Inked Sanity Novels & Stories

I knew that he resented me for letting Wendy discover what happened between us that night. If Wendy had remained clueless about us, she would never have left. At that point, I broke off from my thoughts. I brought Connor the antidote to the drug and some cold water. After helping him with the pill, I put a cold compress on him. After all, in the previous timeline, he had sacrificed himself to save me. I had to pay him back for that. “Where’s Wendy?” The antidote and cold water had helped him regain some of his senses.

The "Acoustic Noise" of the docking bay was replaced by a "High-Frequency" whine as the Sovereign-Prime initiated the "Universal Audit." Ethan Hawke stood in the center of the "Mainframe-Node," his "Strong Frame" vibrating not from "Physical" exertion, but from the "Neural-Link" intrusion of the satellite’s "Source-Code." The "Digital-Ghost" of Silas Hawke wasn't just speaking through the speakers anymore; he was "Data-Mining" Ethan’s very consciousness.

Just a scratch. “Scratch?” His eyes were wide, almost incredulous. “You’re bleeding like…” I huffed, pain flickering through me, “I said I’m fine." "I just… need to get you to the car. Now.” Sandra stood frozen, knife still in hand, but her gaze; cold, detached, didn’t move from me. Her expression was blank. Not even shock. Not even regret. Nothing. “You’re… insane,” I muttered through gritted teeth, glancing at her. “Absolutely insane.”

Gets louder and louder by the moment until that insanity finally comes to the surface, as he screams laughing in between the following curse words. “Sanity? Oh, please! Tell me all about it as I do not know a damn f****** thing about that s**** word. Insanity? Oh, hell yes! That is me and is all about me. I love that word as I love the ring unto it as it pays me to laugh this way and turn my life in this perfect living hell, I never believe I could ever have. Damn those f****** people and in my original world who did nothing but to step unto the weak and take everything of what they think they can just because they are rich and powerful. Damn is this life which I hated and love, as I love ga

I take her hand and watch helplessly as our brother’s bones snap and reconfigure into his human form. I want to help him, but I don’t know what to do. I remember my first shift. It was horrible. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, but I also know that there is nothing I can do to make this easier for him. The only thing that helped me was Doc Everett knocking me out. Since Iniko isn’t a hybrid, this should be a normal shift, except Iniko isn’t normal. No one knows what will happen with him after he shifts. Will he finally regain his memories from his life before now? Will he want Eliane as his mate again? Will the rift between him and Ancalagon start all over again?

“Relax, darling. We’ll see who wins.” Meanwhile, Ishtiyaq paced his own office, hands running through his hair as he replayed the conversation in his mind. He had been calm at first, but the mention of Timtim’s vulnerability—her sickness, her innocence—had rattled him more than he wanted to admit. He remembered her delicate features, the way her hair had fallen across her feverish face when Sana had mentioned her condition. That single image haunted him, twisting his thoughts.

Many tried to run but were suddenly crushed by a mental wall that began to cage everyone in. All sounds faded and an ache ran through Trix’s head. She felt herself being pulled in a direction which she did not know. Her vision blurred and the pain grew. She fell to her knees. It was as if her head was about to explode she felt as if she was going to die. ‘Stop fighting it,’ a voice echoed through the chaos. ‘It is who you are Trixiana.’ ‘Open your eyes, Trix.’ ‘Open your eyes!’ Trix eyes snapped opened and she met the concerned hazel eyes of Tristan.

Everything and everyone around me, had been acting weirdly lately, especially bloody ME ! Gawwwddd. Please help me keep my sanity. I think I am gonna lose it any time now !! Hmfph !

Everything polished, annotated, and calm. The conclusion: > *The family’s recollection of delayed warning signals appears stress-amplified. Bastion route logic performed within accepted variance. No singular accountability event detected.* The city accepted it immediately. The insurance board accepted it within hours. And worst of all— Some of the family accepted it too. --- At the Sanctuary, Marra paced near the stove. “That’s it?” she snapped. “A machine tells grieving parents their memory was stress-amplified and the world calls it closure?”

"You, above all others, should be elated if, by some miraculous occurrence, his beast has fixated. It could signify something positive. Perhaps his mind is not entirely lost? Or maybe his sanity is resurfacing. He might become the first Urekai to emerge from madness." Sinai's mouth opened, closed, then opened again. "You, of all people, know it does not work that way. There is no return. Once the mind is gone, it is lost forever, and in its stead remains a mere husk. A shell. A ghost of who he once was."