Madness Deimos Novels & Stories

She was not aware that the priest is on that part already. Jace was looking at her with love in his eyes for her. She looked back to him and was still looking in his eyes when she answered. "I do,father,"she said. The priest repeated the question again now directing it to Jace. The man doesn't take his eyes from her. It's sending goosebumps all over her body the the way he is looking at her. "I do father," Jace replied still looking at her. She can't tear her eyes away from him. It seems like Amanda is being sucked into Jace world and it feels good.

It's like I've been erased, left stranded on the outside of the only life that ever meant anything. So, I drink myself into oblivion every night just to quiet the noise in my head, the constant replay of what I lost, what I destroyed. The mirror shows me what I've become. Long hair brushing against my jawline, paired with a beard that borders on feral. I've got that wild-eyed psychotic, disheveled look. The kind of face that makes people avert their eyes.

It had been Tom who sent her back on his own. April had no real power anymore. But apparently Tom had forgotten that part. Or maybe, in his mind, he still thought it was Chloe’s fault she was in there. That she’d truly gone mad. April composed herself enough to whimper and say, “maybe…. Maybe all I need is exposure therapy.” He looked at her curiously, “Maybe… I’ve made a monster of her in my memory. I know this might sound crazy, but when she returns…. Can I stay with you two?”

The lover even expressed mild regret that Conrad, the ‘annoying baggage’, had survived. Charlie’s mother, though shocked, did not confront her lover directly. She even helped manage the aftermath, only lightly forbidding him from harming Conrad further. Conrad knew that the cruel man would show no mercy and that his mother could not truly protect him. After deliberately enduring a three-day fever soaked in cold baths, the former top student of the Boyds became a seemingly mad little boy, scattering food with every meal. For fifteen years, he feigned madness. He understood all too well: with only the fragmented conversations he overheard as a child, without concrete evidence, he could never e

No voices warning me to stop. All I feel– all I know– is Deimos. So I let his madness consume me– and I find myself, falling to the abyss, with him.

But after getting acquainted with Isabella's sweet wet parts and her ferocious fighting, just the thought of touching another person made me feel nauseous. So now, I am nothing more than an entity filled with tension and violence. An existence that cannot be measured or contained and continues to grow bigger with every passing second. My beast has scratched and clawed at the walls of my sanity, demanding a way out. The crazier the better. I wanted nothing more than to give it a taste of euphoric anarchy. But the downside was, if I let it loose, Isabella wouldn't give me any more time. I would be mentally changed and could and would revert to drastic measures to have her again.

“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?”

“I saw your devotion even in your betrayals. Even when you tried to end me. Because you chose death over me… and never anyone else. But today—” His breath hitched, his glare snapping back to me. “You chose him over me.” His voice dropped to a snarl. “This weakling!” Tears streamed down his face as he released my jaw with a violent shove. He turned away, dragging in uneven breaths, shoulders shaking. “If Deimos had listened to me,” Madness said hoarsely, “and killed him and Ezra instead of trying to fix them…” His jaw clenched. “I wouldn’t feel so betrayed today.”

Dove mumbled, embarrassed by revealing so much. “I know that Animikii has sent 3 wolves to retrieve me without fail. His mate, Moon, who is just as twisted as Animikii, being only a couple hundred years younger than him. She’s blind, but sees everything. When you fight her, never leave an opening for her Tidal Sense aura to suck you in, show you your deepest wish, slit your throat, and watch the light leave your eyes.” Troy growled, not wanting to turn on his sister, but if he did it this way, she may still draw breath. “The second?” Dove urged.