Reverend Insanity Webnovel Novels & Stories

The insanity series is now complete. The wonderful journey this has taken me on along with the wonderful people who have joined along for the ride know the ups and downs and the five months of my life it took to write this series. i am insane proud of the outcome and how it all worked out. The next series which is the nightmare series will begin in december. The first book in the series "The nightmare begins" is ready and will begin on December 1st. Though the first book does not have Max and Deanna i will tie in to the insanity series with the second book which i will begin writing in early 2021.

"When was the first time your mother visited you?" "I can't remember." "It is impossible for your mother to pay you a visit after the ritual I performed in my shrine. I destroyed your past which prevents spirits from your past hovering around you to stop immediately. I put an end to restless spirits." "But I still hear voices. I still see and hear my mother. I also have weird conversations with a man in my head. A dark man that poses as my conscience." "Your conscience is part of you. It has nothing to do with your insanity. Still, I doubt what you say about your mother's spirit visiting you. It is impossible."

Many can enter altered states of consciousness. Collective madness is present in the different scenarios of life, socially, politically, religiously and in our way of thinking. But there is a big difference in those degrees of insanity. The madness of a few who are misunderstood for the moment, will be the sanity of the future. In a wonderful book by the great poet Khalil Gibran, he praises that beautiful madness that does not limit the imagination of those who are capable of seeing beyond the physical senses and proudly expresses: "They call me the madman ... ". Because of that blessed madness, it is that we still remain in time and all is not lost. Fantastic love and neural craving will fi

“Spinstra instructed me that, because it is a mortal condition then it should be treated following the ways of mortals. And so I have labored to understand a little of your world – the world of livestock and insects, can you imagine? Like a monk I pored over tome after tome in huge mausoleums of human vanity – {libraries}, I believe they were called – until I came upon the most promising solution to my troubles.” An unmistakably human sigh. “Instead of keeping this feeling secret, I must confess it to the very source of it. Only then will I be released and cured of this insanity.”

He was moving. Lucifer was moving. Without thinking about anything else Martin ran to Lucifer touching his cheek. "My son. Lucifer." Catelin abruptly ran out to call Trevor and he instantly came to check Lucifer. As soon as they entered the room they saw with how normal yet dark gaze Lucifer was staring at his father. "Dad." He mumbled making Catelin freeze in her place. A wide smile appeared on Trevor's lips realizing. They succeeded in curing him. Lucifer got his sanity back. _____________________________________ It's all fictional don't take it seriously. So our Lucifer is cured now. A few more chapters are left. Be ready for an emotional rollercoaster.

Trevor replied. Henry sat back on the edge of the bed as soon as the novice priest left. The priest stroked his hair with his long and slender finger when the memory of the wild dream invaded his sanity. Henry closed his eyes and knelt to surrender his sinful mind to his grace. The guilty priest confessed that although she still loved that woman, there was no way he would let his life fall into madness and lust.

My cries are silent until the voice in my head shatters into a million agonizing pieces. "Repeat after me: 'I am not gay. I am not sinful" The words repeat, a mantra of hate, as my mind begins to blur. My brain is tearing apart, and my body is convulsing from the agonizing bolts of electricity. Make it stop! Please! The mantra continues for what seems like an eternity before it stops. I am not sinful. ... Even though I still love Pierce The Reverend finally leaves the room, and I collapse on the bed, breathing heavily.

He stopped, his jaw clenching, like he couldn’t say it. “Even when what?” I spat, my voice sharp, cutting. “When you were fucking her cunt? I was on your mind then, is that it? Spare me the bullshit, Reverend Thorne. You’re a holy fraud. A fucking cheat!” The words burned my throat, each one dripping with venom, but my body betrayed me, trembling under his grip. He didn’t flinch, but his eyes darkened, guilt and want warring in them.

Sophia didn't even blink an eye, she just had so much puzzle in her mind to solve, when everything is coming together, it scatters again and she has to start afresh. When the nurse was done, she left and said she would check up on Xena. The girl is still unconscious and everyone doesn't seem to think about her as new events keep unfolding every single minute. "Sophia?" She called calmly. "Ma'am?" Sophia answered simply. "You see, you are a very charming girl, and I don't blame my son for being enchanted" "I didn't pray for it, and you can't blame me either" she answered boldly. "From the very moment I saw you, I knew there was something about you that needed to be unleashed. There's this fir

I could almost see the rotted pews filled as the priest's ghost delivered sermons to the darkness. My mind drifted like an old Victorian daguerreotype. I imagined I heard a carriage carrying old-blooded Virginians to church on Sunday. The clopping of hooves intensified and I tried to erase them from my mind. But the vision of a black carriage remained, and the horse's hoof beats seemed at the church's door. Had I finally lost it? Just peachy: Callie, the terminally insane. Maybe that's why I wandered around the woods when any sane person would be asleep. Next thing you know, I'd be calling myself the King George and knighting bushes...