Madness Combat Novels & Stories

But what if I put in my pure vigor too? "What?!" "Impossible!" The Talnamese around them all astonished, but they soon saw the thick red pure vigor shrouding them from every direction. It was Frank's Death Eater, using their offensive vigor to pervade their combat ward. "Argh!" One of the Talnamese collapsed on his knees soon enough, clutching his head. The second followed in under two seconds, and then a third… Like a chain reaction, every Talnamese casting the combat ward collapsed to the floor, their eyes beet red and their faces contorting with madness.

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.

“Are you satisfied yet?” The voice was so familiar that my mind went blank, and I felt like I had just been struck by lightning. I froze. Trembling, I reached out and slowly removed the mask. A pair of triumphant eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a wave of dizziness. “Well, well! Running off to have fun with my mom, huh? Have you had your fill yet, Naomi?”

"Host, I'm begging you. You're the only one who can save this world now." The glowing orb trembled in front of me nervously. "Jessica has gone insane and is attempting to blow up the world's core. She said that if she doesn't see you, she'll take everyone down with her." I sat in the void as I watched the flickering lines of data on the verge of collapse.

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.

The armored vehicle was drowned out by tens of thousands of zombies. The monsters were squeezing and crashing against the defensive layers. The concussion grenade incessantly let off maddening noises, causing the zombies to be in a constant state of frenzy. The safe and wide space in the vehicle was now hell on earth. Jasmine covered her ears. She shouted hysterically, her body tumbling alongside the violently shaking vehicle, "Jason, you absolute b*stard! Turn this bloody thing off!" Her exquisite makeup was ruined and twisted by sweat and fear.

“I'll be waiting.“ My gaze followed Zagreb as he took his leave. I pulled out a bottle of water from within my desk, twisted its cap open, and gulped down its contents. It was a ritual I often did when I was anxious. “Are you anxious?“ a familiar voice asked. Even if I was asleep, I would have been able to recognize that voice. My whole body tensed as Aiden's face came into view. Today, he was dressed in a gray shirt again and dark blue jeans. “We don't have a session today,“ my voice came out barely above a whisper. “I'm not here for a session,“ Aiden revealed, taking slow but deliberate steps toward me. “I'm here to remind you of whom you belong to.“ Before I could wrap my head around what

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

"You enjoy this, don't you? Destroying everything I build." He sets the glass down with a soft click. "If a man is destroyed by pressure, Thomas, he was never a man to begin with." My vision tunnels. "So yes," he finishes, voice smooth as a blade, "I meddled. You aren't fit. I did what had to be done." Before I even register it— My fist slams into his jaw. My mother gasps. The bastard touches his lip, sees the smear of blood, and laughs. A cold, dismissive laugh.

The distinctive cadence of someone who moved with absolute confidence in their own space. "That's him," Rosie whispered, grabbing her caddy. "Come on, we need to be invisible." They pressed themselves against the wall near the doorway as the footsteps approached. Sera kept her head down, eyes on the floor, every muscle in her body tense. This was it. Her first moment in the same space as Marcus's killer. The footsteps passed the doorway without pausing. She caught a glimpse of him in her peripheral vision-tall, powerfully built, wearing workout clothes, dark hair still damp from a shower.