Reverend Insanity Webnovel Novels & Stories

Elizabeth rose from her seat and addressed her and the entirety of the people gathered there “Just because the book doesn’t know how to stop them doesn’t mean there is no solution to this problem and a way to save both Maggie and the entire town.” The Reverend moved to the middle of the room and said “I place my trust on you detectives but if this town’s soul is in peril then I must watch over her, that being said there might be a way to find a solution.” The words of the Minister injected some hope into the helpless congregation “When l was nothing more than a young man, in theological school in the deep in the forest of Sussex there were sightings of black dogs, I didn’t think much of it t

Can you imagine living inside such a body? "I'm sorry, Mama... I'm sorry Papa... I'm truly sorry," with my pulse on my throat, yet trying to stand tall and still. Holding back my panic breath. "I’d not marry him, Father. If I should die, then let it be," I repeat myself, trying my best to not stutter nor choke. The crowd started to yell at me. I lift my head then stare at The High Priest straight in the eye, bold and rebelliously. The High Priest stares back at me, ‘How dare you!’ those solemn eyes say. No one ever disobeys the high Priest. No one ever dared to look at him so boldly. Not even Samantha Geelen, -- the black sheep of the New Eden.

“Aw, and here I was hoping the ‘sir’ would stay. Yes, I’ll get it, but we need to discuss the problem that thing presents.” “That is not the problem. The dickwad is the problem,” Beth says with her hands on her hips. Again I felt that nice warm, fuzzy feeling. “You’re both right. The notebook and Kirk are the problems. Which is why I want to at least destroy the notebook. Kirk, I will figure out what to do with later.” “So you don’t think you’re crazy anymore?” Matt asks. “Is one every sure they’re not insane? How can we really know what we experience in this world is the actual reality of the situation?” I ask back.

I wasn’t ready to be put on the spot, but I didn’t want to seem weak in front of them, so I pushed the erratic thoughts from my mind and began to speak. “Look, I know you are all leery of me, and I can’t blame you. A Reaver with Wolf focused abilities? According to Raziel, this has never happened before. It’s not possible for a Reaver to develop powers outside of a Coven, but here I am. You’re going to tell me that in all the time you guys have been alive you’ve never once seen anything like this, and you don’t think that there is a reason for it?” My words were shaky, but I kept the appearance of confidence.

“I thought you had disappeared.” “Missed me?” His eyes spark, leaving my stomach turn. He may teasing me, trying to get under my skin, but I can’t help the uncomfortable feeling that settles over me. At one point, I considered trusting Revel. That will never happen again. He left me with a million unanswered questions that I eventually had to get from Thought. “Not exactly. You didn’t tell me what was going on,” I comment, referring to my thoughts. Revel is Gluttony, a Sin, who should never be trusted. And now I know he is working with Death...he’s crazy if he thinks he can gain my trust back.

… When they displayed the sisters, they were left alive—but with their limbs amputated—in two large urns. We were shocked by the intensity of the brothers' insanity. Zagreus even beamed at me. "Don't worry. This is just the overture. Once their wounds heal, we will cut them up bit by bit again! Until they are dead and in pieces!" "What about their company?" I asked. Zion answered excitedly, "No worries! We've purchased the Steins' company. You will own it tomorrow!" The sisters—whose eyes had been blinded—cried tears of blood.

And, Dio mio, I don’t want her to fall into the same madness I’ve spent years drowning in. The world I live in, the world of the insane, isn’t for her. Not at all. It’s a realm of chaos, of madness and vanity, where sanity is lost in insanity. I’ve clawed my way to the top through the fractured minds and shattered thoughts that surround me. It’s suffocating. It’s a constant struggle because I have to maintain a grip on reality within the abyss of insanity. I don’t want that for her. But here she is, crumbling in front of me, pulling me to her like an invisible thread wrapped around my neck.

Chelsea was mad. Or crazy. Elena couldn’t decide which one as she watched the woman’s shiny eyes. This wasn’t Chelsea Rodriguez, the intelligent arch enemy she’d had since childhood. This woman was something else, bordering on the edge of insanity. “What’s wrong with her?” Elena asked her secretary as she watched Chelsea respond to the judges’s few questions. “I’m not sure,” Kim sighed and shook her head. “At the first trial, I thought she was putting on an act but now, it’s obvious to anyone that she’s lost it. Maybe guilt from all her evil deeds or the pain of losing the child she longed for,”

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

“This broken mess.” > “She’s… untouchable,” he whispered, more to himself than anyone else. “…and I… I am nothing.” The room fell silent, save for his shallow, irregular breathing. Outside, the city continued its hum of life and business, but inside, Revan had reached a mental precipice. A man who had once wielded power with confidence now faced a collapse the world could never understand—a fall brought not by competitors or financial loss, but by obsession and unyielding pride meeting a woman’s unshakable strength.