Divine Madness Novels & Stories

No doubt, it will become a place for wounded people from the underworld to seek treatment without the risk of embarrassing questions from the feds. As for Santo, we're not sure what's wrong with him lately. His mood swings are increasingly violent and strange. Sometimes we can see him smiling like a happy jerk, then suddenly, he goes into a black rage and breaks everything in his path. Fortunately, he is always careful to control himself in the presence of children.

She never saw Aiden so desperate for something the way he is for her forgiveness. ______________________ On the other hand, someone was going crazy knowing about her wedding. He was constantly shouting on his people. Devil was officially considered a devil after seeing him going crazy about an unknown girl. But they were not aware that their boss has become obsessed with that pour girl who is also suffering… “I will punish you, baby girl… I will punish you for choosing him, baby girl.” he was speaking this line crazily while inhaling a white substance. His eyes were red, jaw clenched with and veins popping from his muscles.

But after getting acquainted with Isabella's sweet wet parts and her ferocious fighting, just the thought of touching another person made me feel nauseous. So now, I am nothing more than an entity filled with tension and violence. An existence that cannot be measured or contained and continues to grow bigger with every passing second. My beast has scratched and clawed at the walls of my sanity, demanding a way out. The crazier the better. I wanted nothing more than to give it a taste of euphoric anarchy. But the downside was, if I let it loose, Isabella wouldn't give me any more time. I would be mentally changed and could and would revert to drastic measures to have her again.

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

"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.

"You just need to get that Greek god out of your head—ugh, I mean, that idiot! But still, he's a Greek god. Anyway, forget Axel. Don't you want to enjoy life for once?" I stayed quiet, letting her words sink in. "You're right. I need to move on. I have to try." "And even if it doesn't work out, it's fine. You just have to think about yourself, your well-being… and sex!" I laughed. "Okay, you've convinced me." "Be ready by nine-thirty. They'll pick us up, and don't forget… look your best!"

"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.

It's like I've been erased, left stranded on the outside of the only life that ever meant anything. So, I drink myself into oblivion every night just to quiet the noise in my head, the constant replay of what I lost, what I destroyed. The mirror shows me what I've become. Long hair brushing against my jawline, paired with a beard that borders on feral. I've got that wild-eyed psychotic, disheveled look. The kind of face that makes people avert their eyes.

Trevor replied. Henry sat back on the edge of the bed as soon as the novice priest left. The priest stroked his hair with his long and slender finger when the memory of the wild dream invaded his sanity. Henry closed his eyes and knelt to surrender his sinful mind to his grace. The guilty priest confessed that although she still loved that woman, there was no way he would let his life fall into madness and lust.

Did I want to possess her so I could use her powers to create chaos in the world? I hated that my divine gifts came from Loki and Iris; people flinched in my presence anywhere I went, expecting destruction to follow me. Most people didn’t know that my bloodline wasn’t that strong. My great great great grandfather was the son of Loki and Iris’ coupling. My great-great and my great-grandfather both married a human. My father, practically a human, his divine blood almost non-existent, married my mother, the daughter of Discordia and a human. Mom’s genes were strong enough to pass onto me and active my dad’s genes, making me just a tad stronger than the typical demigod and giving me the powers o