Deimos Madness Novels & Stories

Dove mumbled, embarrassed by revealing so much. “I know that Animikii has sent 3 wolves to retrieve me without fail. His mate, Moon, who is just as twisted as Animikii, being only a couple hundred years younger than him. She’s blind, but sees everything. When you fight her, never leave an opening for her Tidal Sense aura to suck you in, show you your deepest wish, slit your throat, and watch the light leave your eyes.” Troy growled, not wanting to turn on his sister, but if he did it this way, she may still draw breath. “The second?” Dove urged.

- Yeah… "Remember! First you must volunteer to repair the dome. Then you have to find the slab in the top corner of the dome and open it. Then you will climb into a long tunnel leading to the surface of the earth. But remember, there is no turning back! - explained Methyl, and Sodium mentally represented the above actions. "I see! - confirmed Sodium and asked. – But why don't you go outside yourself?" "Because we're all mad!" "What are you getting at?" "I don't want to get out because I've chosen another sensible solution in this situation. I realized that salvation from madness should not be sought on the surface of the earth, and salvation from madness should be sought in the fabrications

The deafening crash of the splintering door echoed in my ears. Through the billowing smoke, a familiar figure burst into the room like a madman. It was Damien. He was still wearing the impeccably tailored black tuxedo from his wedding. Now, it was covered in wood splinters and dust, leaving him utterly disheveled. When he took in the scene, he froze. The room was thick with the haze of smoldering charcoal, and there I lay on the floor, in a red dress. For the first time, the eyes that always held possessiveness were filled with panic.

"Host, I'm begging you. You're the only one who can save this world now." The glowing orb trembled in front of me nervously. "Jessica has gone insane and is attempting to blow up the world's core. She said that if she doesn't see you, she'll take everyone down with her." I sat in the void as I watched the flickering lines of data on the verge of collapse.

If I can escape… my baby will be my own and I will be free. Anna looks up at me, nervous, “Chloe, no one thinks you’re crazy.” That’s a lie. “Think about what happened this morning,” Tom says. Anna looks at him and says, “what happened this morning?” This must have been what Tom wanted. Now he gets to shake his head and give her a saddened look, as if I did anything unhinged or heartbreaking this morning. “I already told you I didn’t do it!” I snap at him, “Anna—”

The woman then took Cara from my arms. I turned to look at Zoe, my eyes red. I believed I must be quite terrifying right now. I slapped her continuously a few times before repeatedly stomping on the back of her hand. The scent of something strong permeated the air. It was only then that I realized Zoe had peed out of fear after giving her a careful look. When Zoe saw Jack and Ethan among the crowd, it was as if she had caught a glimpse of her savor. She quickly crawled over and grabbed Ethan's leg and said, "Save me, Ethan! Save me!"

“I'll be waiting.“ My gaze followed Zagreb as he took his leave. I pulled out a bottle of water from within my desk, twisted its cap open, and gulped down its contents. It was a ritual I often did when I was anxious. “Are you anxious?“ a familiar voice asked. Even if I was asleep, I would have been able to recognize that voice. My whole body tensed as Aiden's face came into view. Today, he was dressed in a gray shirt again and dark blue jeans. “We don't have a session today,“ my voice came out barely above a whisper. “I'm not here for a session,“ Aiden revealed, taking slow but deliberate steps toward me. “I'm here to remind you of whom you belong to.“ Before I could wrap my head around what

“You should be scared. But not of the world. Of me.” He released her hair only to seize her chin, his fingers digging cruelly into her delicate jaw, forcing her to hold his gaze. Her tears blurred her vision, but she could see the madness flickering in his eyes—the madness of possession, obsession, rage. “You will never run again,” he said, each word slow, venomous. “And if you do, I will break you piece by piece until escape is the last thought your fragile mind can hold.” Her body trembled violently, every nerve screaming with fear. She wanted to beg, to plead, but her voice was strangled by his dominance. And still, her tears rolled unchecked, staining her cheeks, dampening the fingers th

His eyes searched for mine with desperation, as if he were trying to reach me through the other side of a pane of glass. “No… no…” I kept repeating, not even sure what I was refusing. A nurse rushed in, followed by a doctor. My breathing was a frantic, uncontrolled gasp; the monitor began to beep louder. “She’s having an acute crisis,” the doctor said, firm but compassionate. “We need to help her body come down.” Dad held my hands, but I couldn’t stop trembling. “What does that mean?” he asked, voice breaking. “A mild sedative,” the doctor explained. “It’s not to erase anything—it’s to let her nervous system rest. She’s hypervigilant. Her body still believes she’s in danger.”

"What the hell? What did she do in there? Why does it stink so badly?" Marcus frowned hard. Fighting his nausea, he switched on the greenhouse lights. My body lay curled on the ground, completely unresponsive. "What are you playing at, Bianca? Get up now!" Marcus roared. He thought I was retaliating by doing something revolting to express my dissatisfaction toward them. My soul stood right beside him. I watched as his face grew more furious at my silence and thought what a tragedy this was. Mackenzie pinched her nose and cast a look of repugnance before letting out an exaggerated scream. "Oh my god! How repulsive! Did she mess with the pesticides in here? That's so dangerous!"