Novels by daiton001

The rain hadn’t stopped for three days. It fell in relentless sheets over the quiet coastal town of Blackridge, drumming on rooftops, turning the narrow streets into rivers of silver.Daniel Ward leaned against the porch railing of the small inn, cigarette between his fingers, eyes fixed on the dark horizon where the forest met the sea. The storm’s fury didn’t bother him much. What bothered him was the sound he’d heard the night before the one that wasn’t thunder.It was a howl. Low, distant, and unlike anything he’d ever heard.And it came from the cliffs.He took a drag, watching the faint orange glow fade in the wind. The locals had warned him not to wander out there after dark. “People go missing near the cliffs,” the innkeeper had said. “Animals, hikers, even a few police officers.”Daniel wasn’t here for folklore. He was here for facts.Inside, the inn was dimly lit, all wood and warmth. A few old fishermen nursed their drinks by the fire, their faces drawn and weary. The televi

For a long time, no one moved.The forest seemed to hold its breath every insect, every leaf, waiting for what came next.Evelyn kept her gun leveled, the sight trembling slightly in her grip. The man before her if he could still be called that stood half in shadow, half in moonlight. Blood matted his hair. His shirt hung in tatters, claws half-sheathed at his sides. His eyes glowed faintly gold, too bright to be human, too sad to be beast.“Stay where you are,” she said. “Hands where I can see them.”Julian didn’t move. “If I raise them,” he rasped, “you’ll see what I am.”Mason stepped forward, his own weapon steady. “We already see it.”Julian gave a faint, broken laugh that turned into a cough. “Then you should’ve killed me already.”Evelyn swallowed hard. “Why are you here?”Julian’s gaze flicked toward her, sharp and strange. “You’re Evelyn Cross,” he said. “I’ve heard your name whispered in the halls. The detective who keeps chasing ghosts.” He tilted his head slightly. “Guess

The forest was quiet after the fire.Smoke hung low among the trees, gray fingers curling through the branches. Ash fell like snow. Somewhere far behind, alarms still wailed from the ruins of the facility but out here, the world had gone still.The creature stumbled through the undergrowth, bleeding from half a dozen places. It no longer knew which parts of its body belonged to man or wolf. Its ribs burned when it breathed, its claws trembled with each step. The scent of smoke, blood, and freedom filled its lungs.Freedom.It didn’t know the word anymore, but the feeling of the ache of it stirred something deep.It collapsed against a tree, panting. Its reflection flickered faintly in a puddle of rainwater below gold eyes, torn flesh, a face that was almost human, and yet… not.It whispered, hoarse and broken:“Who… am I?”The sound startled even itself. The voice was deep, guttural, carrying fragments of what once was human speech.A rustle came from the trees behind.The creature’s

The lights flickered, then died. Only the red strobes remained, pulsing like veins through the dark. The air grew thick with the scent of smoke and blood. Somewhere deep in the building, something massive roared a sound too powerful to belong to a single creature.Evelyn froze. For a heartbeat, the world seemed to hold its breath. Then the floor trembled.“They’re coming,” Emily whispered.Mason grabbed Evelyn’s arm. “We move. Now.”They sprinted through the loading bay, weaving between overturned crates and twisted metal. The growls rose behind them dozens of throats, dozens of claws scraping stone. Evelyn’s lungs burned, her body screaming, but her mind refused to stop.“Left!” Emily shouted, firing a burst that tore through the smoke. A wolf yelped and fell, but more followed. The pack poured through the corridor like a living storm, their eyes catching the red light hundreds of them, each moving with brutal purpose.Evelyn turned down a side passage. “This way maintenance tunnels

The alarm blared as soon as the cage door opened. A shrill, metallic scream echoed through the building, bathing every corridor in pulsing red light.Mason tightened his grip on Evelyn’s arm, hauling her toward the stairwell. Emily covered their backs, rifle snapping in sharp bursts as shadows lunged from the hall.“Go! Go!” Emily barked, squeezing off another shot. A wolf crumpled mid-charge, sliding across the floor, claws screeching against concrete.Evelyn stumbled but forced herself upright. Her legs ached from confinement, her wrists raw from the cuffs, but the adrenaline burned away the weakness. She clenched Mason’s shoulder, voice ragged: “Don’t…don’t slow down for me. If I fall, you keep going.”Mason shot her a glare, furious even in the chaos. “Not happening.”They barreled down the stairwell, boots pounding metal steps. The wolves weren’t far behind; the air filled with snarls, claws scraping steel. One leapt over the railing from above, landing in front of them with a bo

The storm had rolled in quiet, dragging a low ceiling of clouds across the moon. From the roof of the abandoned motel, Jonas Hale adjusted his binoculars and trained them on the warehouse below.The alarms had died minutes ago, but he’d seen the flare of gunfire, the scattering shapes, the bay door forced open. Three figures had barely made it out barely. He’d followed their staggered escape across the field until the treeline swallowed them whole.Jonas lowered the glasses, flexing stiff fingers. He’d been watching Redbrook long enough to know nothing left that place unless it was meant to.He pulled a cigarette from the crumpled pack in his pocket, lit it, and let the smoke curl against the wind. His left knee ached from the old injury, a reminder of the last time he’d crossed paths with Rhodes. He’d sworn he wouldn’t get involved again. But then he saw the girl.Evelyn Cross. Subject E-113.Jonas had read the file more times than he cared to admit. Police detective on the surface.