Marvel Madman Novels & Stories

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

I said to Mady. "Start looking for a fire escape." Her and I pushed our way back through the crowd, our eyes straining to find a red-glowing exit sign along the walls around us. As we passed those who were still running up to the entrance, I caught parts of their frenzied conversations; "They're looking for someone..." "I think it's the feds." "Did you see that guy? He threw the roulette wheel into the blackjack table!" Mady and I exchanged looks as we both heard what the last woman saidHad Bruce Banner lost his bets and turned into the Hulk?

He yelled after me. Fucking psycho He’s the ugliest of the guys I met today and it makes me wonder if he’s Italian at all. Luciano “I checked all the records, nothing about this "new business venture" Romano's been talking about,” Gio reported “Looks like The Madman is up to no good again,” Luca said “I knew it, I fucking knew it” I roared “So what's our next move ?” Luca asked “Nothing. For now, we're going to let the madman have his fun." I answered

Marcus Blackwood stepped out of the halfway house on a crisp October morning in upstate New York, carrying nothing but a duffel bag and the weight of six years behind bars. The air smelled of wet leaves and distant woodsmoke nothing like the metallic tang of Rikers or the stale bleach of federal lockup. At thirty-eight now, the deceptive smile that once charmed investors and mistresses had thinned into something quieter, more cautious. His blond hair was cropped short, gray threading the temples; his once-reckless eyes carried shadows that no amount of therapy could fully erase.

Hassan. "Finally you came to know all about this and you have made him learn his lesson, now stop getting angry." "And listen, go take him to the hospital and treat him well then take him to his home." Now he addresses the servant standing beside him. After listening to him, they makes him stand the boy from the floor and takes him outside with himself. ***** He came out of the airport walking in style. Wearing a three-piece suit his killer personality seems so enchanting. He looks charismatic on his face. While his eyes were kept hidden behind sunglasses. Passerbys were turning their head to see a glimpse of him.

I asked again, still trying to be brave. “Your Mate, Your Master and the one who owns your soul” He said in a deep husky voice that doesn’t match the cool one earlier. Fear gripped my heart as I breathed heavily, did I just get kidnapped? Or what is this man talking about? “Just tell me who the fuck you are and take me back to my home!” I snapped, twisting beneath him trying to get away from his grip. “It’s normal you don’t remember. Not many people remember after their first time” He whispered again with a smirk that seems to have more sinister beneath it.

Dove said calmly. “Artemis is being detained for his multiple personalities, we have been kept separate in body, spirit, and mind for the first time. It seems he is having his own psychotic break. We can’t allow him to run around with the combination of wolf spirits in him, he’s dangerous. No single wolf should have this much power. They don’t know how to control it, use it, or know what will happen to Artemis in the process of overriding Artie’s entire being.” Dove mumbled, embarrassed by revealing so much.

Chapter 1. The beginning of madness Any story begins with birth, but the story of this madman arose long before his birth. He could not even imagine that it would happen to him, not even a tragedy, but a Comedy. Although for him, even Comedy has become a tragedy. Is it possible for a person to survive in the circumstances in which he found himself? Is it possible to remain human if everyone despises you-even those you love? Is it possible to go all the way to the final – to the death? This will be told by the madman himself, because he has no other choice. He will tell the story of his life, not because he wants to be pitied. He wants his story to be heard by people who have lost heart and s

I trust Alessandro with all that I have, but sometimes, love makes us take reckless actions. Ken might have the best set of skills but that will not stop Harlow. Nothing can stop this man. He is a loose canon, I've seen a whole new side to him. It is terrifying. He is the perfect capo for the mafia family; ruthless, witty, and cold-hearted. My phone rings. It’s a private number. A guard immediately steps in, demanding I pick it up. I hand over the phone to the guard and step into the shower and slam the door shut. I hear some mumbling in the distance which is eventually cut off by the running water.