Sanford Madness Combat Novels & Stories

He used the fog barrier to buy time and exhaust his opponent. “How about it? Can you find me, you grotesque thing?” Adrian’s taunts echoed, but the sinister man no longer responded. His eyes were bloodshot, his pupils pinpricks, and his pulse raced as he mindlessly attacked everything around him. This loss of consciousness was precisely the dangers of madness.

As the fruit, glasses and bottles tumbled down the waves of disappointment and frustration hit me hard. Stupid fucking prick you are Rocco. She deserved better. I can do better. What a waste. As her words rioted around my mind they burned. Sleazy pig. Game over. Back to square one. I muttered all of this under my breath as I quickly organised the room. Cashed up, balances checked, safe loaded and bar cleaned down in record time. I was ruthlessly efficient for a change because I was fuelled by anger.

Sandra was horrified as she stood to see why this crazy guy would jump out the window like that. But what she saw when she looked out made her knees weak. wolves all over the place, smoke everywhere, the battle was brutal, and Sandra was more than traumatized. It was then she noticed that there were no humans out there only wolves fighting. Her hand flew to her mouth covering it trying to not scream.

Chapter 1 "Ohhh! Gosh! What an amazing moves! They are just falling like UFO' she whispered to herself. She could no longer move from her position due to nervousness. She was washing her face outside the gate of Andrea mansion seven o'clock in the morning. There was a faucet near to Mother Mary's garden. She plans to go to Mama Mary's Grotto and clean up its surroundings. There she saw a helicopter flying around. The height of the helicopter's flight was almost above the tallest coconut tree. Suddenly there were scout rangers jumping from up above. They just circled moving down in the air and stood up on the ground like they're standing holding in the positions of their high powered gun. Ja

14-MAD MEN FOR CINDERELLA The warm breeze gently caressed Nyx's skin, but his body was already burned with the exertion of digging those wretched holes. His jaw clenched tightly as he replayed the mind-numbing task in his head. Suddenly, a forceful shoulder collided with his, causing him to stumble and break from his thoughts.

In the living room, I saw a door that I did not know where it was going, so I opened that door without thinking and went inside. I raised my eyes as I entered the room. I was stunned to see Sanam drinking alcohol but a cracking sound grabbed my attention suddenly. My lips parted as his condition was…...too bad! His eyes were totally red as if he wanted to kill someone right now. His sleeves were rolled up, reaching his elbows and showing his muscled and tattooed arms. It was the first time I noticed a tattoo on his left forearm. It was like an aesthetic design of a compass and an arrow was passing through it. Something was also written around and it was carved very meticulously.

My vision had gone blurry, and I could taste metal in my throat. I was 50 yards away from the subway when the wall beside me fell with a loud crash. A Tier Six zombie, 13 feet tall and covered in spikes, roared as it charged at me. Its claws swiped loudly against the air. The hit was far too fast for me to follow. I couldn't dodge. Judging by the trajectory of the attack, it would land on my chest. Was I going to die here? I just came to this world… No, I wouldn't go down without a fight. I widened my eyes and held my bayonet as tightly as I could, bracing myself for the lethal hit.

Kyle shifted uncomfortably for what he must say next. “We need to take a rarely used, dicey, tactic: Double Blind Strikes. For this I need all of you to remember not all intel will be shared, a basic plan will be in place, but as things change out there, you cannot contact each other. Animikii’s wolves can sense you. I’m getting ahead of myself here. I have decided that I require Aries, Scythe, Dove, Troy, and Briar. If your name hasn’t been called, can you give us the room?” Kyle asked, bowing. After those not invited left the room, there was no holding anything back now.

He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.

I shout, slicing at another rogue. ‎ ‎“Focused doesn’t usually mean nearly getting your head taken off!” ‎ ‎I duck under a swipe and kick hard, sending my opponent tumbling. “Define ‘nearly’!” ‎ ‎He groans. “You’re impossible.” ‎ ‎“Thank you!” ‎ ‎Despite the blood and screams, I find myself grinning. Maybe it’s battle madness. Maybe I'm just insane. Maybe it's a coping mechanism to this new chaos around me. But Thorne’s voice steadies me in a way nothing else can.