The Cure For Madness Novels & Stories

Seraphina had gone mad in her final days, lost in self-doubt. “Asher…” I choked, my voice barely above a whisper. Asher’s jaw clenched. “Where’s the cure then?” “A-A cure? No, there is no cure.” My heart plummeted. No cure? Then we couldn’t resist the pull Selene had over Asher. Would they eventually fall in love? Would our connection—what little we had—slowly fade away? Would I… go insane, too? “No. No, that’s not true.” I shook my head violently, my voice breaking. “You’re lying. There has to be a cure.”

How true is that statement for this damned world we live in, where nameless horrors always lurk in the dark, ready to catch us, trap us, and drag us to eternal ruin. I believe that insanity is a release from the restrictive limitations imposed on us by the expectations of our culture, our race and, above all, ourselves. The madman does not care what others think of him, because what leads a person to dementia is often the revelation that the world around him is not as safe or stable as he would like to believe, that it is a populated place by monsters that lurk just beyond the thin veil of reality, that can tear apart a man's soul as well as his body and destroy his mind.

I asked with a brighten expression, curiosity awaiting an answer while Ruma sat comfortably and smiled softly. "There is no cure Liam, the problem is you Liam and only you can find the cure yourself! Ruma explained and I felt a rush of hatred rushed through my mind as I frown my face and furrowed my eyebrows, one could know how angry I was at the response she gave me, indeed, she was crazy. "Scott was right, you're really crazy! How on Earth am I the problem?" I asked angrily while my eyes glowed for some seconds as if wanting to pop out of their sockets.

The murderous gold of his wolf flared in his eyes, his inner wolf on the verge of going feral. "I'm going to kill her!" He turned to storm out, his footsteps like thunder. "Fenris," I said quietly, stopping him. "Don't be rash." He stopped, whirling to face me. The murderous gold of his wolf flared in his eyes, but the moment they met mine, the killing light receded, leaving only the man. The witch watched, making no move to intervene. "Remember to bring something to end the pregnancy," she said calmly. "That child must not be born."

He extended his hand to her and spoke. "In the beginning, I was the first person who had never wanted you to be with him but today I myself want to take you to him because," He halted and gazed deeply into her watery hazel eyes. "Sinister's insanity is the only cure of his painful sanity ," Her soul shivered at the completion of his words. Inessa travelled her eyes towards his extended palm and then lifted her hand and collided it with his. Cyrus smiled and then clutched back her palm.

my mom's psychiatrist told "it was a slow poison, it dont kill humans but it will make them out of their senses, they'll loose there individuality and slowly becomes emotionless, gradually it makes them as a ruthless and fierce person, the another tablets given to you was in order to make you forget your past after some period of time you'll forget another phase, that is the reason for your sleeping disorder, if it continues like this only you'll end up becoming mad, as you can't differentiate what is past or what is present" dhiren asked "do you people call yourselves as doctors? first of all are you even worthy to be called as human beings? the people approached you with belief but you're

And maybe her nearest hoard, if she was unable to get the spell components that she needed from Willow. “There is something,” she said slowly. “Something that may… Well, it wouldn’t cure you, but it might… mitigate the effects. I…” She looked away still feeling the residual shame although centuries had passed between. “When I was still a young human my mother began to have periods of… madness. She would not be herself, and then, suddenly, she would be again. I had to find a way to stop her from using her magic, from drawing attention to us…

My hands flew to my head, gripping it as though I could hold my skull together. “What the hell—?” My voice was barely a whisper. This was getting bad. I stumbled to the shelf, yanking down the old, worn book, the cursed one. Flipping through the pages, I found the words I dreaded. If you do not mate with your mate constantly after marking her, you die. Symptoms begin with headaches, leading to madness. Your mate must fall in love with you to complete the cure, That Includes the mating. I slammed the book shut and hurled it to the floor. How the hell was I supposed to make her fall in love with me? I’d tried everything. And yet, the clock was still ticking.

His expression conveyed his certainty that he had done what was right and just. “Save them?” I couldn’t believe it. Save them from what? He laughed, and the sound chilled me to the bone. The similarity between him and Daphne was eerie. They were both driven by madness. “Yes, the curse can be cured with science.” He wriggled himself into a sitting position. He was insane. “Pah! You are delusional. It’s not a curse. It’s evolution. We are the apex species. The answer to survival in this world that the human race is busy destroying.”

"What the hell? What did she do in there? Why does it stink so badly?" Marcus frowned hard. Fighting his nausea, he switched on the greenhouse lights. My body lay curled on the ground, completely unresponsive. "What are you playing at, Bianca? Get up now!" Marcus roared. He thought I was retaliating by doing something revolting to express my dissatisfaction toward them. My soul stood right beside him. I watched as his face grew more furious at my silence and thought what a tragedy this was. Mackenzie pinched her nose and cast a look of repugnance before letting out an exaggerated scream. "Oh my god! How repulsive! Did she mess with the pesticides in here? That's so dangerous!"