Madman Comics Novels & Stories

We both may be crazy. Entering into the small coffee shop, we take a seat and give the waitress our orders. The man doesn’t speak until our orders arrive. “So,” I say when the waitress leaves. The man grins, chuckling softly. “Well I see you’re not one for chit chat,” he says, amusement again on his face. “Good news is you’re not insane. The bad news is all that you think is a hallucination isn’t. It did happen. Last night you did see your body contort into something else until you blacked out from the trauma, pain, and the beast taking over.”

Spine-chilling laughter escaped my lips, and it silenced the b*stards for a moment. Jasmine snarled in disgust, "What's so funny? Have you gone mad?" I didn't answer her. Instead, I spat out blood and dug into the deepest layer of my tactical backpack. The original Jason spent all his savings getting this high-frequency military-grade concussion grenade from the black market. He was going to use it on the Zombie King and take it down with him. Now, I was going to use this on these jerks.

He said and he laughed then suddenly I jumped again and hit the wall. "Stop playing games with me and show yourself! You're a coward!" I screamed in anger and even though I was struggling because of the pain in my body now because of what this crazy person was doing, I still stood up. "Damn it! You're really fighting me, don't mess with me." I said then I clenched my fist and this mysterious man's laughter grew even louder. "Hmm... That's what I want." He said at the same time he laughed out loud, his voice was the only thing you could hear inside, as if his laughter would destroy people's eardrums.

Charlie’s face shifted from pale to flushed, his hands waving frantically as he shouted, yet every pore radiated panic. Clearly, he thought Conrad had lost his mind—that every word was a lie. Apparently, he was the only one in the household completely unaware of the family’s dark secrets. In his eyes, he was the sole heir of a happy family. Then Charlie lunged toward me, shaking my shoulders violently. “You see, Kendall? I warned you! He’s insane! He’s ranting with lies again! “And you married him? Ha! Are you stupid? You must regret it by now!”

" As if wanting to break me completely, Jasper snatched the sealed box from me. He then grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the animal testing lab next door, a twisted grin on his face. Jasper opened up the box as everyone watched on in shock. He then flung all the charred bits into the feeder meant for the lab animals. Several white mice immediately started feeding on the bits of charred flesh. "See? This is how your son will be laid to rest—as animal feed!" Jasper had a sickening expression on his face. The lab door suddenly opened. Jasper's deputy, Gabe Wilson, ran inside looking incredibly panicked. There was a charred object in his hands.

Harlow laughed with Dante, and then turned dead serious as he gripped Dante’s throat saying, “I might look that way, but I’ve got hands, and my hands are magical; I can cut, carve and chop.” Dante was afraid on the inside, he didn’t want to lose his son, but he knew that the boss whom he referred to as the mastermind would end his entire bloodline if he uttered anything. Alessandro was less ruthless than the mastermind, so Dante decided to keep playing around until the mastermind himself would come to his aid as he had promised. Harlow loosened his grip on Dante’s throat upon Alessandro’s orders. “Dante Jovie, for your misconduct, you will lose your arm, your right one of course. Since it la

He stepped into the light of the sconces, looking as tired as I felt, but significantly less complicated. "Customs?" I asked, exhaling a long plume of smoke. "Worse. The French contact is getting greedy. He heard about the... acquisition you made this week," Marco said, glancing toward the wing of the building where I’d tucked Kieran away. "He thinks you’re distracted. He wants another twenty percent on the 'travel' f*e for the dragon-glass crates."

My hands clenched into fists as I remembered the details of my past. This time, I didn't plan on submitting my patent. Instead, I arrived at a nearby pigsty, pulled out the manuscript, and tossed it in. My hard work got mixed in with pig slop and eaten by the pigs. For once, I actually felt a sense of satisfaction. Now that I had been reborn, I wasn't about to let history repeat itself. I couldn't wait to see how they were going to accuse me of stealing this time now that the evidence had been destroyed.

Some of the domestic staff used side entrances to avoid interacting with her. A few younger wolves even posted coded messages on the city forum about “dangerous scents” and “spiritual imbalance,” weaving superstition into what had begun as simple gossip. When Kirk discovered those posts, he spent an entire morning demanding they be deleted. His voice echoed through command channels, crisp and impatient, as he accused the moderators of negligence. I passed through the tech hub on my way to the medical wing and saw him standing behind the head moderator, pointing at her screen with an expression that left no room for conversation. He didn’t glance at me. I didn’t interrupt him. I walked throug

I thought I was going to faint again. The bodyguard captain was glaring at me fiercely, as if the man behind him was his employer. Stunned, I blurted, "Are you mad? I'm the Leafensteins' second-in-line, not him!"