Madness Combat Agent Novels & Stories

Her body was slowly warming up though she knows she was going to be severely dehydrated because of the mini gin and the man looked at her knowingly. "Slow painful death. Fuck..." she cursed and start to converse with herself. That day she was left to the eerily silent of the dungeon, she tried to stay strong as her body regain the warmth from the miniature gin that she had earlier. Her stomach growl to the hunger which she has been feeling for the last couple of hours. "Twenty-one to forty days without food, eight to twenty-one days without food and water..." The agent tries to keep herself awake by talking to herself.

Every agent who doesn’t wear our agency logo is now on the ground. Once in the basement, I see my boyfriend fighting with Oscar’s men. Unlike me, his movements are more professional, he doesn’t seem to struggle. He gets rid of them smoothly and effortlessly as he punches them and knocks them down. The boss and three of our agents are protecting the ex-marines, there are only a few seconds left before the bomb explodes. I’m scared as hell, every cry, every noise becomes a background sound as an atrocious migraine destroys my vision. I feel very bad, I have a horrible urge to vomit every time I see the digital numbers move at an incredible speed in the timer.

asked June. We, in fact, did!” replied Agatha looking at the over enthusiastic new trainee. “But that turned out to be a lapse of judgement on part of one of our agents. Which our agents are very prone to.” She added, eyeing Madison. Madison sighed thinking she was seriously going to do this forever. She had a rival in the team even before they had started.

That morning, I woke up with mixed feelings—excited because I was going to see Zach today, but also confused because I wasn't sure how I really felt. I noticed that my roommates looked glum, even though it was a bright, sunny day. Aggy, in particular, looked worried. "Combat class is today. By the moon goddess, I hate that class!" Combat was mandatory for all students, as far as I knew. It focused on self-defense, not intimidation. After all, there were tons of rogue wolves out there who posed a real threat.

It was a forceful attack that blood graced the motherfucker’s lips. I looked at my right secretly. A bald man came to me quietly with a knife in his hand, but I spotted him quickly and grabbed the man by the back of his neck and smacked him to the wall. He slid down, gripping his bleeding forehead. I stretched my lips widely. My eyes were as sharp as the rest of my senses; there is no such thing as a blindside when I fight. At least the agency taught me that much. “Bitch!” Another man aimed for a punch and it hit my stomach. I let out a low groan while I pressed my lips in annoyance.

What kind of man is this Welbert, Don Adonis? "You're crazy too! What kind of person are you for don adonis huh?!" She shouted here and Welbert pulled her hair so tightly that Aiya was hurt too much. I'm standing now but my head still hurts, is it my fault that his mouth is bad if he can speak. My anger issues are getting worse. "Who ordered you to shoot me, huh?! You have no respect, so why should I respect you?" He said then the madman laughed while the sharp object he was holding was still on his neck.

The car almost collided with Ari's car which annoyed her more "Bitch! Do you wanna die? If you wanna die, then die alone!" She yelled on top of her voice from the window side. The driver came to halt and stepped down. Ari also parked her car to deal with that driver. "Who the hell are you to tell me to die! And I'll die, I'll surely take you along!" The driver, Pearl, also yelled! "What a good way of displaying madness. People like you should be in rehabilitation centers, not on the road like this!" Ari said

The noise had been deafening. Metal against metal, flesh against flesh, shield against shield. And over it all, the battle cries of warriors lost to bloodlust and determination to kill or be killed. Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet.

He raised his hammer and blocked the fatal blow. He bared his yellowed teeth in a leering grin. "Beatrice, just lie obediently under me already!" As he lunged at me viciously, my heart skipped a beat. The next second, I lifted my leg and kicked him brutally between the legs. I then turned around and ran. "Arghh! You wretch! I'll kill you!" Andy screamed in agony. Bent over, he glared at me and swung the hammer at me with all his strength.

"You’re not just a traitor, Marcus. You’re a coward." Marcus swung. The air behind the blade shimmered with chemical heat. Madison dropped low, the blue glow missing her throat by a fraction of an inch. She could smell the ozone and the acrid tang of the melting silver. She didn't shift. She didn't let the white fur erupt. If she shifted, the liquid silver would spread through her nervous system like a wildfire. She stayed human. Small. Fast. She moved like a blur of shadow. Marcus was heavy, powered by the rage of a beta-wolf who thought he deserved more. Madison was powered by twenty years of starvation and a mother who was currently burning down the global economy for her.