Maniac Disciples Novels & Stories

Until he reached near the end: Marco DeSanti – Shared Sky (Sun and Moon) Symbol: Shattered Wheel Status: Claimed Alessandro felt a lump in his throat. He had taken Marco’s life. In the chapel, during the eclipse. It wasn’t merely punishment; it was part of something bigger—a ritual. He kept turning the pages. In transit Symbol: Withheld Event: Incomplete No name. No status. He flipped the page and hesitated. The last entry was sealed with wax, marked by a black seal that bore the same symbol the priestess had drawn in Marco’s blood.

A man with a deep husky voice tried to calm him down. "Sir you need to calm down" Introduction: Leon Smith -Also known as the 'Laudable Leo' -26 years old -Main Hacker of CIA "How can I calm the fuck down Leo? Since two years we are after that Mafia but got nothing. We are just sitting here watching the show while that bastard is busy shooting down our best agents?, he growled. Suddenly a girl with canary hair entered the room with a disappointed face. "Did you got something, Rebecca?", Leon asked her. She shooked her head while looking down in shame.

I couldn't move or speak. Nemera opened my eyes. Noah stepped forward, clutching my hand. "Sadie, what's happening to you? What's going on?" Nemera gently withdrew her hand from his grasp, tears glimmering in her eyes. "Which truth do you want to hear? Do you want to know why my body is covered in scars from abuse? Do you want to know how our child died? Or do you want to know why my personality has changed so drastically? "Noah, if I tell you everything right now, will you dare to listen to me?"

He moaned as he kicked the man’s warehouse. “Let me go you gay!” He pressed his foot harder in his stomach. “A-aww Bro! T-that’s right bro Aw!” “Tsk.” Wilder let go of his foot. He watched him run away from his sight. “Who’s gay now?!” He smirked when he stumbled on his feet. Cheers roared in the forest. It all came from the camping ground where everyone is jumping in excitement, except for one person. Wilder’s brows raised at the scene he entered. His eyes landed in a blind fielded guy holding a red baseball bat in the air. Every stroke of it is similar to those who are watching in a circle.

Chapter 19: Faith and Mutiny Eltan Storm I was flabbergasted as Dr. Parkins explained to me what dissociative personality disorder was. Hearing one or more than one voice inside the head? Having more than one distinct personality? It was like two or three people living inside a single body. The behavior was controlled by the personality in charge. Faith had this mental health condition. She didn't just have headaches. Her entire head was fucked up. "But I have never faced any of her other personalities—" I paused as a few images from last night and earlier this afternoon came to my mind.

"God, Andrej!! You're gonna split me in two!!" The woman he was with, Mindi, was a fairly curvy blonde who also worked as a stripper at the club, and was like a side chick of his, who he had whenever he wanted in exchange for a few dollar bills. She was presently getting her insides pounded mercilessly, and she was not being quiet at all, screaming his name (pronouncing it the right way, as 'An-Dre' and not 'An-Drejj') as well as any other profanity her passion led her to. "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!!! Fuck me!!!" She kept screaming, lost in the extremely pleasurable intercourse. One could tell that this wasn't the first time they were doing it.

She pulls away from me and says, “You too.” After a long bike ride, I pull up outside the place and bust down the door, and assert my dominance as I order, “Bow down and pledge your allegiance to your new capo, and the Bianchi family, or, defy me and have your hearts torn out, the decision lies in your hands.” The five standing their ground get a bullet pierced through them.

fuuckkk I screamed", I said laughing. "God I was screaming so much and I don't even know why, then my dad tried to calm me down and then I ran away from him for no actual reason honestly because I don't even know why, maybe I was thinking he was gonna kill me too I don't know...then he calmed me down for a while...that was when he was forced to tell me about this whole Mafian stuff and then he said I'm going to take over. I thought he was crazy thinking I was gonna kill someone, and here I am , I've literally lost count of the people I've killed"

I mouthed. I thought that being at home was the worst, but I guess I was wrong. The fact that I left home just to meet a pack of sympathizers boiled my insides with fury. I tried to stay aloof by clenching my teeth so I won't spill any rude words. I also balled my hands into fist to control it from shaking. Stiles calm down.. don't panic or else you might cause a scene. Lucky for me all my approaching stalkers returned back to there sits as a voice boomed from big black speakers in every angle of the church followed by a powerful melodious sound.

The doors are right there, so we just hurry up and bust through the door, breaking it right off its hinges. People outside scream at the sight of a big white wolf busting through a strip club, but I don’t care. I don’t even care if the police start to shoot. I just push myself further, sprinting away from Original Sin as fast as possible. But just as I’m about to go far, I hear a male voice in my head say with amusement, “You won’t go too far.” It’s him. The Disciple. “I’m coming after you.”