Madman Marvel Novelas e Histórias

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,”

She stood like a fool, tongue-tied. "Answer me" He snapped and she flinched. Her tongue refused to give in. "Marciella" The underlying warning in that cold tone forced her to speak. "I-I don't know. Eric talks about a lot of things like Alana, his children, and even abstract things. He's unstable, Yaki. I don't think you should ask questions based on the words of a maniac...I mean unstable man" She said, keeping her eyes to the ground.

A tattoo of thorny veins wraps around his right arm, snaking from his wrist to his shoulder. I quickly looked away. This was a man dubbed the Mad Doctor because he killed his parents at only eleven. He is dangerous. And definitely not someone I should be ogling.

Teeth ground until they hurt. Pain didn’t matter, nothing did at this point. The madness had him. The world shifted into this red frenzy. Torches danced. Shadows slithered like snakes with voices condemning him. Every heartbeat, every breath, every thought slammed into him all at once. His body shook, sweat poured down his face. He tried to hold on, tried to breathe. He tried to resist but the madness had him at its palms. “I… I am… the Alpha,” he whispered. Voice shaking. “I… control… this…”

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.

He said in agony, "So she thought that we were going to celebrate her birthday. Damn it! What have I done? How could I forget her birthday? I promised to celebrate every birthday with her. Not only did I not celebrate it with her, but I also suspected that she added peanut butter to the cake and made Maeve have an allergic reaction. Was she very upset when she came back to get her luggage?" The domineering mafia leader slumped on the couch, burying his face tiredly in his hands as he spoke to Alfred in a low and hoarse voice. Alfred hesitated for a moment before answering truthfully, "Mr. Cole, she wasn't sad. She was very calm and even told us to take good care of you and Mr. Jasper." Felix

And her hair…. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that Maduro tried to trick me by passing of someone else as his daughter, but his blood flowed through her veins, I could smell it. It smelled just like Maduro’s everytime he had come into my cell to visit, to gloat about how he had conquered the indomitable Thano Blackburn of the Blood clan and how he had taken Thano’s heir hostage as a souvenir. Kora would be difficult to break. But I will break her and I will be sure to relish every moment of it.

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.

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!"

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