Bastion Novels & Stories

My destination: the basement, where the security control room was located. I found a secluded corner and slipped behind a pillar, staying out of sight. The door to the security control room was fortified with high-tech locks that only Zander's biometric scan could open. Inside, the pack's entire security network, along with sensitive information about the North, was stored on the main computer. The room was built to withstand anything—soundproof, bulletproof, blastproof, and fireproof.

She slipped through the cracks behind the noise, unseen. The vault itself was a marvel of over-engineering—a fortress for data. Air-gapped servers in triplicate, each on a different continent, rotating access keys, biometric checkpoints refreshed every six hours. The infrastructure was hardened, expensive, built to resist brute force and cleverness alike. But all that polish couldn’t hide its age. The builders had grown complacent, confident in their routines.

until the global missile launch. Final Mission Briefing Kyle’s trembling fingers typed rapidly, analyzing the encrypted blueprints of The Abyssal Bastion, Natalia’s last fortress. "We’re looking at... a mobile war station, he gasped. "Deeper than anything ever built. Armored silos. Missile bays. Submarine launch points... it’s a floating fortress." Vanessa snapped her rifle closed, expression sharp and calm. "What’s the weak spot?" The Only Way In "There’s one access point," Kyle rasped. "Dock 17... submerged, armored, and heavily defended. If we breach that, we’re inside the core."

E.K. Elijah Knight branded me with the initials of his name. Carved my body with a never-fading scar in my mind, soul, and heart. For the past half an hour I have been standing in front of the mirror and staring at my reflection in the mirror. The initials were taunting and mocking me reminding me how helpless I'm and how much he has control over me and my life.

"Where are we going?" "Through the backdoor," Ren said. "Let's go break their router." TIME: 16:15 HOURS. LOCATION: THE DIGITAL WORLD - THE OBSIDIAN BASTION. STATUS: THE ASSAULT. The Obsidian Bastion lived up to its name. It was a towering, oppressive fortress constructed entirely of black, jagged glass. It floated above a churning moat of blue data-streams, its walls lined with automated laser turrets and glowing defensive runes.

" I asked nervously . " Ya ..." He said and I looked at him shocked. " What ? Why ? I asked " Well because it's a private island , it belongs to the Deluca's and we're gonna be the only ones there accept for some few servants and they stay at the servants Quarters" he said and I gave a nod nervously. " Okay" I said and he laughed . My jaws where literally on the floor as I looked at just how luxurious the place looked . The place had the sweet vibes of nature and it brought a smile on my face .

I murmured as Toby sat down beside me, handing me a mug of tea. "She's learning to survive," Toby corrected. He looked tired. The lines around his eyes were deeper, the cost of being the shield for two gods-in-waiting. "Lisa, we can't just keep jumping from one basement to another. Eventually, they’re going to stop looking for a needle and just burn the whole haystack." "That’s why we’re here to take the match out of their hands," I said. "How? That Waterfront project is the most secure site in the Southern Hemisphere. Julian says they have 'Resonant Gates' at every entry point. They’ll scan your DNA before you even reach the lobby."

'' I don't want to anger him more, so I obediently turn around and enter the bathroom. The bathroom is nice, with a big bath near the window, allowing me to see the starry night outside, two sinks and the shower stall, everything's white marble, only black towels and golden faucets give some color. I want to lock the door, but how nice, there is no lock.

"It's 7 already, you should be on your way now." "Ain't you coming along?" "Vivian, you know I don't belong there." "What do you mean by you don't belong there?" "You know how I feel about people in power." "But peace, I can't go there alone." "Vee, you can't be alone. Gabriella and Laura would be there." "But..." "No, but vee, let me see you off." Just like peace said, a car was waiting for me outside. The car looks expensive but then, what do I know about cars?

"The Council can't afford to let the other sectors see the Vindicator broken. They will execute their secondary fallback protocol." ​"The Blackwater Extraction Facility," Julian rasped, stepping down from the weapon platform, his burning gray eyes locking onto Vivian's face with a fierce, possessive intensity. He reached down, his large hand firmly gripping her waist, pulling her back against his chest with an unyielding warmth. "The automated prison complex on the western edge of the lowlands. It’s the only fortress they have left outside the Inner Dome with an independent power core."