Madness Combat Agent Novels & Stories

More violent in its construction. "Conclave-era," she said, through the link, her voice tight. "Combat application. I've only seen this in historical records, it's a corrosive working, designed to spread through tissue and resist healing magic. It's illegal under every pack convention that's been ratified in the last fifty years. No exceptions. No grey area." I watched one of our Silvercrest warriors get hit with it on the eastern approach, not killed, but the wound site was wrong in a way that made the field medic's expression change the moment he saw it.

he roared once more after the unseen force doubled in might. The sickly man found himself kissing the rubbles below as he was totally incapacitated in a faced down spread-eagled position. His shouts were now finally muffled by the debris that was presented at his gaping mouth. “Is there a way to silence him, Madame Ais? But I don’t want him to die. I just want for him to allow us to enter the sect and perhaps let us become Prime disciples he said earlier.” Maru asked the system. “Affirmative, Maru. The system has a mind control drug that could subdue any being below a level 10 cultivator.” Madame Ais answered.

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.

Zephyr reckoned the man was an Agile of level three, a dangerous combatant to encounter indeed. Zephyr remained hidden and quickly channeled his Might to further mask his energies. ‘Who’s this guy?’ he wondered.

"By the way, I don't know what items you have in your inventory. However, I don't believe that you can successfully run away without buying something from the system. I want to see how long you can hold on. Hahaha! As a qualified stalker, I will never be far from you! I'm looking forward to you reciprocating my love and devotion by showing me a good show!" The woman lying weakly and hopelessly on the floor painfully closed her eyes. By this time, the enemy Level 5 Host already disappeared, no whatsoever trace of him remaining in the hallway. If not for the bloody mess nearby, together with the countless daggers and knives littering the ground, no one would have thought that a battle between

The madness drove him forward with terrifying, explosive speed. He launched himself at Marcus, throwing a chaotic, desperate flurry of elbows and knees. He wasn't fighting with technique; he was fighting with the sheer, suicidal pressure of the Red Rust. Marcus dropped into his heavy, grounded guard. Harden. The invisible Non-Newtonian Kinetic Shield flared over his dark combat rig. Kael's strikes slammed into the Bastion with the force of a wrecking ball. The shield crystallized, effortlessly absorbing the physical penetration, but the heavy kinetic weight of the blows transferred directly into Marcus's fractured rib.

She'd learned the layout of the main floor, identified security patterns, begun to understand the household dynamics. And she'd seen him. Alpha Kael Stormridge, in the flesh. Marcus's killer. Sera pulled out her phone and scrolled to the photos she'd saved-pictures of Marcus, smiling and alive. The evidence of his murder. The anonymous note that had started everything. She needed to remember. Needed to keep the hatred sharp and clear. But when she tried to summon rage, tried to feel that burning need for vengeance... Nothing. Just exhaustion and emptiness. Her wolf was silent. Her heart was numb. She was a weapon, yes, but weapons didn't feel. They just cut.