Madness Combat Agent Novels & Stories

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.

Nicole was not worried about the Dodge Tomahawk's intelligence as she had implanted a core chip that made it be capable in long- and short-range combat, and the best in concentrated firepower. The Dodge Tomahawk's combat system was unparalleled. Everyone could see its legs flashing and moving, causing confusion to the opponent, who started to attack haphazardly, and because of the increase in strength, almost all the attacks and defenses were done by the arms. Jared stared at the icy cold figure and could faintly see Nicole's shadow in the robot's combat techniques.

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.

I try to stay in front blocking everyone's view of her body. “Son we need to see so we know what is going on and how we can find her.” my mom puts her arm around my shoulders and guides me to the chair. I sit down but just as another familiar face appears on camera it’s Josh and sitting next to him is Emilia, what the hell is going on. I never even realized she was missing and she is holding on to his arm looking at him with so much love. The crowd quiets down when he stands and begins to speak. “As you see it is time to take out the trash. These rogues tried to leave us and join another pack. We are going to give them a chance to fight for their lives. Their opponent is the whore Ireland.

Naraja, continued to charge forward. Naraja: “More!… Give me more!” ???: “The hell are you on about, hm. And I don’t like that little light-show that’s going on in your eyes right now.” Naraja: “Grrr, will you shut the hell up already! You said you wanted a fight, so I’m giving you one you ugly bastard.” ???: “That is true,..but I’m not enjoying where your tone is at and how you’re acting right now, presently.”

If he got tired, he would stop his hand because he was afraid that the cutter would slip due to sweat in his hands. "Di Kope Kom Di Kope Koom" "Heads are coming. Heads are coming." A black man came screaming. Now all the other men were holding people's necks and bending down. Xavier quickly hid the cutter. He had a concussion in his neck. And the neck was down, and in front of it were many men's feet. "War on Hill Begasi" "Where is all the stolen goods?" There was a squeaky sound. Maybe he could understand only a few words. He was asking for stuff from the rest of the people.

“How can my mate… my mate… be my enemy? No, no, this can’t be happening. The Moon God wouldn’t do this to me!” Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision. She turned and ran to her room, collapsing onto her bed, burying her face in the soft covers as sobs wracked her body. “I searched for my mate… my whole life, I searched,” she choked out between cries. “And now he’s here, standing before me… but I can’t accept him. I can’t, because he’s my enemy. He came here to kill, not to claim me.”

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.

“Shut up, bitch. For all I know, you’re seducing him.” Fine, that’s it. That’s the last straw, I’ve been holding it back. I hate narrow-minded people like this. “Do you know me?” “No, you’re not someone special.” She said proudly. I smirked at her, “My targets call me psycho, but I guess you’re that dumb not to know. Let me tell you then. I am Agent Nova, and those who chose violence do not stand a chance against me.” I said. “Awe that’s cool, but let’s sparring then.” She asked.

As calm as I could be. "This... it’s mixed with Wolf’s Bane extract and a synthetic neural blocker. In small doses, it makes a wolf feel 'calm.' But over time? It rots the brain. It causes permanent memory loss. But before that, it causes the person to snap—sudden bursts of rage that the victim can't control. And in most cases, it results in madness. Full-blown, I tell you. The kind of madness that would need chains. Something that cannot be reversed." Fuck.