, he found a folded piece of paper underneath. Puzzled, he opened it. Written in bold, the title read, "Invitation from the Bamir Cardiovascular Research Center of Seinland for Bianca Graham to take up the role of Chief Researcher." The date was half a month ago. I floated right in front of him and watched as his pupils contracted sharply. Even his fingers started trembling.

My hands clenched into fists as I remembered the details of my past. This time, I didn't plan on submitting my patent. Instead, I arrived at a nearby pigsty, pulled out the manuscript, and tossed it in. My hard work got mixed in with pig slop and eaten by the pigs. For once, I actually felt a sense of satisfaction. Now that I had been reborn, I wasn't about to let history repeat itself. I couldn't wait to see how they were going to accuse me of stealing this time now that the evidence had been destroyed.

Seeing the lines of comments scrolling by, I stayed calm, expression unreadable. Since I was little, I'd known the truth: everything in this world was a lie. All of us were just characters in a story, made for someone else's amusement like toys. Because of that, I'd grown up lonely and strange and ended up with selective mutism. I didn't think much of it myself. It was only my mother who suffered, always trying to make me happy. "Let go of me! That old man only broke his leg. He can still move his hands. Why can't he be our goalie? And anyway, he wanted to exercise himself—"

"Where's your family? There are some things I need to discuss with them." "I don't have any family. Please, just give it to me straight." The doctor hesitated for a moment before admitting, "Several of your internal organs are severely ruptured and displaced. Your kidneys, in particular... I'm afraid things don't look good." I wanted to smile, but I couldn't even move the corners of my mouth. I had forgotten that after enduring countless bouts of high fever in that isolated, godforsaken mountain, my face had already become partially paralyzed.