Madman Comics Novels & Stories

The man collapsed, bleeding profusely, and I approached him cautiously. But to my shock, the madman snapped back to life, gripping my neck with superhuman strength. I struggled to break free, but the madman's grip was unyielding. Just as all hope seemed lost, Samson appeared, yanking the madman off me and sending him flying into a nearby wall, which crumbled under the impact.

but suddenly it crashed out of my mouth, “Fuck man! fuck this shit!” The guy paused and his face became redder. “Did you just say fuck man?” Seeing the veins popping out of his forehead and neck, I lost my cool and involuntarily bursted into rounds of derisive laughter. “Stop laughing!! you moron” The guy bellowed angrily. “I’m not moron, I'm stiles” Fuck! fuck! stop replying, I said mentally and covered my mouth with my fingers so that words wouldn't crash out of my mouth again. It was as if anytime I think of something negative, it crashes out of my mouth.

Chapter 1. The beginning of madness Any story begins with birth, but the story of this madman arose long before his birth. He could not even imagine that it would happen to him, not even a tragedy, but a Comedy. Although for him, even Comedy has become a tragedy. Is it possible for a person to survive in the circumstances in which he found himself? Is it possible to remain human if everyone despises you-even those you love? Is it possible to go all the way to the final – to the death? This will be told by the madman himself, because he has no other choice. He will tell the story of his life, not because he wants to be pitied. He wants his story to be heard by people who have lost heart and s

He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.

“You!You are a sadist pig asshole motherfucker that thinks he can touch any woman he wants and they won’t say a damn thing about it!” Madchen was furious, her face distorted with anger rising like a raging phoenix, kept in the dark too long, and she was reigning down hell fire upon her cowardly supervisor, unleashing all of her fury, past and present, on him…

She lay and held her teddy bear closely. "Who is that man?" She mumbled. Brown scratched his hair. "He is a Mafia." "Mafia?" "Yeah. His name is Leonardo Cappuccino." "Wow. I have never seen one before. I only read about them in stories, are they exactly the way stories portray them to be?" Brown stared at her, "You mean like the way a bad boy that belongs to the Mafia falls in love with an innocent girl and then destroys the whole world for her sake?" He smirked and Ashley laughed.

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,”

******* Flashback "Whatever I am listening to, is that true....if it's true then how can you do this, don't you feel ashamed while doing this...?" Mr. Hassan was at his office when Mr. Zeb enters his office angrily. Seeing him furious and after listening to him what he just said Mr. Hassan looks at him non-understandingly. "What did you heard Zeb, and about what should I feel ashamed... I am not getting what are you saying...." Mr. Hassan rose from his seat. It's the first time, he saw Mr. Zeb getting that much furious, and that too on himself. It's surprising for Hassan.

Now is the time for her to apologize and— ‘Is that a dead pig?!’ “Ah, hm, what’s that you have?” Mariana asked. “A pig?” the man answered curtly. Mariana seldomly noticed verbal hints from the people she usually talked to, but it was absolutely clear to her that the man replied that way because of one thing: what she asked was a stupid question. “Right, but what I mean is, how did you get that?” Mariana said. “I hunted it…” Now she wanted to punch him.

He cocked his head, clearly waiting for me to introduce myself like the lady I wasn't. I raised an eyebrow quizzically. Hadn't he seen the news, the papers and websites? "Have you been alive these last five years?" He nodded. "I don't need to introduce myself because everyone knows me. There's not a single paper that's not talking about me or rumors that aren't insulting me." He nodded again"well, I was just being polite." I stared at my tray, ignoring him. Time was ticking away. "You don't talk much. You haven't said hundred words since. It isn't healthy to keep to yourself and be a misanthrope. "