Bfdi X Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

Mordecai asked the prince. “Yes. A silencing spell.” Xander replied. “Why silence a person who does not speak?” “And did you see the extent of damage he did to the room?” Xander stood up and paced across the den. “My guess is he’s a telepath with very powerful mental magic, or perhaps an enchanter, since he’s from a branch family related to the Ravantes.” “To think that he could move the bricks in the wall to try and hinder Dorin...” Mordecai said in a low voice.

Her exquisite makeup was ruined and twisted by sweat and fear. Wade was shivering in a corner, shrinking as much as he could. He couldn't even hold his gun right as he mumbled fearfully, "What do we do? We're dead. We're so dead! The glass won't hold much longer!" Wade's fear came true. A chilling crack thundered overhead. The bulletproof glass, touted to block off even a machine-gun assault, was finally showing cracks from the strength-type zombies' unrelenting attacks. "No! Don't come in!" Jasmine shouted as she squeezed into the depths of the vehicle to hide.

We've raised her for so long and we've already fulfilled our obligations. I held Cara even tighter. Everyone around here knew Hans Black loved to drink and even physically abused his own family. However, his family was rich and managed to obtain a mental health assessment report claiming that he was mentally ill. Not even the cops could do anything if they were here. Ethan was so brutal. He didn't bat an eye even when he offered his own granddaughter as a sacrifice. "Cara is definitely this family's child. There must be a misunderstanding. I've been working hard to support this family and I'm so busy frequently that I only have time to take a nap in the on-call room, and you said I've been c

Nobody wants to see their loved ones this vulnerable. 🔫 Time flew by very fast. Can you believe it is Saturday already? It has been one week since she participated that petty game that she would never forget. Not in a good way, but in a bad day. If only she could erase everything in her mind, she would. I mean, who wants to remember the sight of the people dying before your eyes though? No one. Except ofcourse if that person is mentally ill, then they would want to remember it.

Before they could enter, Kate asked Ludo, “How is your manuscript accurately written about the Hamuumbu’s?” “Wish I could answer that, Mrs. V,” Ludo sighed. “I don’t really know.” “That’s strange,” Kate said. “It definitely is. I just want this to be over so that I could return to my old life,” “How about that man at the restaurant?” Kate asked further. “That is Evan. He’s Brains in the manuscript and in real life,” Ludo smiled. “You heard what your hideous friend said. If you betray him, he kills you.”

Lena awoke to silence. Not the silence of peace, but the kind that follows catastrophe—thick, breathless, too still to be comforting. Her eyes opened slowly, vision blurred. Her ears rang faintly. Her body felt heavier than it should have, her limbs slow to obey. The bunker lights hummed quietly overhead, flickering between emergency red and pale, sterile white. The computer banks were no longer pulsing. The Helix interface had gone dormant—still alive, still conscious—but no longer predatory.

I reached for the Original Fever. I took the Sovereign-Fang—the weapon that had grown from the Hunt, the Soul, and the Design—and I didn't strike the Doctor. I Struck the Logic. I drove the blade of red-gold sinew into the "Perfect Sanity" on the tile floor. I didn't try to save my mind; I Embraced the Madness. "I AM THE ANOMALY YOU CANNOT EXCISE!" I roared, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my spirit not as a sun, but as a Tidal Wave of Raw, Un-Regulated Chaos.

In his place stood Sheikh Pataudi, the name whispered in fear across borders. His jaw tightened, and then, without warning, he picked up a steel chair and slammed it against the concrete wall. The crash echoed through the basement, dust falling from the ceiling. His chest heaved, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. He picked up a bottle, hurled it so hard it shattered against the far wall, glass spraying everywhere. He dragged his fist across the table, knocking down weapons, his knuckles bleeding. A laugh tore from his throat — bitter, wild, unhinged.

She asked nervously as if she was afraid she would ask the wrong question and I would lash out again. I let out a huge breath of air and took a long sip of the cold water, hoping it would help to control my temper and keep me serene. "I feel like he has transported me back to that unforgettable day and I see him, punching and kicking that innocent man, it's all so real that I begin to have a mental breakdown, but when I pull away from him, the nightmare disappears." I trailed of not thinking I can continue describing what I have to go through everyday. I blink repeatedly to stop the tears from falling.

Light burst through the dark, blinding my eyes as flashes of my mother staring into Deimos’ eyes flooded in, her memories bleeding into mine — standing like a shield between him and me. ‘He is your enemy. The one you need to — have to — end.’ Her bitterness, her hatred and her wrath overwhelmed me. My fists clenched, my jaw locked, and my body trembled, not with fear, but with pure, consuming rage. Symptoms of the Madness affliction: heavy, lifeless eyes ringed with chronic bruise-like dark circles. Normally, I would have cowered beneath such a sublime presence, but holding his gaze, I glared right into his eyes.