Romans & histoires Naruto Loses His Sanity Fanfiction

I said, my voice dropping into a low, dangerous register that made the air in the room grow still, “my mate isn’t chasing after me with another man just to get a reaction. Lana is right here. Where’s yours?” The fight went out of him all at once. His shoulders slumped, his head hanging low. He looked like a puppet with its strings cut. He stumbled back to his chair and collapsed into it, burying his face in his hands. The bandaged one rested on his head like a sad, white crown. “Damn, Damon,” he mumbled, his voice thick and muffled. “You have to… you need to talk some sense into me. I’m losing my mind. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.”

"You, above all others, should be elated if, by some miraculous occurrence, his beast has fixated. It could signify something positive. Perhaps his mind is not entirely lost? Or maybe his sanity is resurfacing. He might become the first Urekai to emerge from madness." Sinai's mouth opened, closed, then opened again. "You, of all people, know it does not work that way. There is no return. Once the mind is gone, it is lost forever, and in its stead remains a mere husk. A shell. A ghost of who he once was."

“I don’t know what the f*ck is going on. He’s just… if he were human, and we were gone for months… or years… I would think that he’s been tortured but… we weren’t gone long enough. I don’t get it, but I’m telling you right now, whatever is going on with him will drive me nuts is he doesn’t sh.ut up!” Nic is just howling in my head, yelling over and over about ‘her’ and how ‘she’ is going to k*ll us all, how ‘she’ will be our undoing. I’ve tried to put him behind a block but I can’t, it’s like I don’t even have the ability anymore. “Hey, Clara?” “Yes?” “I can’t block Nic out, I can’t push him back, I can’t do anything and he keeps taking control. Have you ever heard of that?”

If his mark is fading, then his mate is long gone. I stare more closely at him. Most wolves lose their sanity with grief. It starts slowly: first, it's just the occasional hallucination, but it worsens with time. Soon enough, the deceased mate is all they see. They lose the ability to discern dream from reality and lose themselves in the process. It's a sight I wouldn't wish on anyone. Still, Brian looks collected and healthy. Maybe he was lucky, or something shackled him to life. A powerful wave of respect crushes me. Very few can withstand such a loss, but here he stands whole, ready to face the world.

The ground trembled beneath our paws, and the air hummed with electricity. Niran’s laughter filled the air, a maddening sound that stoked the fire of our resolve. We couldn’t let him win – the fate of our world depended on it. With a final surge of energy, we launched a coordinated attack, each of us focusing our abilities on Niran. The combined force was overwhelming, and for a moment, it seemed like we might gain the upper hand. But Niran’s dark magic surged, and he unleashed a blast of energy that sent us flying backward. The impact was brutal, and pain flared through my body as I hit the ground.

He cursed in his heart, for the sake of all the goddesses… he is so hungry right now! “Ah… so you already have your mate… huh? And Randu…and Burdak… isn't the moon goddess so unfair… only a few of us can find our mate? Then what should be done by people who do not have it? Suffer for life?” from the way he spoke, Nero is like a possessed person. Ronan is distracted because Nero's face is now pitiful. Should he help her? Looks like the alpha is in a mental disorder. 'Beware…' a very charismatic female voice sounded in his head. Ronan gasped when he heard it for the first time. Sinag?

However, my mind came back to reality when Scratch voiced his concerns. "Is this what we're going to reduce ourselves to? Are we simply going to let Jin win?" He muttered with a disappointed tone. "Pathetic. This isn't us, Kieran. We don't hide away from our problems at the bottom of a bottle. We face them, head on!" I snapped. With an agitated roar, I flung the bottle of whiskey through the air until it crashed on my wall. Once again, I was losing my sanity while Nimue seemed so calm about everything. I hadn't witnessed her breakdown, not even once ever since the mating ceremony.

But the next moment, I suddenly realized that they must've seen my journal. I filled an entire journal with all my grievances and instances of being overlooked. Perhaps that was why they wanted to make it up to me. But what was the point of making things up to me now? I had already left them, and I had been hurt by them time and again. No matter how they tried to make amends, it was too late. The scars wouldn't go away. "I have broken up with William, so I don't need the mating ceremony anymore," I said. "As for my birthday, just forget it. I don't like to celebrate them."

A nervous tremor ran through her. Overcame by anxiety, she yanked her hand free from his grip. Panic flickered through her face as she spun on her heels and ran off. Nate remained where he stood, burning in blazes of passion, throbbing and aching. For his slave. "Fuck," he gritted out through his clenched teeth. His self-control was fraying fast. She was turning him crazy.

Naster could feel his blood boil in anger as he screamed in pain, his body burning, and soon lost his sanity as the soul of countless wolves took over his body. TBC Maple Writes Don't forget to leave a comment, share and give me reviews for me to know if there are things that I should improve with and change at the same time. Have a good day. Enjoy reading.