Mayhem Novels & Stories

His voice, a thunderous roar, pierced through the chaos, sending tremors through the souls of those who dared to witness his wrath. "Sarah!" Haider's voice boomed, resonating with a primal anger that shook the arena to its core. His eyes blazed with a fire that consumed all reason, leaving only a single-minded desire for vengeance. "You have betrayed me, betrayed Ameera. You will pay for your treachery!" His words hung in the air like a death sentence, a warning to all who dared to cross him. The sheer force of his anger radiated from him like a tangible aura, commanding attention and sowing fear in the hearts of those who bore witness to his wrath.

Rachel's POV "That’s your husband?” Emilia cocked her head toward where Alan and his friends were sitting. “That isn’t a human, Rachel. That’s a fucking greek god.” “Damn,” Mark sighed beside me. “I can’t believe that’s what you were complaining about.”

Blood smeared against the cold, tiled floor as she gasped while trying to pull herself up. "You bitch!" Mason's voice roared above her, stripped of any trace of the gentlemanly mask he had worn earlier. His face was ferocious, like an enraged beast as he stomped forward, undoing his tie. "You ungrateful wench! You think you can just come here, drink my wine and embarrass me like this?!" She scrambled backward, her hands slipping against the blood and the spilled liquor. "I—I didn’t mean to! Let me go!" Her voice shook, filled with pain.

His muscles coiled with tension, every nerve primed for the imminent clash that was about to unfold. The attack was sudden and fierce, a whirlwind of teeth and claws that clashed in the dead of night. The air was filled with snarls and growls, a symphony of violence that painted the darkness in shades of crimson. Ethan fought with a primal ferocity, his instincts guiding every move, every strike. He was wounded, blood seeping from his side, but his determination burned brighter than the pain.

Each letter carved with violence, the exposed flesh revealing the brutality used. I close my eyes, feeling unbearable despair and growing anger. Without thinking, I punch the door violently, slamming it repeatedly. He's found her. That son of a bitch took her from me. James. Kiki's fucking husband, the head of Dominus, one of the bloodiest mercenary companies today. Fuck! Only someone like him could bring down all the security and, of course, he must have used that asshole Lohan as bait. That's why he was missing... fucking bastard! I kick the wall as hard as I can, banging my head against it.

The way the girls swoon over him only fuels my annoyance. I hate him. I don't like her. This is a trainwreck. Where is Mirasol's katana? Maybe I can fall on it? “Hello everyone, I’m Brent Hammond. You might recognize me from the cover of this year’s Assassin Magazine.” He strikes a dramatic pose that is in the theme of a Greek statue, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I nudge Caleb, who is also stifling laughter. “You know the slogan, ‘If they’re a danger to society, we’re a danger to them.’ Well, I coined that.” He flashes a smug grin. “And if that doesn’t ring a bell, maybe my stats will—I’m the best in the world.”

In cursive, old calligraphy, it read ×××××××××××××××××××××××××× 《V I V I A N H I O M I》:《25》 《T O K Y O : J A P A N》 《C A U S E O F D E A T H 》 ○ HEMORRHAGE ○ ×××××××××××××××××××××××××× "This is never not sad." - To be continued

"Useless!" Purple Smoke screamed in both fury and disappointment. She hated it when someone fails her and had a long history on it. To her anger, struck Méah with her palm on the chest. Méah flew a few yards away from where she stood. But she didn't complain. For Purple Smoke was her master and the only one who has the authority to do anything to her. She rolled on the ground for a couple times and spat out black blood. She was on knees but her face was still blank and didn't show any hint of pain.

Tyler answered slamming the door behind him. ************* Tyler walked into his room "What have I done? I'm supposed to be nice." He said to himself as he tugged his hair. He took off his blazers. "Women are so annoying. Isn't she supposed to know I care about her now?" He sat on his bed and dialed Liam's number. "Hey Liam. I fucked up bro. I literally screamed at her just now. I'm sure she hates me more." Tyler explained. "Why the fuck would you argue with her at this point? Are you stupid?" Liam asked.

Emma stood under the hot shower but nothing was relaxing her body, the embarrassment she felt made her sad, she cursed herself for being so weak. “Why everything bad happens to me God?” She complained while resting her forehead on the cold tiles, she cried sadly while remebering the way Martha insulted her and accused her. She closed her eyes painfully and just then a blow of cold air felt at her back, as she turned and saw Jacob entering the bathroom. She turned her face away from him feeling angry and embarrassed at the same time. Jacob shook his head and sighed helplessly looking at her reaction.