Deimos Madness Novels & Stories

My mate had done nothing but look after me. I did not understand why Alpha Issac was so mad. He looked as if he wanted to kill me but something was clearly stopping him. He would have done it by now? Unless he was going to make me suffer more first. “Even your mother was a stupid Hoare. Like mother like daughter.” He hissed before slapping me again and walking out of the dungeon without a second glance. The door slammed shut behind him making me wince.

I’m sure someone will see it strange that a naked man is driving a doorless car with a screaming woman inside. But my happiness was short lived when the driver speaks to me again. “Don’t dare make stupid actions with me. Stay still and act normal. If you do otherwise, then you’ll never see the light of day again. You already see what I am capable of.” His every word leaves a promise. I am pretty sure he’ll do it without a second thought. He’s a monster after all. “Is there an inch of normal with you two being naked in the car for everyone to see?” I said sarcastically.

"I want to taste you when you fall apart. I want to feel this tight little pussy squeeze my fingers when you scream my name." The echoes of his dirty words and relentless stimulation finally shattered her. Marceline's orgasm crashed through her with the force of a tidal wave, making her arch completely off the bed as a scream tore from her throat. Zandrei held her down, lapping up every drop of her release as she convulsed beneath him, prolonging her pleasure until she collapsed bonelessly against the sheets.

No voices warning me to stop. All I feel– all I know– is Deimos. So I let his madness consume me– and I find myself, falling to the abyss, with him.

|Ever| A hallucination of Aida's high-pitched voice claws its way out of my subconscious. "You chose your doom. I told you so." A mocking laughter follows. I shake my head, clearing it away as it echoes away into space. Sighing, I ease into my bed. It's not a big deal. Might be about the few classes I missed this month. I squeeze my eyes shut, parting my lips slightly before closing them. I can't be in much trouble than I already am anyway.

"Deimos!" I shriek my heart beating within the bounds of my chest. My stomach turns and twists within itself but in a good way. One that I truly enjoy. "Theia, hold tight," Deimos warns from behind me his words chuckled out in a teasing way. "Are you laughing? You both are laughing yes?" I scream again as I am pushed to go higher. Cronus tries to hold and control his bubbling laughter along with Deimos by his side. They do find my reactions quite amusing.

“I don’t have a baby.” Goddess, she’s got the attitude of a teenager. “You do, Maya. This is him.” I turn Deimos around so she can look at him. He squeals and holds his arms out to her. “His name is Deimos.” “No. You have me mixed up with someone else.” “We don’t. I’m your may-- husband. You suffered some kind of brain injury that wiped out your memory.” Deimos growls with frustration, and throws his body forward, trying to get to Maya. “Take him. He doesn’t understand.”

Tears stream down her face as she clings to the illusion of a family, her madness blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. In this distorted reality, her chamber became a realm of despair, where she found solace in the delusions she had created. Meagia kept on whispering, to the shadow. “I won't let them take you away, my sweet. We'll be together, forever.” As Meagia's mind unravelled further, her words became a haunting lullaby, a desperate attempt to find comfort in the midst of her madness. Her madness continued and Meagia's chamber was now a haunting tableau of craziness, the room filled with the soft flicker of candlelight and the distorted silhouette of her own shadow on the wal

Date = 28 April Place = San Francisco (UCSF Medical Center) POV - Enrique Deimos saunters to the basket, squinting at the cakes like they’re the answers to the universe. “Must we pick what we WANT it to be or what we THINK it is?” “What you think it is,” Mel says, her voice perfectly calm, perfectly judgmental. Deimos settles on a pink one, mumbling something about statistics, “Previous generation was more boys, so the next must be more girls, right?”

Thaddeus says. I join them at the window, staring at the walking corpses below. “Oh hell, no. Uh-uh,” Thaddeus grunts. “I’m way too sober for this shit.” “I agree,” I say. “There should be whiskey behind the bar.” I turn to Jaeger. “Fetch Deimos’s diaries.” He frowns at me and fearfully looks at the door. “You want me to leave? Go out there?”