Reverend Insanity Webnovel Novels & Stories

"Someone tossed nails on the ground in the hopes that he would step on them during junior high, and his legs were crushed the next day. When he was in university, some girl tried to get close to him, but she got exposed as a cheater and vanished the next day. You should be thanking me for my generosity, or you'd be facing the Leafensteins instead." She grabbed a scalpel and jabbed it into my wrist, then she stirred it like my wrist was a pot of stew. The pain shot through my veins, and I shivered in agony. Even so, I gnashed my teeth. "When my family finds out what you're doing to me, you're dead. All of you!" Zacharias sneered and slammed his foot into my belly. "You're going to die, and ye

Adam passed him a bag of ice which he held to his head while he managed to stand up. “Are you okay?” Adam asked. “Yea, I will be.” Ichabod replied in his normal voice before sitting down. “Odin told me what happened, Denis was the lady? Is that true?” Ichabod nodded. It was stupid but there was no way he could explain that to him. He couldn’t even understand. “How is that possible?” “I don’t know Adams, I don’t think Odin knows either.” “Odin mentioned reincarnation, so it’s possible. “

“And then I knew it had gotten so bad. The perfect confirmation that you’re not my Bunny. I know he’s a chainsmoker, with lungs like chimneys. I also know that smokers are liable to die young, but maybe the world has been misled. Perhaps the manufacturers meant the death of the brain. Because Tristan has gone insane. “So karma got you faster than weed?” I tssk. “You weren’t even lucky enough to catch pulmonary cancer, and madness has caught up with you. Christ, they even call you ‘Mad-Bishop,’ isn’t it?” PUNCH!!! Copper burns my nostrils. I collapse against the headboard, choking on thin air.

block. His eyes were as misty asthe fog on north Manhattan on winter solstice and could not be deared no matter how many times the old man waved his hands. He felt like a victim of weed douse (thoroughly bathed in Indian hemp) "Fghdknkhasknskhds, adghfghdgqddqwdg." He muttered incoherently as he fought against insanity from the sheer information cum experience overload. "Hmm" the old man waved his hand and Tom found himself in

The once gentle cradle became an unbreakable cage. "Stop fighting me," he growled near her ear. "You'll hurt yourself." His hips ground into her again, harder this time, letting her feel exactly how much he wanted her. The thick, rigid length pressed into the cleft of her bottom with obscene intimacy. "Let me go." Her words cracked, then broke, but she forced them out again. "Let me go. This is sin. This is sin incarnate and it is actively poking me. I'm a Reverend Mother. I've taken sacred vows before God Almighty."

“Don’t you see? They knew. They were wrong about most things, but their pagan scriptures, their poetry of the end times foretold all that’s happening now. I’ve spent my life . . . telling fairy tales. There’s no salvation. Only oblivion and those that bring it.” “He’ll keep searching for higher truth,” I muttered. “And then one day he’ll find it. Whether he wants to or not.” “Man craves his own destruction,” said Reverend Fowler. With a hint of fear replacing the self-pity in his voice. “And they feed on that desire. They nurture it like farmers tending crops. They use whatever they can to show us our dark reflections. Our weakness makes them strong.” “Wait, who are you talking about?” “You

Alger read it clearly. Make haste before the full moon rises. "Do you have water for me to drink?" Alger asked as he felt uneven sweat drop from his forehead. "I have something better," the Reverend's boy replied. "Wait for me here." As Alger sat on the plush wooden chair and waited for the Reverend's boy to bring whatever he was planning on bringing, he felt a hunger for blood stir inside of him. Although the Revered had told him he could no longer see himself as the man he saw himself before, he did not find it easy to achieve as long as he still felt what he felt inside of him. As he waited, he imagined what it would be like to feel normal again, what it would be like to smell blood like

“Hey, tell me JK, do you want to learn how to revive the dead?” Flooded with those words as his mind is full of those swarming thoughts that make him shiver in the excitement of how wrong he was then, yet how sinful and stupid he is now for thinking and deliberately swarming into the see of sin where he could never turn back. Yet, he does not have any remorse or guilt to do so knowing that what lies at the end of the tunnel is his wish to be granted. He laughs menacingly as he embraces his insanity, for the thing that he desires, and the only thing he ever wanted right now, is the very taboo they all claim and call.

The old man smoothed his wisps of hair into place and walked toward the restrooms, but when he felt the Indian’s deep-set eyes following him Julian swung around. “What now?” his voice carried down the hallway. “Snakes flapping overhead? Milkmaids perched in the trees, giving birth to feathered brats? What?” The Reverend exhaled. “Not you, too. Whatever it is, deal with it please. I do not care to know, Prarsheen. Unless the nighttime stars vanish from the sky, unless hail and fire and blood come raining down, I don’t care.” The pastor moved unsteadily to the restrooms, but hesitated. “And get rid of what’s downstairs,” he said, “so that I may never lay gaze or thought upon it again.” He cont

Painful. Like a reminder. Of my ugly past. It was crystal clear. Replaying in my head nonstop like a fucking loop. I wanted it to stop. It was driving me insane. But it replayed louder. Angrier. Like it was haunting me. Tormenting me. Because of my sins.. My head was about to explode. My body twitched nonstop. The curse. It was unraveling within me. Eating up my sanity. Exposing my monstrosity.