Madness Combat Sanford Novels & Stories

My first instinct is to pull away, but curiosity keeps me glued to him. “When he got here, this guy was just another one. Tartarus had another favorite. Sadan. He was sick. Everyone thought the rookie would die in the first fight, no chance in a ring like this. But he just acted like a wild animal. I still remember the bite he took out of Sadan, right on the cheek. He looked like a demon-possessed beast. Blood poured like a waterfall, and he still wouldn’t let go. People were horrified. And then, when he finally released, it was the craziest thing I’ve ever seen. So much blood that some people even vomited. And mind you, the regulars here are used to serious violence, but what Don did… was u

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.

"He's that bad?" Madison turned to walk with me. She was dressed in full leather gear. Although hers was skintight and shined to a high sheen, she left her face unadorned. The patch on her right breast identified her as a moderator for S&B. Not to mention the take no prisoners attitude in her gait and expression. Even I was a little afraid of Madison and the metal tipped Cat O' Nine she kept hooked in a holster on her thigh. Madi nodded. "Yeah. He's getting under people's skin. I had two Ds come up and ask me if they could take turns on him for insulting their subs."

San's POV “Mate is participating in the Martial Arts competition !” Sierra exclaimed in surprise as soon as we saw the Fatso Dicks enter the arena along with the other participants. Everyone seemed amused to see the enormous figures tie each other’s shoe laces and belts around each other especially the Draven twins who never missed any opportunity to mess up with the Fatso Dicks. The twins purposely messed up with their laces and belts but the victims relentlessly continued to help each other without bothering about their bullies.

I heard dark chuckles around me; the smell of my arousal was a calling to unmated wolves. “Don’t forget to post the footage online,” Sandy stated. A hand painfully gripped my chin. “You thought you beat me, little slut?” Sandy sneered close to face. I would have given anything to fight back, but the handcuffs were made of silver, sapping away my already depleted energy. “Alpha Hunter is mine!” “Wait until I tell him about how you abducted me!” I pitifully moaned in response. Sandy’s maniacal laughter rang out. “Yeah,” she purred, “he’s not going to believe you! Once that drug fully sets in, you’re going to want to fuck anything and everything, and the cameras will capture it all!”

My fingers flexed against the armrest as I straightened slightly, letting the realization take hold. Dr. Marrick capped the stylus and set it aside. “The next step is to isolate the compounds fully,” he said. “Once we understand the formula, we’ll map the damage and build a corrective plan.” He met my gaze again, and his expression held a calm determination that reached through the fog sitting behind my ribs. “You’re not alone in this,” he added.

the storeowner yelled, panicking and desperate to get us out, but I did not budge. “L-Let me go - Ah!” Bandura said as she tried her best to remove my hand. “You deserve to have your mother die because you are an evil witch!” With the mention of my mother, my blood boiled again. It surpassed the anger I had with the princesses from the palace. I don’t what got into me, but a force accumulated towards my palm, making Bandura thrown off the wall and her back heavily hit it. She fell to the floor as she squirmed in pain.

*********** Sandy stood by the window of their room, rubbing her hands around her baby bump watching as Damein walked into the forest. He was gone! “F***k” Sandy snapped, throwing her hands on the table and falling down glass cups. “F…k him! F***k her! F**k all of them!” The door pushed open then. “Ma’am is everything okay?” The guard outside her room, pushed the door open and asked. “Get out!” She snapped at him, fury radiating off her. He nodded quickly, shutting the door behind him. Serena. Serena. Serena!

Misha laughed as the guy straightened, putting a hand on his pocket. “I wouldn’t do that, friend. She will slit your throat before your next heartbeat. Now would you like to get some drinks, we have business to discuss.” Misha called the bartender over, the guy ordered 3 shots and they went to a table to sit. I was packed in the bar and the noise level ensured no one heard their conversation, or so they thought.

" I looked at Valentia in horror.. my ex classmate and teammate fucken Sandra was a journalist.. and to make fucken things worse.. someone cancelled what was meant to be the biggest event of my life... What the fuck was happening.. who was messing with me???