Madness Character Novels & Stories

Dominic was a wild one, unlike Mad there isn’t always a reason for his madness but at heart he was a good man. Maddox shrugged. “It wouldn’t hurt with Brandon and Alex not here. He keeps his problems to himself until they boil over and burn him and in the process the ones close to him.” He made a face. “I think I just described all of us.” My lips twitched. “You think?” He chuckled. “Anyways, you have a good night. I’m gonna give this little monkey to his mother so she can sleep too.” @Gupta

) Vampire was unamused voice responded as if she knew that Mad wouldn’t be happy about it. Mad clicked his tongue, “who the fuck let my cute little sisters alone without supervision?” He could hear the under voice, ‘ugh, I know it will be like this.’ (They are under my supervision. Focus, Mad.) Crazy answered in his annoyed voice. It was his everyday voice, by the way. “Ah, okay.” He scratched his neck awkwardly. “Anyway, the passage is fairly complicated. Please hold their hands.” (... okay.) Crazy was a bit fiddly about 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.

Madison said with conviction, a sad smile playing on her face. “None of your pessimistic talk again!” Meredith warned. “You can’t just give up and let the evil witch take over your mind so that she can come and go as she pleases. You can do better than that.” “I have been trying! I have been trying hard,” Madison said, a sad smile playing on her face. “The problem is I focus even more than before but it just doesn’t work. It’s getting easier and easier for her to get inside my mind, and I don’t know the reason,” Madison replied.

A patient was doing sit-ups on the floor by the doorway of the room. Her hand slipped, and she nearly missed his head, which almost hit the ground. The patient froze, then looked up. Madison smiled. "Look at them. Everyone here is striving to be the sickest patient!" The middle-aged fitness enthusiast, who had been admitted for schizophrenia, was rendered speechless. Madison moved through the building. More patients were out wandering freely. She kept her umbrella open, using it to deftly fend off anything thrown at her while chatting with Greta.

He behaved just like a lunatic. In the end, the drug dealers were punished according to the law. Meanwhile, Harvey was sent to the hospital before he had the chance to personally avenge me. Natalie had a high fever that day and was very ill. The second she noticed Harvey's figure in the hospital, she rushed up to him and hugged him. Sadly, Harvey was no longer a sane man. The moment Natalie hugged him, he stabbed her with the knife. As a result, he was taken to a psychiatric hospital.

“Is it your city and your people that bound you to stay in that god forsaken cave?!” Slowly descending into madness as he saw his own plan ruined before his eyes, Isaac run his fingers through his hair, slowly pulling it aside and clicking his tongue. “This won’t do. I have done so much for you. I know, I know that while there is no god in this world, you can be the god!”

How true is that statement for this damned world we live in, where nameless horrors always lurk in the dark, ready to catch us, trap us, and drag us to eternal ruin. I believe that insanity is a release from the restrictive limitations imposed on us by the expectations of our culture, our race and, above all, ourselves. The madman does not care what others think of him, because what leads a person to dementia is often the revelation that the world around him is not as safe or stable as he would like to believe, that it is a populated place by monsters that lurk just beyond the thin veil of reality, that can tear apart a man's soul as well as his body and destroy his mind.

“He had the whole package. Broad shoulders, tiny waist, legs that should probably be regulated by federal law, an eight-pack that looked photoshopped even in person, and one of those faces that belong in an Abercrombie campaign where some suspiciously attractive college student is smiling while holding a football for absolutely no reason.” I laughed despite myself. “That's very specific.” “Because that's exactly what he looked like.” She pointed her marshmallow stick toward me again. “And the worst part was that he knew it.” “Dangerous.” “Extremely.” Maddie shook her head. “He was nineteen.” “Ah.” “Exactly.” That single syllable carried all the tragedy necessary. “Maybe it's because he was s

It's like I've been erased, left stranded on the outside of the only life that ever meant anything. So, I drink myself into oblivion every night just to quiet the noise in my head, the constant replay of what I lost, what I destroyed. The mirror shows me what I've become. Long hair brushing against my jawline, paired with a beard that borders on feral. I've got that wild-eyed psychotic, disheveled look. The kind of face that makes people avert their eyes.