Ben 10 Mad Ben Novels & Stories

Madelaine Everyone knew the story of the Mad Doctor. At least, I heard it from my mom. He was adopted by a wealthy couple who tried but couldn’t have kids, both surgeons, when he was four years old. People said he was a weird little kid, but the surgeons were private about their lives. When he was eleven, Ben killed both his parents and was arrested. To this day, no one knew why, because he went mute the moment the handcuffs clicked shut. His uncle, Mark Cavanagh—a rumored psychopath and Mafia Don—pled insanity for him. Instead of jail, Ben went to rehab.

Eren and Zoya ran as fast as they could to help Jacob and Zoya. "Jacob!" shouted Ben as he watched his friend get bitten by the hideous creature in the shoulder. Ben immediately ran and hit the monster. "Bugh! Brack!” Ben uses a wooden block to beat the monster. The monster immediately fell hit by a blow from Ben. “Arkkhh.. It's hurt!” said Jacob groaning in pain. The monsters in the room came back to attack Ben, Jacob and the female robot. Even though Ben is big and has super strength, he still won't be able to fight all these creatures alone. Ben and Jacob's position was getting desperate. Jacob suddenly spoke to Ben.

"I'm hacking the grid! But it's Soviet tech! It's all vacuum tubes and duct tape!" "Use the EMP!" Haley screamed, throwing a rock at a ghost car. "Oh, right! The button!" Ben slapped a large red button on his chest. THWUMP. A pulse of electromagnetic energy ripple out from Ben's suit. The streetlights exploded. The bumper cars died instantly, their momentum carrying them into walls and trees. The red shadows flickered and vanished into the ether. Silence returned to the playground. "Nailed it," Ben panted, giving a thumbs up. Then his suit's speaker played a Windows XP shutdown sound. "Uh oh. I think I shut myself down too."

Then she gets up, checks the water covers, and teaches Sam how to bleach cloth safely. Maya does not know what to do with that, so she files it under resilient and moves on like a coward with excellent handwriting. Ben is harder. Ben is twelve. That should be the whole entry. Twelve should be enough explanation for being scared, silent, hungry, furious, weird about a plant, and convinced batteries have personalities because he has started sorting them by “vibes” after sorting them by type. The irritating part is that his system works. He hears things before the adults do. He notices when Aaron is lying. He has memorized the radio schedule and corrected Maya twice, once with enough quiet drea

"You are a little traitor." "Look, kid," Ben continued in a dramatic tone, "your dad is smart, but he's also the most annoying person in the world. So if you want to be really cool, don't look too much like him, okay?" Max giggled and shook his head quickly. "But I already look like Daddy!" Ben put on a horrified expression. "Oh my God, the world is going to fall apart." Max laughed and then he jumped from the sofa with exaggerated excitement, his face shining enthusiastically.

It is a good thing that everyone is busy with the preparations for the approaching Halloween Event that everyone is so excited about. Once outside of the theatre gym and into the clearing, Mr. Ben inhaled a great amount of the fresh air that tasted so green and fresh, it is refreshing for his old lungs, but it does not mean that he is that old that his joints are rusting and grunting. Mr. Ben is not to be underestimated. His senses and skill are still sharp as a knife and are heavily reliable for him. “You know trying to get behind me would be an impossible task to be achieved.” He said as he placed his hands behind his back, facing the trees and not planning to turn and look at the two juni

“Of course, sir.” I walked past him towards my office and dialed Ben’s number. “Mordecai,” Ben said, “Odd you’d call me at this time.” “I went to go speak with Matt today. He’s in Midnight.” “Midnight?” Ben asked then scoffed, “Probably trying to get out of dodge before I skin his ass.” I narrowed my eyes at his tone. There was none of that usual bullshit there. He was pissed and a bit unguarded and relaxed. He was probably getting a blowjob.

“Mom, tell it to play with me. It’s not answering my questions; it’s not a good robot.” “...” Clearly, it was a robot, but Lalisa could sense that it didn’t respond because of some helplessness. She rubbed Ben’s head and said, “Mr. Anderson’s knowledge has been pre-set. You’ve asked so many questions that it has never heard before, so give it some time.” “Alright, Mr. Anderson, don’t blame me for bothering you,” Ben said seriously, making Lalisa and McKay burst into laughter.

and I am bitten again, these dogs just can't run slower apparently. I push myself for another mile, but the night's events are catching up to me, the dark starts blurring my vision and the world begins to fade. I shake my head, not wanting to pass out in the middle of nowhere, but my body finally gives up. Just before I black out, I feel myself shifting back to a human form and then everything goes dark. *****

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.