Brain Explodes Novels & Stories

Whirling around to face him, I accused, "You could get information from them! They'd have to talk to you if you demanded to speak to someone. They couldn't refuse the Alpha Council." Art cocked a brow at me, his features perfect to the point he was almost pretty, "What would the Alpha Council demand to know? How long they're going to fight to save Ethan's life? Whether he'll be able to be revived for questioning? If he'll have permanent brain damage from the skull fracture?" "Skull fracture," I whispered, all my breath stolen from my lungs with those two words. Brain damage was something to be feared even among the supernatural. The body could be healed, but the brain? It was an organ withou

My mom had once said that she wished she only had one daughter, always claiming that when she gave birth to me, she had given me extra brain cells, which meant Chloe ended up with fewer. Was she planning to give my brain to Chloe? Mr. Morrison tried to comfort us. "The bracelet is now broken, and the bracelet belonging to the person who was controlling you is broken, too. She'll pay the price for this." My grandmother panicked. "What kind of price? No matter what, she's still my daughter!" She quickly called my mom. "Sweetheart, are you okay?"

I explain, trying to speak in a language they would understand better. " Accidents happen when someone meets an unfortunate encounter, and when the brain is also triggered to pain, they lose track of past events," Bryan explained, and i stared at him wide eyes. He's so smart. " He can be a dummy sometimes daddy, but he's also a brainaic since he spends all of his time reading boring science books " Brielle explained unfazed by what amazes me and I laugh out loud, finally finding joy in my kids. " That's it Bryan, how come you're so smart ? " I asked, still amaze.

Ethan crouched beside her. “Your neural pattern is the master template,” he said quietly. Ariana felt sick. “So what happens when it spreads?” Victor answered before Ethan could. “Chaos.” The word echoed through the room. “The human brain wasn’t designed to carry multiple consciousness streams,” Victor continued. “If the signal reaches people—” “They’ll hear them,” Ethan finished. Ariana’s chest tightened. “Hear who?” Victor gestured to the screens. “The ones trapped in the system.”

That was all my mind thought of. You ever experienced moments when important things you missed replay in your head like a broken record over and over again that you feel so dumb and stupid for missing that important fact and it feels like you brain will explode any moment from the fucking flashbacks?!! That right there is what I felt when the scenes played in my head.

she explained, the shock still registered on her face. “Okay..” I raised a brown, not sure where she was heading. “Hold on, I'm not done,” she muttered. “Premature Awakening takes a toll on the victim, the powers would definitely be too much for your body and brain to handle, then—” she paused, her eyes locked on mine. “What happens?” I asked folding my hands to my stomach, the metal chains heavy on my wrist. She hesitated a little “Your brain explodes” My eyes widened. “What the hell?”

But later, he got tangled up with Lana and left me with nothing but endless pain. I got stuck in such an abyss and helplessly tried to grab everything I could. I wanted to find support to help me stand up. I gave him my support and tried my best to hold him. But instead, I stepped into the mud and got quite miserable. When I eliminated the lovesick part of my brain, I knew very well that I could never get his love again. At the sight of such data, the operating system in my brain started glitching. My eyelashes fluttered as I subconsciously stopped trying to push him away.

He trails off. I’m shaking. My lip trembles. “So what exactly are you saying?” He sighs. “Your brain damage is progressing. Worsening.” My throat closes up. “Why now?” I ask, voice barely a whisper. “Why not months ago?” He leans forward. “When you were in the coma, your brain was resting. Healing, as much as it could. But now that you’re awake—fully active—the trauma is flaring up. Like a sleeping volcano. We can’t predict how bad it is until all the test results come in.”

Somehow the flames stayed contained at his body, never catching the rug on fire, just frying what was directly beneath him. In a matter of moments, he was gone, and all that remained was a pile of sickly gray ash. My brain cramped. It felt like somebody had stepped on it, fixed it, and then twisted around in it, like looking for beetles in the dirt. Thoughts rained down on me, pelting my sore and abused brain like rocks on a windshield, cracking a layer of glass that I hadn't even been aware was there. Looking through it, I could see what was on the other side.

"Strictly speaking… No. I just felt that you were too tense and mentally exhausted, so I wanted you to have a good rest and enter a state of deep sleep. Because you slept so soundly, you saw something, right?" "Yes… I saw something that happened in the past, but why couldn't I see it clearly? Didn't I experience that?" "Ms. Jordan, do you mind telling me your medical history? Have you ever had a serious illness, or have you been injured in an accident before?" "Yes. I was a naughty kid, and I'd almost lost my life once when I was playing outside. I had a brain injury." Bruce was quiet for a moment. "Ms. Jordan, the human brain is a very complex system. When it feels pain, it will activate a