Madness Combat Agent Novels & Stories

someone barked, voice cracking over the chaos. Flinco’s team stormed in—operators in multicam black, plate carriers heavy with frag grenades and flashbangs. Reaper led, MP5 barking suppressed bursts—thwip-thwip-thwip—two agents down, chests blooming red, bodies crumpling in the hall. Jeremy’s crew followed, heavier, meaner—M4s on full auto, spraying 5.56 like a storm. Rounds chewed walls, blood splattered white paint, spent casings clinking hot on the floor.

Her wolf is something else, she is breathtaking, my wolf is smitten, it takes my all to pull his attention back to the matter at hand. I notice their attention is on her, so this is why they are here for my mate. The thought has just entered my mind when the large wolf who seems to be in charge launches at me. Everything happens so quickly, one minute Trent is fighting by my back against two while I am fighting the big wolf and two others. They just keep coming, you take one out two more appear. There is something strange about them, I can sense the magic coming off them. My warriors are holding their own against these rogues. ‘Where is poison?’ Trent asks through the mind-link.

Growling, Faith warned, "Don't growl at me, you asked for this fight. It's not my fault you keep falling." Displeased by Faith's retort, Petta sprang up from the ground and brandished a blade from her back pocket, charging at Faith. I noticed the weapon in her hands, and it seemed Faith did too. As Petta swung the blade, it grazed Faith's arm as she blocked the attack intended for her face, resulting in a deep cut on her arm. Glancing at her wound nonchalantly, Faith knew she would heal as she had trained intensively in combat and pain management. Engaging in a fierce fight, both girls clawed at each other, and in the struggle, Petta ended up cutting Faith from her elbow to her hand, causing

"He's an expert in interrogation." Maya's eyes locked onto Agent Ross, her expression defiant. "I'm not afraid of you," she said. Agent Ross smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "We'll see about that," he said, pulling out a small device from his pocket. Maya's eyes widened as she saw the device. It was a neural disruptor, a device that could manipulate a person's thoughts and memories. "No," Maya whispered, her eyes locked onto the device. Agent Ross smiled, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. "Yes," he said, activating the device.

Light burst through the dark, blinding my eyes as flashes of my mother staring into Deimos’ eyes flooded in, her memories bleeding into mine — standing like a shield between him and me. ‘He is your enemy. The one you need to — have to — end.’ Her bitterness, her hatred and her wrath overwhelmed me. My fists clenched, my jaw locked, and my body trembled, not with fear, but with pure, consuming rage. Symptoms of the Madness affliction: heavy, lifeless eyes ringed with chronic bruise-like dark circles. Normally, I would have cowered beneath such a sublime presence, but holding his gaze, I glared right into his eyes.

Cassius commanded the warriors when he saw the remains of those hybrids on the ground. “Bring explosives and destroy that passage first.” He added it while looking at the open passage. “Do this quick or more hybrids will be here at any time soon. You guys are not trained to fight with these creatures.” He instructed sternly, emphasizing the looming threat over them. The warriors gulped hard and immediately ran towards the stairs to get whatever they needed to clean the floor and to explode that passage. Sylvester had already run out of the dungeons to help his father. “Whoever is inventing these poisons have some obsession towards silver. He mixed some unknown compounds with silver to make t

It was chemical. "Gas!" Kaelor roared. "Get the masks! Get everyone to the back tunnels!" "There are no masks for this, Kaelor," Aradaa said, his eyes wide as he scanned the stolen logs. "It’s a neural-agent. It'll paralyze everyone in minutes." Kaelor grabbed his blade, his eyes turning a dark, desperate brown. "Take Kaerith. Take the survivors. I'll hold the mouth. I'll buy you the minutes."

Under the glow of the remaining streetlights, dozens of human figures were moving forward in a rigid, perfectly synchronized formation. Their movements were not like typical wild, aggressive zombies, they were precise, as if every step had been programmed by a computer. They all wore neon blue digital visors that cast a cold light into the darkness of the night. "The Anti Indomie Agents," Riska hissed, standing beside Bima with a hardened face. "What are they carrying on their backs?" Kevin asked, narrowing his eyes to get a better look. Each agent carried a silver metal canister that sprayed a thick gray mist in every direction.

They would simply step into the space left behind. I had seen it done before. My father had seen it done to a neighboring Alpha twenty years ago. The man had been strong enough to hold his borders against any direct assault. But his bond mate had been considered unusual by his council's standards, and the whisper campaign had taken eight months and the man had lost not a battle but a vote of confidence that his own inner circle had organized. He had been finished before the first blade was drawn. I was not going to be finished that way.

Alex stood up from his seat, before Raymond could say any further, he saw himself pinned against the wall, Alex hand flew to his neck, as he grabbed his throat, he watched Raymond fight helpless for a chance to breathe again, " If you mess with me using my mother's death, I will not only kill you, I will make sure you have a very painful death, burn your body, and scatter your ashes to the four corners of the earth, If you....."