Madman Marvel の小説・ストーリー

The kind of monsters born when ambition rots something from the inside. I didn’t step back. If I did, they’d sense it. My fear would only make them tore me in seconds. Instead, I lifted my chin and let my wolf press closer to the surface - not loose, not yet, but close enough to taste blood in the air. “You staged Mara as a fanatic,” I said calmly, though my pulse thundered in my ears. “Let her burn the bridge so you could collect the ashes.” The hooded man chuckled. “Smart girl.”

" is it safe to use a medication you haven't even tested out on someone else?" " of course. The mad pact only allows the best and most qualified medications, the only reason why I haven't used this on anyone else is that Alphas tend to heal rather quickly. and since the mad pact is mostly comprised of 100% Alphas, no one else had needed it until now. don't worry, it's 100% safe" " if you mess anything up, I will kill you " " you are kidding," Marina said in disbelief. when she looked up at Dylan she didn't see any amused expression on his face

I made a shuddering sound as I glaze on the three unconscious men, now tied on different nooks of the shop. “Now, now what do we have here.” I sneered as Caleb Salazar groaned and wheezed as he slowly lifts his head a frown etched on his face. I smile at him before wiping it off as I realize that he couldn't see my face. “Who are you?” Rage is now visible as his body tenses after a few moments of trying to collect his bearings. “A beautiful nightmare you won’t be escaping from.” I chirped as I dramatically removed the hood I’d been wearing before stepping a couple of feet in front of him.

Suddenly my phone pinged with a message from an unknown number. I open it and my eyes go big like saucers.. The message says - - - Ms. Aadhya Sengupta you shouldn't slap me yesterday.. And today what I said it's true.. I'm planning to marry the girl who dare to slap me.. Believe me you have only 1 month to enjoy your life.. Until I cage you.. Good day my would be wifey... He is insane.. He will not marry me for revenge will he? I need to ask Akshar about him..

Malachi continued, his voice dropping lower, more dangerous, “we can do it for all of you. We can protect every pack. Coordinate every defense. Lead in ways that don’t require charm or accessibility. Just strength. Just results. Just power used correctly.” He let that sit for a moment. Then added, almost as an afterthought, “That’s all.” And he walked back to his seat. The reaction was immediate. Women were practically falling over themselves. Fanning their faces. Whispering to each other with flushed cheeks and bright eyes. Even men in the crowd looked impressed despite themselves. Despite their fear. That had been a speech. Short. Powerful. Devastating in its simplicity. And I hated how ev

A strange, sickly green light filtered in from somewhere above, casting eerie, distorted shadows over the jagged stone walls. Gavin, Jerry, and Helen were dragged in, bound and barely conscious, their captors rough and silent as they shoved them to the ground in the centre of the cavernous room. The figure standing at the far end, obscured in darkness, stepped forward, his face emerging into the dim light. It was the Boss himself, a man whose presence was as cold and sharp as a blade. His expression remained impassive as he looked over the three of them, his eyes calculating and devoid of empathy. For the first time, his face was fully visible, an unsettling blend of calm and malice etched i

He sealed off the entire stretch of sea and called in over a hundred ships to search the waters endlessly. Tony stayed by the water the whole time, refusing to eat, drink, or sleep. Within days, he became unrecognizable. He looked like a madman, with his beard unshaven and his eyes sunken. The media turned the tragedy into a frenzy. [Wife of the Gambinos’ Heir Jumps to Her Death!] [Grand Wedding Becomes Grand Funeral!] [Mafia Heir’s Love Story Ends in Tragedy: Why Did His Beloved Wife Took Her Life?]

His intestines spill from a gaping slit in his gut like ropes of some kind of decoration. I missed it. I didn't even get to watch it happen. Didn't savor the sound, the expressions. That's the thing about blacking out in rage: it robs you of the enjoyment. "Goddammit," I mutter, frustrated, staring at the ruined body strapped to the chair. "This was supposed to be fun." Time to take out the trash.

What kind of man is this Welbert, Don Adonis? "You're crazy too! What kind of person are you for don adonis huh?!" She shouted here and Welbert pulled her hair so tightly that Aiya was hurt too much. I'm standing now but my head still hurts, is it my fault that his mouth is bad if he can speak. My anger issues are getting worse. "Who ordered you to shoot me, huh?! You have no respect, so why should I respect you?" He said then the madman laughed while the sharp object he was holding was still on his neck.

Sometimes, mind games messed them up more than actual violence. "Fuck you, Sanchez!" he growled. "What do you think, Marc?" I looked at the man standing next to me. His hands were clenched tightly, and his shoulders shook with anger, but he said nothing. He turned to me, his green eyes almost glowing with rage. "I agree." I nodded as if I could read Marc's mind. "I think we should give him a fighting chance." It's all about the hunt. That's what makes it so exciting and gets my blood pumping. I was raised in violence.