Delirium Book Series Novels & Stories

Assisi, Umbria (Italy) (1790) Caitlin Paine awoke slowly, completely enveloped in the blackness. She tried to open her eyes, to get her bearings on where she was, but it didn’t do any good. She went to move her hands, her arms—but that didn’t work, either. She felt covered, immersed in a soft texture, and she couldn’t figure out what it was. It was heavy, weighing her down, and with each passing moment, it seemed to get heavier.

“Oh, girl. It’s a whole shit show. And when I say shit show, I mean a full blown disaster.” She crosses her arms, shaking her head. “After the accident, the old man was taken to the hospital. They didn’t arrest him, and the police had a missing person report, with dictated his illnesses of dementia, stage-three cancer, the whole thing. They treated him like exactly what he was, sick.” She pauses, then sighs hard. “Derrick’s parents lost their minds. Just… chaos.” I listen, heart tightening as she continues. “When it was all said and done and they went back to the house, his father told Jennifer she had to leave. Said that Derrick didn’t own the house anyway, that it was theirs. Told her to t

They or we? The other party that threw our world into chaos was the self-proclaimed animal welfare organization Live for Animals. In an act of charity they broke into Doctor Christopher Krynick's research laboratory to bring the animals to safety. Unfortunately they had no idea what was going on and a well-meaning rescue operation turned into a global catastrophe. The proles first killed their rescuers and then escaped from the research facility to bring a plague of unprecedented proportions to the world. When a hand came to rest on my shoulder and slowly brushed the back of my neck, I tried to ignore the tingling sensation. "You can leave that nice. I'm still mad at you. "

I stand up, still holding Thalia’s hand, “I have heard the word ‘war’ and ‘prophecy’ thrown out multiply times recently. Someone needs to tell us what is going on and what does it have to do with my mate.” “And why does he want Mia?” Luca added. Blanca is looking at Damaro. Her eyes are wide and scared. She knows but isn’t talking. She grabbed his hand, “It’s beginning?” Damaro looks at his daughter, “Yes.” “What the fuck is beginning?” I growl. “Perhaps, we should all sit down.” Valeno said. Raul and my dad leave to get a couple of extra chairs, and once everyone is seated in the cramped hospital room and the door is closed, Damaro begins.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

She needed some time alone. Emma threw the beige duvet aside and gently rose from the bed, hands resting against the cold wall for support. The room was big, and the glass windows had silk curtains drawn off to the side. She walked over to the window, feet bare. The sunrise was stunning. As she stood there, her gaze remained fixed on nothing, in particular, just lost. Her mind started to fill up with different thoughts once again, and she didn't like it. Didn't like the memories she had or the images that were flashing before her eyes again and again. Images from the past, reminiscences from when they first met, flashbacks from the times they had spent together, and lastly images from yester

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

He heads to the mall’s food court area to unpack the items and check out the plots as well. The series is a medley of genre set in a dystopic time. He is amazed at the condition of the books, they feel… brand new? He takes his time to admire and study their condition for almost a hundred times. As he grabs the orange books, he feels the hard cover and runs his hand on the embossed title – The Darkest Minds.

The conversation was less new information and more confirmation. Earlier in the day they'd lessened her medication, trying to lure her out of her drug-induced sleep. Dr. Miller said it isn't good to keep her that way. They'd hoped that she'd been unconscious long enough to have missed the severe delirium tremens—the DTs. But as she began to come out of the medicine, she became delirious, hallucinating and shaking. Before they could restrain her again, she attacked herself, scratching at her own skin. It took multiple orderlies, but they stopped her before she tore her face, once again restraining her hands.

I drift off with his hand in mine. --- I wake to voices. Low. Urgent. Coming from outside the tent. Dr. Sera. Elena. Micah. I sit up slowly. Liam is gone. Probably checking on the packs. I slip out of the cot. Move to the tent entrance. Stay hidden in the shadows. "The blood work results are alarming," Dr. Sera says. She's holding a tablet. Her face is pale. "Neah's markers have jumped again. She's not Stage Five anymore. She's Stage Six."