Object Madness Novels & Stories

He didn't have the primal vigor to break a high-caste female like this. "Mother... Brooke... that low-blooded stray set me up! I am going to rip her throat out!" Madison’s voice broke into a jagged sob as she collapsed against the doorframe, her rage spilling out in a torrent of tears. Between gasps for air, Madison recounted the horror of the neutral zone, the swapped cups, and the rogue wolves who had claimed her in the dirt.

“Eskaal, my love, can you see our child? They have your eyes, just like I always dreamed.” She rocks back and forth, the movement reminiscent of a mother soothing her infant. Her once-beautiful voice, now tainted by insanity, takes on a hauntingly melodic quality. Meagia became delusional, singing softly upon. “Hush now, my darling, don't you cry. Mama is here, and we won't say goodbye.” The shadow on the wall seemed to sway and dance in response to Meagia's madness, mirroring her movements. It's was surreal and eerie spectacle, a reflection of her fractured psyche.

My intellect fails to decode what specific objective she is building toward. "What asset does your spirit require?" "My ambition desires to migrate back into the architectural garment design industry the exact watch my baby is born into the pack, but my frame has functioned as a secluded housewife across countless seasons now, leaving my mind completely isolated from modern shifter society." Madison bites her lower lip with visible, anxious tension. "My hands haven't sketched a single ceremonial garment design in years. My intellect is highly uncertain whether my system can successfully master the advanced concepts my mind absorbed during my early college winters."

Light burst through the dark, blinding my eyes as flashes of my mother staring into Deimos’ eyes flooded in, her memories bleeding into mine — standing like a shield between him and me. ‘He is your enemy. The one you need to — have to — end.’ Her bitterness, her hatred and her wrath overwhelmed me. My fists clenched, my jaw locked, and my body trembled, not with fear, but with pure, consuming rage. Symptoms of the Madness affliction: heavy, lifeless eyes ringed with chronic bruise-like dark circles. Normally, I would have cowered beneath such a sublime presence, but holding his gaze, I glared right into his eyes.

Many tried to run but were suddenly crushed by a mental wall that began to cage everyone in. All sounds faded and an ache ran through Trix’s head. She felt herself being pulled in a direction which she did not know. Her vision blurred and the pain grew. She fell to her knees. It was as if her head was about to explode she felt as if she was going to die. ‘Stop fighting it,’ a voice echoed through the chaos. ‘It is who you are Trixiana.’ ‘Open your eyes, Trix.’ ‘Open your eyes!’ Trix eyes snapped opened and she met the concerned hazel eyes of Tristan.

It was completely dark inside. Just when I kept my foot inside, I was grabbed quickly and pushed against the door. I felt a weight on top of my body. A hand clicked the knob beside me to lock it from inside. The intoxicating fragrance of lotus flower and heavy breaths were falling all over me. My wolf was almost losing its mind. I was still pressed against the door. I could feel Zen struggling with his wolf to keep it in his control. Suddenly he asked in a hoarse voice, "What do you think you're doing?"

“I’m going to stop you right there, all right, Wachowski? What you see portrayed in American movies is worlds different from what happens in real life.” Zinc looked down, appropriately chastened. He pulled out a long red gummy candy from the packet on the table in front of him and began to munch on it. Red Vines, it was called. Ysiah tasted it earlier and thought it was the most disgusting thing he’d ever put in his mouth. Yrah was staring at Ysiah and had also pulled out one of the Red Vines to chew on. “I don’t get it. Why didn’t the warden know that any of this was going on?”

Old woman: What's your name young man? Chris: Christopher Hunt ma'am. Old woman: I'm Mallory Stevenson. You can call me Mell. Chris: Okay then you can call me Chris. Mallory: So, what's troubling you so much? If you would like to talk about it? Chris: Oh it's fine. But what do you mean? Mallory: It's written all over your face. I was shocked, she just read my face. Is it that's easy to read my face? Mallory: Is it about a girl?

I observe the movement of the zombie at the back and wait for the moment where it looks at the back not even a wink can stop my focus, seconds by seconds and the zombie is slowly moving and it turns back! without wasting a moment I suddenly move forward to the horde but *rrrooaarr!!!* there is a zombie in front of me!!! I didn't notice it due to I was too focused on the back zombie "I can't stop my momentum now!!!"- John Carl

Today was a hectic day for her as the restaurant was filled up today. "Are you leaving now?" She heard Madam Melody's voice behind her. "Yes," she answered as she turned to face her. Madam Melody walked to the counter and opened a drawer, she brought out some cash and counted it before handing it to Hailey. Hailey frowned after she finished counting the money it was not complete. "What's this?" She asked. She could feel anger boiling inside her already. She doesn't joke with her money at all. "What do you mean, what's that? That's your pay of course" Madam Melody said, looking elsewhere.