Inanimate Insanity Lifering Novels & Stories

I didn't want them to end up like I had in my previous life and how Lila had ended up in this life. Instead, I wanted them to be like cacti that possessed tenacious vitality.

They have become used to seeing death coming from all angles, and every corner and every angle is no longer an exception. The only thing that bothers them now is the screams. Screams are just part of life now, and they will live it until the end. They live in darkness and despair with nothing but thoughts that drive their insanity. They are tortured, beaten, killed, and burned alive. Most don’t mind it at all, just like some people wouldn’t shed a tear over having lost a limb. That person could either live through centuries on end, or they could die now.

The pages flipped until I reached the page with a rough drawing of a woman with similar physical condition as High lady. “Thintoathanasia, also known as the mortal immortality sickness, where instead of the entire body, either brain or heart of an immortal loses its immortality, causing the body to age differently. It can be caused because of uneven distribution or concentration of immortality factors in the body,” I read through the page in my mind, not even realizing that I had spoken it out loud. Almost everyone in the hall, including High lady, gaped at me blankly. Nesryn squinted her eyes. “How did you know about High lady’s sickness?”

Seattle, Portland, and San Francisco were gone, their millions of inhabitants now trapped in a state of biological suspension. Killian and I stood at the edge of the dais, still connected by the silver cannula in our arms. His blood was my anchor, and my resonance was his shield. Together, we were a biological anomaly that the Palace's automated security could not categorize. We were the "Inert Variable." "Maya, Leo, Toby: listen to me!" I shouted, my voice barely audible over the high-frequency shriek of the building. "Isabella is using you as a filter. She is not healing the world. She is putting it into a coma so she can harvest the silence!"

If he kept this up, it would turn into stomach cancer. Charlie had to undergo surgery, and it took three hours before he was saved. "No more stimulation. They've been working too hard for too long, and their bodies have been subjected to long-term exhaustion. This must stop." We thanked the doctor and tended to them. This was bad. We were going to get a divorce, but now they were hospitalized, and I sighed. When I got into his ward, Christopher lightened up considerably. He held my hand as tightly as he could, in case I ran away again.

She pushed him, "Shut up! Shut up!" "No, I won't shut up ... has anyone ever told you that your life is worth fighting for? You can live without him, Ari, you were caged all through your life that you can't even see there's a whole world out there where Armand Lombardo doesn't exist ... and you can be free of his constant control of your sanity ... or are you just too spoiled that every challenge you face only drives you back to him?"

Who took only living insanity away from me. “Rara...” I scraped at the fraying edges of my sanity, searching for even the tiniest fragment to grasp onto. The relentless onslaught of a ravenous scarlet surge threatened to drown me in its merciless grip, mercilessly wearing away my lowering restraint.“Schmetterling, look at me.” Look at me so that I know there’s darkness more darker than inside my heart. Remind me why I hate you. Scrap my wounds and make me bleed till I know nothing but pain.

"Julian didn't just build a machine to trap me. He used the data he stole from you to create fake wolves. They've engineered these men to be completely numb to the grounding power of an Anchor." "They're zombies, Silas," I whispered, watching a fake Alpha lift a heavy steel security desk with one hand and toss it aside like cardboard. "They don't feel pain, and they don't have a soul for me to connect with. I can't ground them because there's nothing real inside them to hold onto."

When I open them, Luke is still watching me, waiting. "I need to get my bags," I whisper into the phone. "Luke will take care of everything. Just come to me." This man has always been able to turn my rational mind into chaos. He makes me forget who I am, forget what I want, forget every promise I've made to myself. I hand the phone back to Luke without another word and follow him toward the Range Rover. My legs feel like they're made of water, but I keep walking. I'm such an idiot.

Half disassembled machines whir and spark erratically, and in the center of the room are three tables. There are people laying on two of them, if you could even call the failed creations people. Different limbs have been removed, dissected, and then reattached and now twitch unnaturally. Their eyes are glassy, their souls no longer home, and it takes everything in me to not vomit. On the third lies a woman, her chest moving in sporadic puffs. Still alive, but barely.