Dangerous Minds Novels & Stories

“What you are saying is that, he knows where you are but he hasn’t come to get you yet. He left you here to suffer in our Alpha’s hands just to mess with our minds? Does it even make sense to you?” “It does.” I shrugged, “Let me ask you, what kind of person do you think he is?” “Dangerous” Derrick answered. “No. He’s worse than that.”I whispered, “He’s deranged. A psycho. As long as he knows I’m not dead. That’s enough for him. Playing with people like you is much more fun.” “I don’t believe it. Not one bit.” The one in the middle insisted but I could see fear slowly seeping into his features. Fear that I had planted bit by bit, making use of what they initially thought of him.

I hate when something is dirty or not organized. After taking my bath, I put on fresh clothes. My mind flashes towards a certain pair of blue eyes. He's what I need now. I feel like going on a killing spree. My demons are screaming for blood and I think only him can calm this raging war in me. I notice that he somehow calms my demons. I think that is why I am so interested in him.

At least, that was the information he had received from his father. Once again, he reminded himself how dangerous this mission was. It was a very dangerous mission because many people wanted the mind control chipset. Including the mafia, the government, hitmen, and other dangerous people. He had to be very careful in his actions, as a single mistake would mean dealing with all of them. This made him quite nervous, but he would still finish it.

I don’t mean to be negative, but something inside me kept nagging, telling me they were all going to die. And no matter how hard I tried to push it away, it kept clawing its way into my head. Why would Levi do this to me? Doesn’t he know locking me in here was more dangerous than letting me be by his side? The mind is a dangerous place. If this room was my prison, my thoughts was the electric chair. The silence in the metal room was so loud, it began to roar.

she stops, catching herself. "Talking about?" Curious, the feeling was clearly pretty bad. "We need to know going in that whoever this is, will be able to manipulate your minds. Their abilities would be beyond what any of us have faced. I'm not sure how to fight back. Your people would die pretty quickly.." "No" I decide. "No people, me" this is too dangerous.

Slowly, I turned to face him. “What?” “We go,” he repeated. I stared at him as if he’d lost his mind. “Are you serious right now?” “Yes.” “You’re the one who said he’s dangerous,” I reminded him sharply. “Unstable and much worse than Arkon.” His jaw tightened behind the dark glasses. “Yes he is,” he said. “But he’s even more dangerous when he doesn’t get what he wants.” The room seemed to shrink around us. “So the solution,” I said slowly, disbelief dripping from every word, “is that we attend a psycho’s dinner?”

"Someone who thinks they can grab power from your father, or mine, in all the chaos. You should look into that. See who in your family might be getting impatient." My stomach dropped. The thought that one of our own could have killed Caleb, killed uncle Sam… it was almost too much to consider. "It would be difficult for one of our men to have planted a bomb in your home right under your nose. So if it had to come from the inside, it would have come from your home." I said with no hesitation.

Rafe nodded, his arms wrapped around Lacey who was watching the doctor anxiously. Mallen stood up, pacing towards the fireplace in the study, stopping and resting a hand against the tall mantelpiece. "I have to be honest here, I just don't know what kind of effect that could have on foetal minds. The fact that he damaged vampiric minds is frightening. None of the Weres were effected so that could mean the outburst wasn't sustained enough or strong enough to damage Were minds, which are notoriously difficult to manipulate as we all know. Then there's the question posed of whether or not your babies' minds have even begun to develop yet to be placed in danger."

He was clenching his jaw, his knuckles white as he gripped his glass. He was losing control. And that made him dangerous. "Do you think he will do something?" I whispered, my eyes never leaving Lucas's. "I don't know," Damian said, following my gaze. "But we need to be careful. Cornered animals are the most dangerous." "He's not just cornered," I said. "He's rabid." "Then we put him down," Damian said, his tone cold and final. He spun me around, and I was facing him again. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against my ear.

It was a physical manifestation of a mind that never rested—a relentless, hyper-vigilant brain that needed to dissect the world to feel safe within it. Damien stood by the expansive, floor-to-ceiling window that looked out into the pitch-black forest, a heavy crystal glass of neat bourbon resting untouched in his hand. The storm outside lashed at the thick, reinforced glass, mimicking the chaotic violence that was currently tearing through the foundations of his life.