Mayhem Novels & Stories

It was as if the fury had torn open the heavens, unleashing the malevolent spirits of the underworld. Liam, engulfed in righteous fury, bellowed, "You've insulted my wife and daughter! You all deserve to perish! Today, the Hughes family will fall!" His voice, fierce as a demon from the depths, carried a chilling intent that echoed through the mansion, piercing the ears of everyone present. Then, with all eyes fixed on him, Liam marched onto the stage bathed in the spotlight, his combat boots thudding with a resonance that recalled the roar of a dragon.

I hope someone who knows me hasn't told them because there'd be no palace or empire to protect me from people's taunts now. "Hhhh, that you are lesbians with that black bitch!" He spat, yanking my plate from my hand. My eyes widened at his audacity and I felt the tension in me a bit relieved. The next second, my healthy hands slapped across his face. I could feel my face turn pink. Everything he said to me ever since we began this conversation was upsetting. " Don't you dare!" Samia intervened, appearing from nowhere as he was about to hit me. By now the rest have already surrounded us watching a found source of entertainment.

He stood just beyond the crowd, shadows curling around him, as if the room had tried to swallow him whole and failed. But now he stepped forward. And the noise… slowed. The screams, the whispers, the flashing cameras, they all blurred into nothing. It was just him. Micah caught my gaze, and God, his eyes were a hurricane. Streaked red and shimmering, like he was holding back a flood, but the dam was already cracking. It wasn’t just crying. It was shaking, almost like his whole face couldn’t decide if it wanted to crumple or lash out. Honestly, I couldn’t even pin down all the stuff tangled in there. Fear for sure... I mean, the kind that stings, real and raw. Sorrow, pain, that one’s easy to

I let her know about the pack members undermining Kieran, making Samson feral more quickly, and killing three of the people so far, as well as the one who snuck out last night. “Do you need help, Reagan? I can be there late tonight.” “No, we’re good. We’re rooting them out. We think there are a couple more of them. Besides I still have Meady and Mody here.” “Who?” she asks. I snort. “Meadow called Asmodeus ‘Asy’. He thought Meady and Mody had a better ring to it. Obviously, I agree with him.”

Now, the only fear is not to pop. “Will it hurt less if someone decides to call me fag later?” the word even tastes bad, I have to force it out of my throat. “Not really, but you have to decide not to let it get to you. As sad as it is, there will always be people like my adopted father, big forehead Mave, the world is filled with it’s fair share of assholes. Which is very fair considering we have THE Elijah Stone, it’s an equal balance.” I chuckle at his joke, it helps ease the tension, but I don’t miss that he mentioned his father. It must have been really bad.

Her blood tastes divine as it runs down my throat with ease, I am so lost in the euphoric feeling when the blast of whatever comes from her rips me from her neck throwing me over the cave. The enrages screeching of a voice that comes into my head as the blast of energy hits me ‘By blood be bound, by cursed hear my sound’ I cold chill runs through my body as the words are spoken. I clutch my head trying to get rid of the pain as the words are repeated over and over.

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I say confidently and eventually we slowly pulled away. I looked into his now calmer eyes and chuckled, "Aww is the famous Champ actually worried about little me?" I tease and we both chuckle. He nudged my shoulder and said, "Shut up, Demon," which made me smile. That was better. After a moment I sighed. "The Men of Mayhem," I say which made him whip his head in my direction. "What?" he asks and so I continue to answer, "The Men of Mayhem are the ones who ran over me," I state and his facial expressions switched to anger.

-AMELIA- "You came at last. And your expression tells me you have killed Ken but don't celebrate your victory yet son..." he said giving him a smug smile. Sean helped me lean near the lift and face the guy with so much anger on his face. This was the time when Sean finally released his pent up anger for years, he was finally going to avenge his mother's death and every other horrible thing this monster made him do.

I heard him curse himself when he saw the red mark on my arm. He lowered his face, but before he could brush his lips to mine, I pushed him. I was too consumed with anger and fear that all I wanted was to run away as far from him as possible. Maybe I went back in time to realize that I have a bearable life after all. Maybe this was God’s way of telling me I should stop complaining and enjoy my remaining time on earth. If I go back to my 55-year-old body, I still do not wish for long life.