Inanimate Insanity Lifering Novels & Stories

Kiran asked urgently. "There are two methods. One is to pretend we don't know and let them continue in this unconscious state," Yvonne finished, looking at Kiran. Kiran shook his head immediately, "That won't do." "Then there's the second method." "What is it?" "Remove both the Brain Zombie Gu and the Immortal Silkworm Gu. That way, we're all safe, and our fates are in our hands." "Remove them!" Kiran muttered. "Yes! I've now implanted both the Life and Death Gu and the Immortal Silkworm Gu. Removing the Gu for me would be unbearable."

Just metal and dark and the soft hiss of ventilators. “Live test beds,” Imani said. Her voice had gone very quiet. “She’s mirroring processes on humans, not just hardware.” Nia’s voice came through faintly from the surface channel, thin with horror. “They’re… like we were,” she said. “Yes,” Lys said. The nearest occupant was a young man—early twenties, maybe. His lips moved minutely, as if he were speaking in his sleep. His fingers twitched against the armrests.

"Damage the host but keep them alive. Let them rebuild consciousness from fragments." "We tried that," New Lyra replied. "Seventeen times. Every attempt left the host in vegetative state. Alive but not conscious. Existing but not living." "That is still better than execution," Marcus argued. "Is it?" Mora challenged. "Is existence without consciousness really life? Or is it just prolonged death you can feel better about?" The question hung heavy. Through our cosmic awareness, we suddenly felt disturbance in the quarantine chambers. The seeds were accelerating. Growing faster than predicted.

With that, she walked out leaving the 15 years old boy battling with the insane and sane parts of his mind. He slowly closed his eyes and that time he let the strongest part of his mind win. That night, His sanity got defeated by the insane part of his mind. Day turned to night and she again entered the basement and this time she looked like she was in hurry. She brought out a knife and sighed heavily.

She needed clarity. --- As the morning sunlight poured through the curtains, Shelly was jolted awake by the sound of her daughter, Shaina, giggling in the living room. She rubbed her eyes and smiled. Shaina’s laughter was the one constant in her life, the anchor that kept her grounded. She walked into the living room and froze. Spencer was there, sitting cross-legged on the floor, playing a board game with Shaina. His easy smile, his relaxed posture, the way he looked at her daughter with genuine care—it all felt...right. Too right.

Sia shivered, looking in his eyes and sweat trickled down her forehead. “ I will torture them for a whole year...I will fix them just to torture them again...” A sinister smile adorned his face, as madness took over him. “ Then I will kill them one by one...I will chop their bodies into small little pieces...” Hardin purred at Sia, whose eyes glistened listening to him. “ And then...” He took a pause, seeing the fear shining in her eyes, “ I will feed those pieces to dogs... No one will ever be able to find their bodies...” Smirking, he leaned away from her and Sia found herself frozen at the same spot.

The lights in the room flickered wildly… Then came a voice—neither male nor female, young nor old—eerily inhuman, emanating from Seraphina: “I died such a terrible death~~~ I won’t forgive her~~~ I want her dead~~~ I want her dead~~~” The words “I want her dead” echoed over and over, bouncing off every surface in the room like an invisible chant that permeated everything. Emily was so terrified she couldn’t even scream. “Child, it wants to possess you! It wants to kill Mrs. Jones! Hurry, stop it—” Seraphina's normal voice returned. Her assistant, the junior shaman, immediately grabbed a kitchen knife and, from somewhere, dragged in half a pig carcass. Without hesitation, she began hacking at

She was considered a genius for being a Rank 3 Evolved One with Grade S Genes at her age. "Unfortunately, I'm not afraid of the dark, ghosts, or your worries," said Lucas. This Infuriated Cherry. She could only stare at Lucas after knowing how scary he was. "Follow me if you're afraid of dying." Lucas said, ignoring Cherry's angry expression. Lucas planned to search for more zombies to fuse before trying his luck to locate the Dark Heart. He activated his Mind's Eye to scan his surroundings and noticed that there were no zombies around. On the other hand, there were tons of animals infected with the zombie virus.

"What do you mean by that? Listen here, Marc said he'll marry me as soon as you die!" "I don't care whether he marries you or not. Tell me, who sent you?" Mirabelle blinked. Then, she hurriedly covered her mouth. "I'd rather die than tell you!" Very well. If she wouldn't talk, I had plenty of ways to get her to talk. I went back to caring for my skin, hitting the gym, and living the way I used to. The difference was that I stopped aging and gradually returned to my former appearance. Meanwhile, when Mirabelle was livestreaming, dark blotches suddenly appeared on her face. Right in front of the camera, crow's feet and smile lines etched themselves across her skin.

She was a ghost in her own life, a broken thing they were tasked with mending. But her mind was not mending. It was shattering. She spent hours staring at the canopy of the bed, tracing the patterns with her eyes until they swam and danced. She heard whispers in the crackling fire, saw Luciano's face in the wood grain of the floorboards. Sometimes she would laugh, a dry, rattling sound that had no mirth. Other times, she would weep for hours, her tears soaking the pillow until it was damp and cold. She was untethered, floating in a sea of grief and madness, with no shore in sight.