All Chapters of System Of Blood: To Crave Survival: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CHAPTER 112Camryn's POVThe abandoned districts smelled like rust, rot, and the particular stench of anomalies that had been left to fester too long.I crouched behind a collapsed wall, watching a Class D Hollow Child drift through the ruins of what used to be a residential building. The anomaly was small, maybe four feet tall, with translucent skin that showed the vague outline of bones underneath. It moved in jerky, unnatural motions, like a puppet with half its strings cut.But that wasn’t what made it useful for our purposes.“Partial integration,” Whitney whispered from beside me, her eyes closed as she read the anomaly’s signature. “The host is still alive inside. Maybe forty percent bonded. Similar degradation pattern to Reginald’s, just at an earlier stage.”Perfect. This was our third test subject in two days, and each one brought us closer to understanding how Eugene’s device interacted with integrated anomalies.The first test had been a disaster. The anomaly died, but so

CHAPTER 114Camryn's POVThe underground doctor’s clinic was in the basement of an abandoned factory that smelled like rust and old blood.Reginald led us through a side entrance barely visible behind stacks of discarded machinery, down concrete stairs that hadn’t seen maintenance in decades. The walls were covered in water stains and graffiti, and I could hear rats scurrying in the darkness.Not exactly reassuring.“Are you sure about this?” Miranda asked, her hands still pressed against Fabian’s makeshift bandages. His breathing had gotten worse during the drive; it became shallow and ragged, his skin pale and clammy.“Dr. Kaine is the best option we have,” Reginald said. “She doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t keep records, and she’s kept half the black market Hunters alive over the past decade.”At the bottom of the stairs was a reinforced door with a small viewing slot. Reginald knocked three times, paused, then knocked twice more. Some kind of code.The slot opened, revealing a pair

CHAPTER 116Camryn's POVThe evidence dropped right at midnight.I sat in that half-collapsed research facility, watching as Whitney kicked off the distribution protocol she'd been hammering together for the last forty-eight hours. She worked across three different data slates at once, barely blinking, sending our files sprinting through Lenore’s underground networks.Forty-seven channels. Twenty-three data brokers. Fifteen black market traders who didn’t give a damn about House authority. Every single one got the same files at the same time—everything we’d ripped from House Blue’s archives.Project Marionette docs. Logs of experimental subjects. Death reports. Psychological profiles that traced exactly how Julian built his anomaly weapons. All of Whitney’s data proved that fear made anomalies stronger. Pictures of the Shattered Mirror, floating in its tank. Reginald strapped to a medical bed, corruption crawling under his skin.And my voice, recorded just two hours ago, laying out wh

CHAPTER 118Camryn's POVThe Chancellor shouldn’t have been able to move that fast. One blink—he’s at the tunnel entrance, grinning with those way-too-sharp teeth. Next, he’s right beside Miranda, hand clamped tight around her throat, lifting her like she’s made of paper.“Drop your weapons,” he says, calm as you please. “Or I crush her windpipe.”Amon’s shadows flare out, ready to attack, but the Chancellor’s already on it. He flicks his free hand in some weird gesture I don’t recognize, and the shadows snap back, almost like they’re scared of him. He must’ve stolen that trick from another Hunter. Figures.“I said drop them.”I set Eugene’s device down, slow and careful, trying to get my brain to catch up. The Chancellor isn’t just strong—he’s got tactics, he’s always a step ahead, and he’s controlling everything. We need to shake him, make him react for once instead of calling all the shots.“You’ve been waiting for us,” I say, buying a little time. “Why?”“Because you’re predictabl

CHAPTER 120Camryn's POVWe hit the facility at 2 AM, when security shifts changed and attention was at its lowest.The western industrial district was quieter than the riot zones but no less dangerous. Abandoned factories loomed like dead giants, and the air smelled like chemicals and decay. Whitney's detection equipment showed at least a dozen anomaly signatures in the immediate area, all Class C or lower, but enough to complicate our approach."Perimeter guards," Amon whispered, his shadows detecting movement before we saw it. "Four positions. Professional security, not House military.""Private contractors," Miranda assessed. "Julian's covering his tracks. If something goes wrong, House Blue can deny involvement."Smart. Ruthless. Exactly what I'd expect from my brother.We'd spent twelve hours preparing and analyzing the facility layout, identifying entry points, charging Eugene's device, and planning contingencies. Fabian's arm had healed enough to be functional, though he still