Madness Xionic Novels & Stories

She turns towards me before pulling me into her embrace. The people around the table begin to clap in efforts to congratulate us. Xion shakes his head in defeat before giving ryan a supportive hand shake and focusing his attention back to us. "What was that Xi? Is that the sound of my blunt being sparked? Because I think we need one right now actually." Gianna teases as she looks at him with a condescending look. "Yeah, yeah whatever. You got lucky." Xion speaks out as he makes his way over to us. "I want my blunt right now Xion. I'm thinking a three gram backwood. How does that sound? Maybe even a few extra g's to take home." She taunts as she places a flirtatious hand onto his shoulder.

"i didn't mean to jason everyone jeot rushing back and forth i couldn't see see was who" "not withstanding thanks for helping out and your guys ,i'll make that payments once it's daybreak" "good but i've been curious all along" "about what?" "what's a madrees?" "it's none of your business stick your nose out of it and mind your business" "sorry i asked" "good bye and thanks" xyla ends the call as a evil smile curves on his lips, he is just few steps away from getting his lifelong desires. *****

“Is that THE Magna City?!” The Lady of Sickle was always right, indeed, Ignis thought. “Yes, now stop shouting…” *** “Humph, this line is taking so long to move. I want to get in!” said Mariana. “We’ve been in this line for less than a minute,” Ignis said, his head shaking disappointedly. “What, really?!” Who could blame her? Mariana thought. She was almost in Magna city now and the only obstacle that has been separating her from getting inside was the absurdly long line in front of them.

“We’ll correct that.” I leaned my head back against the seat and let the hum of the shuttle settle around me. My breath fell into a shallow rhythm, and the fatigue from the nightmare pooled behind my ribs, heavy and stubborn. I watched Dr. Marrick secure his medical tablet to the wall and input quick notes with practiced efficiency. His presence filled the small space without effort—clean lines, firm posture, and an ease that came naturally to Alphas with medical genetic markers.

CHAPTER ONE. Somewhere in downtown sector 12 where most of the terrible things happen like Car racing and dealing of illegal arms were done. Xavier Williams also known as X or the mystery guy was one of the best racers in sector 12. No one actually knew what he looked like because he was always on a mask but they could tell he was a handsome dude. The racers car drove in after a drifting race only this time someone else won and it none other than Mad Max a crazy female racer who wears thick makeup to disguise herself.

“Because I’m a fucking coward. Because if I admit I love her, it becomes real. And if it’s real, then she can be taken from me. Like Mom was. Like Britney.” Ethan’s face hardens. “You’re not that boy anymore, Xavier. And Audrey’s not your mother. She’s a fighter. She survived shit that would’ve broken most people.” I nod, jaw clenched. “I know. But I also know Brandon’s still out there. And my father’s breathing down my neck with this engagement bullshit. Honestly, I feel like I’m drowning in every direction.” Ethan grips both my shoulders now, forcing me to look at him. “Then stop letting them drag you under,” his voice is harsh as he speaks. “You’re Xavier fucking Kingston. You’re the best

It wanted him gone—erased, annihilated—because in his voice was a plea strong enough to crack the shell of madness that had become my skin. I raised my hand, claws dripping with the blood of kin—my kin. The ichor clung to me like guilt made flesh, slick and steaming in the dying light. My fingers trembled, not from weakness, but from a frenzied ecstasy I no longer recognized as my own. A thousand voices shrieked in my mind—some pleading, some laughing, some mine. I couldn't tell. My heart thrashed in my chest, a beast trying to claw its way free. And yet, even as madness devoured me whole, I found myself whispering—not a spell, not a curse, but a name: "Xavier."

Morning. His eyes opened before his alarm even had a chance to blare. Fucking insomnia. Mason hauled himself upright, the sheets pooling around his bare torso. He looked to the empty other side of the bed and instantly remembered the shitshow of a seizure he'd had at the stupid party. What? Novozixapine? Someone must have played that stupid trick on him at the party and he was bent on making whoever it was suffer the worst possible when the police finally revealed their true face.

We were sitting in our own personal space in school and chilling. "The girl is going to be the sacrificial shit. All Damien's fling will take out their anger on her," Xavier uttered, as he read comments from the controversy. "The post was taken down yesterday, but they are still talking about it. Messed up bro. Madison is trying to call you out," Bryan huffed with a sneer, and chugged down a glass of wine as he puffed a smoke. He looked tired and stressed, and I kind of think he was taking drugs already.

Mason said gratefully. Xander was his nemesis for years and he was oppressed to the point that he was barely surviving. Mason was thankful that he met Leon, or Xander might have killed him a long time ago. "It's fine. We're friends and you don't have to thank me for that," Leon said with a smile. "Yeah. We are friends!" Mason burst into laughter, feeling glad that he pledged his loyalty to Leon as it felt like it was the smartest decision he ever made. "Mason, have you heard about the Energy Nurturing Pills made by Cynthion Group?" Leon asked.