Marvel Madman Novels & Stories

I thought I was going to faint again. The bodyguard captain was glaring at me fiercely, as if the man behind him was his employer. Stunned, I blurted, "Are you mad? I'm the Leafensteins' second-in-line, not him!"

Never. “Ugh,” said Maurice. “Honestly, worst superhero team, ever.” “Oh.” Claire’s wagging tail abruptly stopped wagging. “Really? I thought—” “Think about it. Invisible Woman, because she turns invisible, fine. Human Torch, obvious, no problem. The Thing, okay. And then Reed Richards. How much of an egomaniac do you have to be to call yourself Mr Fantastic? And what’s that got to do with stretching your arms? Mr Elastic, sure. But Mr Fantastic? If I was in that team, I’d be like, why don’t you Mr Fuck Off?”

It was realistic enough to pass for the truth. Tony heartbreakingly watched the video of the “weak” me. Regret and fear almost consumed him. He stubbornly believed that I had left because I knew I didn’t have much time left. With red eyes, he gave the order. “Lock down all export routes in Europe! “Contact the best doctors in the world. No matter the cost! “Turn the world upside down if you have to. Find Madam!” He thought I was hiding from him. However, what he didn’t know was that I had already taken on a new identity in Italy, right in the territory most influenced by the Gambinos.

I loved her, but she was crazy after you and that old hag give you that position which only I deserved. Aiden : ohh I didn't know, you should have told me that before at the time, you were my friend I would have given it to you but you. And about his daughter she was a psycho, she only knows how to give pain to others, she was a fucking sadistic person. Man : oh shut up you fucker, you are always there to fuck her, how can she be a sadist? Aiden : you don't know anything, so keep quiet. Just get the fuck away from my way.

And now, there was a problem that needed to be solved immediately. His gaze grew sharper. His teeth gritted, his right hand clenched tightly. He didn't open his mouth at all, making his cold face look even more fierce and charismatic. Robert. The mad scientist who created the mind control chipset was truly dangerous, and now he was planning to sell his creation to the equally insane Blood mafia group. “Fuck! This cannot be allowed.” Jeff had decided on his goal. He would take part in the battle for the mind control chipset. He had to get it.

Leonel sat still, fingers tapping slowly on the desk surface. Tok! Tok! Tok! “Sir, it’s Eric and Marvel,” came the voice outside. “Come in,” Leonel replied. Eric entered first, his movements precise and disciplined, followed by Marvel—a muscular man in a sharp dark suit, though his brutal aura couldn’t be masked by his polished appearance. “Mr. L,” Marvel greeted with a short nod. Though they had worked together for years, Marvel knew the boundaries. In the public eye, Leonel was a successful businessman from the Clovies family. But in the underground world, the name Mr. L was legend—a name that sent people spiraling into fear.

A tattoo of thorny veins wraps around his right arm, snaking from his wrist to his shoulder. I quickly looked away. This was a man dubbed the Mad Doctor because he killed his parents at only eleven. He is dangerous. And definitely not someone I should be ogling.

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

Alpha Dagon tilts his head as he looks at the mad wolf, who slams himself against the wall with a cry. “It means something is stirring. Mad wolves come from deep pain, trauma and loss. Some of them are high on wolfband, others are broken, mentally and emotionally, they don't choose, their minds snap and they lose control. They inflict pain on themselves and lose entirely their human side, unlike rogues who still have a chance to live normal lives after banishment from their packs.” Kieran's eyes narrow. “He wasn't just mad, he was strong, quick too, he almost got me,”

His dark eyes were cold as winter steel, scanning the opposition with the calculated gaze of a predator assessing its prey. Beside him, Madwolf—Hardhik Yadav—mirrored his position, one leg crossed over the other in a display of synchronized power. Where Avyaan was ice, Hardhik was barely contained fire. His jaw was set in a hard line, his fingers drumming a silent rhythm against his thigh—the only outward sign of the violence simmering just beneath his composed exterior. His reputation preceded him like a shadow; they called him Madwolf not just for his ruthlessness, but for the way he could smell betrayal from miles away.