Madness Combat Agent Novels & Stories

Kyle shifted uncomfortably for what he must say next. “We need to take a rarely used, dicey, tactic: Double Blind Strikes. For this I need all of you to remember not all intel will be shared, a basic plan will be in place, but as things change out there, you cannot contact each other. Animikii’s wolves can sense you. I’m getting ahead of myself here. I have decided that I require Aries, Scythe, Dove, Troy, and Briar. If your name hasn’t been called, can you give us the room?” Kyle asked, bowing. After those not invited left the room, there was no holding anything back now.

He was certain that there was screaming all around him, but he couldn't hear it over the roar in his ears. He'd finally managed to end this stupid battle. He was the undisputed God of Chaos now. Jinx could feel it in his bones, right down in his soul. The power was flowing out of Agent's body as quickly as the blood that was pooling under both their paws. "The kits..." Jinx's enemy was croaking out a few last words. "Are they safe?"

When I open them, Luke is still watching me, waiting. "I need to get my bags," I whisper into the phone. "Luke will take care of everything. Just come to me." This man has always been able to turn my rational mind into chaos. He makes me forget who I am, forget what I want, forget every promise I've made to myself. I hand the phone back to Luke without another word and follow him toward the Range Rover. My legs feel like they're made of water, but I keep walking. I'm such an idiot.

The first confrontation was not physical but psychological, a battle of influence, anticipation, and ethical positioning. Madison scaled a rooftop, manipulating shadows and light to shape perception. Stepbrother guided the central flow, ensuring our moves remained anticipatory rather than reactive. Ian applied pressure along the flank, nudging adversaries toward misjudgment without direct aggression. I orchestrated rhythm, timing every movement and communication to maximize coordination while minimizing unnecessary harm.

Everything was left in dust and burning soils. "...Sir, what is that?..". (Alehandro) Even though what just happened was real, for the three of them, the sheer power of destruction has made them questioned their sanity. "That is an AGM-New type Magic Maverick…a new type of weapon release by our R&D Department…also apart of the Military top-secret research [Project Angel]… Quite a good right?..". It's actually an improved AGM-65 Maverick, enhanced by enchantment magic in the R&D department. Actually, I thought the effect might not be that effective, but surprisingly, the effect was in fact more deadly than I have predicted.

Soon, I'll publish his offspring's story, which would be darker, of course. But guys, I don't want to do it now. Actually, I believe writing isn't what you do in a hurry and by doing that, I don't want to ruin the story, so you've to wait and I promise, I'll give you something better than Madness. For that, just remember my penname, Mastaani. You'll find the second book of Da'ud's family soon. Thank you for giving your time, Stay blessed and stay happy, and untill Da'ud's next book, give a chance to my another book, ‘Loving You Is A Risky Game’. It's a werewolf and vampire romance and I believe you'll like it.

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

He used the fog barrier to buy time and exhaust his opponent. “How about it? Can you find me, you grotesque thing?” Adrian’s taunts echoed, but the sinister man no longer responded. His eyes were bloodshot, his pupils pinpricks, and his pulse raced as he mindlessly attacked everything around him. This loss of consciousness was precisely the dangers of madness.

note that this is illegal. With a deep breath, Athena clicked on the files Jay had sent her, and a series of mugshots filled her screen. Five faces stared back at her, each with a haunting story to tell. The first inmate, Karam Abigal, sent a shiver down Athena's spine. The sheer brutality of his crimes, the annihilation of an entire family, shook her to her core. It was chilling to read that he suffered from depression and schizophrenia, mental illnesses that seemed to contribute to the unimaginable acts he had committed. His impending death in five months added another layer of gravity to the situation.

And like the fucking idiot I am, I believed her when she told me she saw Beatrice take it. I rewind the footage. Again and again. The pressure in my chest detonates and I let out a roar, the kind that shakes the walls. My arm sweeps across my desk with brutal force, sending everything flying. Papers scatter like snow, glass shatters against the wood, and the clatter of metal from computers and other objects echoes through the room like a war zone. The destruction is loud but it doesn't quiet the storm inside me.