Marvel Madman Novels & Stories

Spine-chilling laughter escaped my lips, and it silenced the b*stards for a moment. Jasmine snarled in disgust, "What's so funny? Have you gone mad?" I didn't answer her. Instead, I spat out blood and dug into the deepest layer of my tactical backpack. The original Jason spent all his savings getting this high-frequency military-grade concussion grenade from the black market. He was going to use it on the Zombie King and take it down with him. Now, I was going to use this on these jerks.

I gasped at the sight of him. My Lycan then said the words I never thought I would hear from her lips ever again. "Mate." my shock and surprise was almost paralyzing. The man was tall and strong. He had the air and aura of a powerful leader. His eyes were a brilliant blue and light florescent purple. It twinkled slightly at the sight of me, but other than that there was nothing to indicate that the man knew who I am to him. The leader of the rogue, the man people refer to as Madmax, is my mate?

For my lack of a wolf? The humiliation I’d made out of myself at the game tonight? Alpha Rhys Jaeger is known as the “Mad Alpha”, mentally deranged Coach who keeps himself off the ice during the games but keeps his pack hockey players in check. While he stands beside Alpha Silas, he looks more calm than the rumors portrayed, towering over even Silas’s pure muscles and height of 6 '2. Everyone knows about him. Or… thinks they do. They say he doesn’t have control when he shifts. That he’d killed Alphas during games, that he doesn’t keep wives, but sex slaves and trophies.

He had a sinister-looking scar between his eyes, and his appearance created tension in the air. Behind him were dozens of the Corleones' core Soldatos standing in rapt attention. They had formed a wall of black where no one was able to cross. That man was Silvio, the current Don of the Corleones, the man known as the Madman of Severia by the underworld of the West. Silvio came to my surgery bed and cut off the binds on my wrists with his dagger with ease. He lowered his head while his hands, which had killed many people, started to tremble as he gently pushed the hair on my forehead to the side.

“It was my dad, wasn’t it? Dad was the one who got the Mad Wolf disease. That’s what that thing inside his brain was all about. The one that felt like it was holding something inside. He wasn’t cured but you somehow managed to localize the disease and put it inside some sort of container made out of magic to make sure that it won't spread out and affect his mind.” “You’re not that daft after all,” commented my mother, confirming my theory. “There’s no real fix for a mythical disease such as Mad Wolf. Even if there is, the Night Walkers are probably the only ones who know about it.” “Wait.” Eros jumped in, looking at me and then at my mother with a few lines crowding his forehead. “How did Ro

Which has lost all it's freshness. "Are you sure Mr. Marvel that he is an adequate match for her, look at him he is not credible, what if he ends up hurting her." Tristan, is the evil, who would never stop himself from ruining my moments. My eyes hacked at him with fierceness, in exchange he passed an ignorant expression.

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

They had been the biggest threat to werewolves for the last century. Ben looked toward the south side of the wall, watching for the signal that would tell him everything was in place. He was waiting for his second in command, Xander, to return from planting the explosives within the stone wall in just the right place to cause the most structural damage. Xander was the best they had, he had been blowing things up since he was five and had only gotten better with age. When Ben had presented Xander with this idea, he had jumped at the chance to blow up something so large. He had been planning and anticipating this day for months.

A strange, sickly green light filtered in from somewhere above, casting eerie, distorted shadows over the jagged stone walls. Gavin, Jerry, and Helen were dragged in, bound and barely conscious, their captors rough and silent as they shoved them to the ground in the centre of the cavernous room. The figure standing at the far end, obscured in darkness, stepped forward, his face emerging into the dim light. It was the Boss himself, a man whose presence was as cold and sharp as a blade. His expression remained impassive as he looked over the three of them, his eyes calculating and devoid of empathy. For the first time, his face was fully visible, an unsettling blend of calm and malice etched i

I said and walked out. He laughed and said something that made me more pissed that I could ever be. “Mr. Racoma can actually do something about it. I just told him to help me… and look, its effective.” He grinned and I was losing my mind right at this moment. I would do anything to kill this fucking dimwit who’s totally a fucking shit! I can’t believe I fell for that!!