Madman Anime Novels & Stories

"You crazy man! I'm a NORMAL man! Go find a woman!" ***

' 'He knows that we know he's losing his damn mind? 'Anyone could tell that. He's insane. When did it get so bad?' 'I don't know, but be careful what you say. It could get you killed.' The chatter through the link was close to treason, if not enough to get them all hanged. Ben could see the humans lining up on the other side of the city wall. He wouldn't be the first to attack. He couldn't kill innocent humans, not after meeting his mate, not after seeing her face in his dreams and feeling the pull of the bond between them.

Just to piss me off . I took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress my growing impatience. " You got it right. My nickname is madman. I kill criminals for fun and also those who irritates me. Keep quiet and get moving to your fucking office." I growled angrily, spreading my claws. The fangs pierced out my jaws as I glared at them furiously without a blink. " We should get going. The officers had strictly warned us from touching this psycho. Let him fuck that woman afterall she's just a slave captured from streets!"

Mitaka had known Misaki for so long, although, the other party's personality was very irresponsible, bubbly, childish, and outgoing, she was definitely a professional in anime production, so if someone talked nonsense and degraded her work, even if Misaki's character was irresponsible, bubbly, childish, and outgoing, she would get angry, and lost her temper, and now that, he looked at Misaki's shocked expression, and knew that it was enough to prove to confirm what Monica had said before was right. Mitaka looked at Monica, who sipped his tea calmly in front of him, wondering what kind of person he was and wondered how Monica knew so much, if it was only a shallow knowledge, then he didn't ca

"What the hell? What did she do in there? Why does it stink so badly?" Marcus frowned hard. Fighting his nausea, he switched on the greenhouse lights. My body lay curled on the ground, completely unresponsive. "What are you playing at, Bianca? Get up now!" Marcus roared. He thought I was retaliating by doing something revolting to express my dissatisfaction toward them. My soul stood right beside him. I watched as his face grew more furious at my silence and thought what a tragedy this was. Mackenzie pinched her nose and cast a look of repugnance before letting out an exaggerated scream. "Oh my god! How repulsive! Did she mess with the pesticides in here? That's so dangerous!"

“She followed your agreement, I didn’t. Where’s our son?” The mans eyes shift nervously between Tom and me. The arrogant control he’d had before is gone entirely. “You… I need my sister first. Family – you know.” The man says. Tom rolls his eyes and slides a chair closer to the man before sitting. He leans into him and grabs him by the shirt collar, “I’ve already accepted my son is dead. I’ve coped. My wife hasn’t. I’m not as easy to manipulate. If you do not show us our son – alive – forget about your sister. I’m going to set you on fire, but that fire out with salt, and drop you somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, close enough that you can see land, far enough that you’ll never reach it alive.

But after getting acquainted with Isabella's sweet wet parts and her ferocious fighting, just the thought of touching another person made me feel nauseous. So now, I am nothing more than an entity filled with tension and violence. An existence that cannot be measured or contained and continues to grow bigger with every passing second. My beast has scratched and clawed at the walls of my sanity, demanding a way out. The crazier the better. I wanted nothing more than to give it a taste of euphoric anarchy. But the downside was, if I let it loose, Isabella wouldn't give me any more time. I would be mentally changed and could and would revert to drastic measures to have her again.

He hurried away, getting farther and farther. The bodyguards came toward me with the pot. I tried to escape, but the other bodyguard held my hands down. "No, let me go! I'm the real Mrs. Ford... You can't do this to me!" One of the bodyguards gave a mocking smile. "Miss Julia, this is Mr. Norman's order. There's nothing we can do." And with that, the boiling soup was poured over my hands. The pain was so intense that I passed out within seconds.

I ask, holding my arm out for him to see. His eyes go wide, horrified. I lean forward, tongue out, and lick the blood from my wound. I hum at the taste; coppery, wild, grounding. He thrashes in the chair, chains rattling. "You're fucking crazy!" he screams. "Somebody help! Fucking help me!" I chuckle. "You're not the first to say that, you know." I tilt my head, smiling like we're sharing an inside joke. "I take it as a compliment."

He paused to give a sardonic laugh. "Banished me to my grief. They called me crazy. They called me the insane alpha. They said he had lost his mind. Eric has lost his sanity. I was treated like a curse. I was kept in chains. I was locked away. No one came to see me. All I knew was darkness. I couldn't tell night from day. My world was adorned with darkness. Emptiness. Pain. Loneliness. Do you know the torture I went through, Yaki? Do you know the humiliation I was subjected to? I was forced to live like a rogue. Act like a rogue. Think like a rogue...."