Madman Anime Novels & Stories

Alpha Dagon tilts his head as he looks at the mad wolf, who slams himself against the wall with a cry. “It means something is stirring. Mad wolves come from deep pain, trauma and loss. Some of them are high on wolfband, others are broken, mentally and emotionally, they don't choose, their minds snap and they lose control. They inflict pain on themselves and lose entirely their human side, unlike rogues who still have a chance to live normal lives after banishment from their packs.” Kieran's eyes narrow. “He wasn't just mad, he was strong, quick too, he almost got me,”

And perhaps nature was giving its full support. Suddenly he was forced to look up at the feminine scream. The black man now had the Asian girl's hair, bent over her face and she was weeping like a fish with a trembling being. He was a very tall and strong man with the thickest locks of hair hanging loosely over his shoulders. He probably forgot to leave the girl. And he opened his eyes wide and took a deep breath, buried his face in her neck. The girl was feeling like a delicate bird in front of him.

It was incredible how the king did not think about killing him because of his temper. But the way Kenneth looked at him the first time they met was what drove him insane. A monster like the Mad King could never look at someone in such a gentle way, and yet he did. He saw sadness and pain the moment their same feline eyes landed on each other. Keith was looking at himself, but fiercer and stronger, and the scar crossing his right eye could not leave his mind. It was difficult to keep hating him after seeing that look on his face.

And her tiny hands are sticking out as she struggles to survive. I’m trying hard not to laugh my ass off. But… damn, silence is a plague. Zavere comes out of the forest seconds later; I didn’t see that one coming. He wastes no time to strip off his clothes and headband. And my oh my, look at those muscles rippling under the moon’s glare! Half-moon, rather. As Hunter’s The Madman, I call this one The Luciferic Lad—if that makes sense. Actually, it does. He looks wicked yet has the heart of an angel after all. Not like I’d mind the latter when I’ll be slicing his cock and shoving it down his throat.

With his hands in his pocket and his sleeves rolled up to reveal his muscular arms, he seemed unfazed, yet he seemed so scary. "Let her go", he said again in that deep baritone voice that shook the ground. "And who the fuck are you?", The madman asked, scrutinizing him with his eyes. "That's not what you should worry about. What you're doing is degrading, and no one deserves it. You could've taken her home with you to do whatever you want to do, but it's obvious you don't know how to treat a woman. So do not touch her again." The madman stared at him for a few seconds and suddenly rolled his head back in laughter. He laughed so hard, he began coughing.

it felt really painful. God, why? The tears that started streaming down his face were making his vision blurry, making him bump against people who were walking. He didn’t even bother saying his sorry, and those people cursed at him, and thought of him as a jerk. But no, Sane didn’t care. Sane didn’t care if those people thought of him as the worst person in the world. He didn’t care if those people thought that he was a spawn of Satan himself, that he was evil incarnate, he didn’t care. Because when one lost someone, he no longer cared

We don't retreat. We sharpen. And somewhere underneath all the sarcasm and fake escape plans, something inside me shifts anyway. The moon hangs pale outside my bedroom window. Tomorrow it'll be full. Tomorrow somebody will probably get bonded whether they like it or not. Tomorrow half the wolves in the territory will lose their minds. I close my eyes slowly. "Let the moon do its worst," I whisper. Because if there's going to be madness tomorrow— it won't just belong to the moon.

] Arman thought to himself as he let out a smile of defiance. Right now, nearly half of his body was burnt off and all of the hair in his body was also burnt. The virus' powerful regeneration can’t keep up with the damage Arman sustains but… He is determined to drag this madman down with him! Even with half of his consciousness he still uses all of the power he could muster to bind the madman with his body.

And not just that, he'd made someone plant drugs in my room to prove that I was really mentally unstable. A year later, I squinted as the blinding lights of the morning sun hit my face the moment as I slowly stepped through the heavy doors of the mental health unit, clutching the small plastic bag that contained my clothes, looking for him. My mate, My husband. My Alpha. Kirk. I soon spotted his tall figure, leaning against the black SUV with arms crossed over his perfectly sculpted chest. Tall, disgustingly handsome. He looked perfect, but he was a demon set loose from hell in the skin of an Alpha.

The figure was that of a handsome man who looked to be in his early thirties with raven hair and stern obsidian eyes. He was wearing a stylish and sophisticated suit as he coldly looked at Maria, who, frightened, couldn't help but think, 'This man reminds me of a certain anime character.' The character that came to mind was associated with a popular anime about an orphaned ninja with a demon fox sealed inside of him, who dreamed of being the leader of his village one day. "It has been brought to my attention that you have broken one of this academy's sacred rules by attacking one of your fellow classmates during a training exercise." Even his voice was cold when he addressed her.