Romans & histoires Feasting On The Blood Of The Insane

It's as if every single person here has suddenly gone berserk. Young and old, in human form and wolf form, they're tearing at each other with feral abandon. Their eyes glow an eerie red, consumed by a violent haze that I don't understand. I scan the chaos, looking for anyone trying to run or hide, anyone who seems to be in their right mind. But there's no one. Every single person I can see has been consumed by this inexplicable madness. As I watch, frozen in horror and disbelief, it takes only a minute for the next body to drop. A young wolf, barely out of his teens, falls to the ground with his throat torn out, just like Cassius.

I was getting really impatient and angry. “It will happen when your whole existence falls under darkness…the darkness shall rule over you,over everything you know” His lips formed words, but he wasn't using words at all. It was making images appear before my eyes. Images of babies dying. Images of death. Images of people throwing babies into darkness and attacking innocent people. Images of children dying horribly in unimaginable ways. Images of someone I loved losing himself to madness and insanity. I covered my eyes with my hands just to block the vision from entering my brain, because no matter what, I didn't want to see this any longer.

She hiss excitedly and walks out into the chaos of screaming cows followed by Francesca. I stand there disoriented for a moment. The whole restaurant is drenched in the scent of bloody anxiety. I am tempted by the smell and look around the corner. Everywhere there are dead or dying bodies under shards of crockery and food scraps. I look in amazement at how the women each find themselves a human being who is still alive, and throw themselves upon them. “Come on, Lefu! You've never tasted blood like this !” Francesca buries her teeth in a victim again.

Their beauty, a stark contrast to the grotesque scene beneath them, seemed to mock the savagery of his actions. His once-human eyes now glinted with a feral intensity, a haunting glimpse into the depths of madness that consumed him. Blood splattered across his disheveled appearance, a chilling testimony to the lives he had mercilessly taken only moments ago. The metallic scent of death clung to the air, mingling with the scent of freshly disturbed earth, an unsettling reminder of the chaos he had wrought.

“Madness be de white man wid de black heart. Madness build machines of death, clank and scream like devils. Madness chain de babies ‘fore dey cry, breed dem like cattle. Madness call itself savior.” Kofi shifted, pulling on his cigar. He didn’t argue. He’d seen too much to dismiss her words. The priestess laid the cards one by one, her blood-stained fingers trembling slightly. A skull. A bleeding sun. A wolf, shackled. Her voice dropped, heavy as earth. “He not stop. Obsession rot him deeper dan bone. He want blood to carry his name, a world bowed low. His hunger don’ sleep.” Then she flipped another card. Fire roared across the painted surface.

I'm slowly drifting off the edge of whatever grip I'm holding unto. I'm suffocating, from his sweet scent. I'm thirsty, thirsty for his blood. Manny once said I would go crazy for the blood of sire, but as I stood staring at the smug on his well-structured lips which is a facade for his evil intent, I was beginning to doubt that. If anything, he had filled the space of my craziness with extreme fear. So yes, I'm fucking far from being crazy

In addition, he was the rumored insane alpha prince. He was known to be the only full-blooded alpha with a strange, unhinged behavior nobody knew and understood the origin of. Rumors said that during Blood Moon, he would visit enemy camps at night and kill their warriors, eating their flesh and drinking their blood, like a real beast with no sanity left in him. His eyes would turn deep red whenever he was elated from a newfound toy, glowing whenever he watched people suffering and screaming in pain before him as he tortured them until they broke.

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.

His sense of direction was no longer working even when he knew the set-up of the booth at the back of his head. When they finally got into a specific room, Sane knew that that room was the scariest of them all. There were body bags that were hung on the ceilings, and there was even a realistic stench that was lingering in the air, as if there were really some decaying bodies inside those body bags. The bags even seemed to wrap themselves around his face even when he was already trying so hard not to touch them. A slow-flickering strobe light hung from the ceiling. It seemed to only turn on once per second, and everything went black in between. When the lights turned on once again, there were

I already know that she's peppered with them all over her body. "So everyone will obviously know before lunch." I say my hands brushing up her arms. She flinches slightly at the contact. "Give me a good reason not to kill that son of a bitch." It's a growl and she shifts uncomfortably and I sit up so my eyes are level with hers. They're completely green now her wolf retreated for now. "I've got it handled." She says quietly no longer looking in my eyes. "It only happens when he drinks too much but doesn't pass out. I was also late getting home yesterday so-"