Inanimate Insanity Humanized Novels & Stories

Mirana uttered gazing into her eyes. "Don't think what others are going to say and think, Ness because these same exact others had hurted and broken Inessa Elvira Suarez to her extend but I can guarantee you that nobody is ever going to be capable of breaking or hurting Inessa Sinister Rodriguez because this time, she is not alone anymore, " Inessa swallowed hardly hearing her each and every word. "Remember you used to say, it's better to be an insane than to opt for the fakeness of sanity so be an insane because you have never gotten anything except by being sane so be an insane for yourself, be an insane for your happiness, be an insane for him, "

"I am not what you think, but more than I appear. I would say that I am harmless, but that would be a lie. I am, however, harmless to you." She spoke. I looked her up and down. "Are you not human?" "I am." "Then how are you not harmless?" I know what I said was harsh, but in my world, humans are not seen as dangerous creatures to the rest of us. They can be dangerous to us all and the environment, but, individually, never dangerous. The woman simply smiled, stepping closer to me. "Others would have taken offense, but I understand why you say that. Like is said, I am more than what I appear."

anger started pulsating in me. "I'll call you whatever I want, little one". She again stated with a smirk. "You don't know what I can do to you" I said while gritting my teeth. She took my hand and place it on her throat. "Then do it" she whispered. Is she insane?

He laughs menacingly as he embraces his insanity, for the thing that he desires, and the only thing he ever wanted right now, is the very taboo they all claim and call. “Human Transmutation.” Standing up to his chair he hurriedly took everything he needed and list the ingredients that will make everything turn perfect and achieve his goal. He laughs silently as his face is somewhat distorted with dread, guilt, and fear. Emotions that pins and scream his wish, but at the same time draws the line between sanity and insanity. “Now, now, now, let’s play the game.”

I explained. “What kind of dangers?” he questioned. “Rogues and hunters. Rogues are werewolves that went insane. They’ve lost all of their humanity and gained bloodlust for other wolves. While hunters are humans that know of our existence and seek to wipe us away from the face of the earth entirely” I sighed looking down. “Which is worst?” he asked. “Hunters. They can hide in plain sight and cause more pain” I murmured and stopped walking. “Bunnie, are you okay? I’m sorry if I did or said something wrong” he spoke looking at me with worry.

I heard clear mockery in it's voice which infuriated me to the core. "What do you want?" I screamed at him, "Why did you come out in the middle of the morning? " "Told you, your body is not your's anymore! " It Chuckled as it spoke, " And you cannot beat me always! It was my moment of vulnerability which let you transformed to be a human. But, I can't let you do that anymore. You have to let me free whenever I want and wherever I want! You are so stupid that you let yourself go away last night just for a mere human being! Together, we could conquer more! But you let the chance slip away from your hands!"

It was Alexander and Constantine, who once discussed about the possibility of the existence of heaven on earth, and now they're discussing human behavior. "Alexander, Charles Darwin was right! Just look at the way the patients behave and what they discuss. They have monkey behavior! They communicate in monkey language! They only think about how to fill their stomachs. Of course, they will not forget to discuss politics, which they do not understand a damn thing. That's what they want to achieve in life? They don't want anything. They are ready for the rest of their days to look at the ceiling and fantasize about their fictional achievements. Who do they think they are? They don't even consid

To feel like we belonged. Some rogues tried to live with humans, but it wasn’t the same. They didn’t understand us, didn’t get us. So living in fear and constant human form caused depression, anxiety. Suicide. I wouldn’t be enough for her, to keep her sane. And living off the land wouldn’t sustain us for long. And prolonged life in our wolf-forms often led to insanity; a total loss of the human self and unable to communicate or mind link with anyone. Wolves that did that were never seen again.

Severed flesh and gore sprawled across the room, each piece glistening under the pulsing red glow of the basement’s lighting. He collected himself, as Binge eagerly violently scratched himself, his body lined the texture of tree bark, a branch ending from the side of his head like that of a horn had bore fruit of an unidentifiable nature. His sanity degraded into that of an animal, yet his ability to speak remained. Flakes of bark-like skin dropped with each frantic motion, creating a twisted mosaic on the blood-slick tiles. “I’ve brought you more treats… dog!” Hound repeated a joke that was used against him mocking his situation, “Go fetch!” The mocking command rang out like a twisted echo

I blurt out without even thinking, but then I hear him chuckle. He sits up and rests his arms on his drawn-up knees. “Who says I’m sane? I’m just good at acting; a smiling viper with nothing to worry about.” He says, shaking his head. “I don’t know what to do anymore, Kon. I feel like I’m losing more of my humanity every night this happens, and I fear the next time I go to sleep, it will be my last time as a human with a conscious mind.”