Madness The Rise & Fall Novels & Stories

Falling to his knees his head tilted back at the sky he screamed, pure rage and pain as his body shook with the intensity of his emotions while he cursed the sky. Kokabiel had his eyes turned upward too, a sick smile on his face, blood dripping on him as well. His tongue darted out to taste it, and he turned to me with a knowing grin on his face. I didn’t need to look up, I knew what had happened. I felt it in my soul the second her life ended, the tie snapped and it felt like my heart stopped. Shamshiel had felt it too, when he had fallen to his knees while I stayed frozen in place by fear. Fear of looking up, of facing reality; that the only thing I had cared about in my existence since I

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.

"What the hell? What did she do in there? Why does it stink so badly?" Marcus frowned hard. Fighting his nausea, he switched on the greenhouse lights. My body lay curled on the ground, completely unresponsive. "What are you playing at, Bianca? Get up now!" Marcus roared. He thought I was retaliating by doing something revolting to express my dissatisfaction toward them. My soul stood right beside him. I watched as his face grew more furious at my silence and thought what a tragedy this was. Mackenzie pinched her nose and cast a look of repugnance before letting out an exaggerated scream. "Oh my god! How repulsive! Did she mess with the pesticides in here? That's so dangerous!"

She could no longer harbor the viper within her walls. “No, Father, Mother, I beg your spirits not to sever my connection to the den! This sunrise has fully broken my pride; I record the gravity of my failure!” Madison’s aura exploded into an absolute, hysterical panic. She had no comprehension of why her beast had executed such a terminal mistake, especially after Richard’s explicit warning had cleared her ears during the previous cycle. Richard shook his gray head, his eyes drained of all warmth, leaving only a cold, judicial emptiness.

Jade was at a loss, unsure of how to react or fight back. With her eyes closed, she was driven to the edge of madness. Jade felt the pain and pleasure intertwine, consuming her in a twisted dance of emotions. It wasn't just about physical pleasure anymore—it was about the dark desires that had taken hold of her, leading her down a path she could never have imagined. She felt the weight of her decisions, the consequences of her actions, and the realization that she had brought this upon herself. Her mind raced with regrets, but it was too late to turn back. The darkness had swallowed her whole.

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Moon asked her. “You’re just as sick as he is! Are you sure you’re not related? Mental illness runs in the family, you know?” Misha said, walking away, heels clacking against the marble floor. Troy sat at the little table in Briar’s room, listening to her playing Four Seasons by some composer or another. When they were alone like this, it was the only time he allowed himself to fantasize that he was her real mate, they were just normal wolves, and he didn’t know what he knew about her, or what her fate was. They could just be two wolves, happy, in love, and free.

“And you’re coming with me whether you like it or not.” Tommy’s eyes finally sharpened. “Jesus, you’ve lost it.” “No,” I said. “But you’re about to. Starting with your freedom.” He flinched—just barely—but it was enough. Madison let out a high-pitched laugh like she thought this was all some twisted soap opera. “Okay, what the hell is going on? What about me?” I turned to her slowly. “I don’t give a fuck what you do, Madison. Maybe try checking yourself into a rehab facility. Get clean. Read a book. Grow a soul.”

Enzo added, looking cocky. Madison shook her head in disbelief. "You must be crazy, and I wonder how you plan on doing that when you know that I'm mad at you?" She folded her arms beneath her chest also in a cocky way. She wasn't going to let him win this time. Enzo stepped closer, now fully facing her. "You love me," Enzo said, making Madison's eyes widen again. She took a step back. "I think being in prison has made you a little crazy. You don't know how the world works anymore." Madison scoffed.

We scattered fragments of ourselves in each place—scraps of fabric, chalk marks with no pattern, symbols that meant nothing. Ian muttered as he dropped a torn piece of his sleeve onto the playground slide. “Feels stupid.” “That’s the point,” Madison said, scanning the street with her binoculars. “He can’t catalogue nonsense.” I added quietly, “Or if he tries, it wastes his time.” --- The second layer came from ourselves. Madison, once the most precise of us, started acting impulsively. Not careless—just suddenly, startlingly decisive. Choosing paths without consulting us, making moves we didn’t expect even as her teammates.