روايات وقصص ضمن Battle For Dream Island And Inanimate Insanity

But the more you looked at them, the more different they seemed. They held huge enhanced machine guns but had no armour of protection. What surprised me was the precision and enhanced alertness they had. Although they were only two they were able to kill so many of our men in the blink of an eye. I watched as one of the two, abandoned his guns and walked right in front of one of the fighters. Before that man could pull the trigger, with the speed of lighting, this superhuman grabbed the gun from him, and snapped his neck, as though he was just crushing a fly. I think the man didn't even get a chance to see his life flash before his eyes. I take a sharp intake of breath. These men looked like

But I didn’t want to learn it since I had no powers. I tried to interact with what I was seeing, throwing a punch and even trying to kick the woman, but it was like I was a ghost in this dream. I hate feeling useless. I feel that way when I’m awake since I’m the human in the pack. And now I’m useless even in my dreams. So annoying.

It was a silent, lethal warning—she’s mine, don’t even breathe near her. Ishtiyaq’s blood boiled at that look, and Sana’s evil smile only widened. The war had just begun.

And these time there is no different. You have to fight the serum, you have to my love. Those people are innocent. Fight it baby fight it. Emily tried to fight the serum but couldn't. Baby you can do, come let try this together again. Okay.

Ajibade asked. Mr. Sam looked towards my direction with sympathy. "There is nothing to be scared of sir. Just the us what we need to know." "The fact is, Ai hallucinate due to the effect of the drug in her. She has her experience differently which causes her a nightmare." "Okay, go on." Mr. Ajibade said. "Her hallucinations is never an imagination of rape mind you. But her nightmare is base on her experience that she was raped by him. That never stop haunting her as it has become an unforgettable memory of her. I am treating her on both side. Her hallucinations and her nightmares."

Amelia continued, “they’re demanding we surrender the East Side territory, or it’s war!” “What?!” Milton shouted in shock. He instinctively glanced outside the glamour to make sure no humans had noticed, then hissed into the phone, “How dare they…” “Of course they dare!” Amelia cut him off. “Because right now, we’re just a bunch of targets waiting for the sun to rise! Without the Warding, we’re lambs to the slaughter for every other power in this city!” Josie finally grasped how serious this was. “But… but I followed the procedure…”

I don't want to be a weapon. Jack gritted his teeth, forcing the Alpha Field to manifest around his mental avatar. In the dream world, his willpower was his armor. A golden aura flared around him, pushing back the cacophony of voices. He needed to find the core. The "Sanctuary" that the Catherine-construct had mentioned. He looked down at the sea of blood. Massive shapes were moving beneath the surface. Twisted, mechanical sharks made of surgical steel and rusted gears. They breached the surface, snapping jaws lined with scalpels at the sky.

It made me realize how these men were trained their whole lives for moments like this. They worked as a team, each one of them knowing their roles by instinct. One fired to disrupt the drugged elites’ vision, while others pinned them against shattered tables and twisted steel. The finishers moved in, driving their blades through their skulls to end the abominations for good. But even with their help, the aggressive monsters refused to stay dead. “We have to find our way out,” I muttered as I found myself right behind Isabella’s back. This wasn’t a battle that we could win by experience and numbers.

“But this is big. Very big.” Isla nodded, lips parted slightly. The relief she felt was raw and hot enough to sting. But underneath it sat a low, steady beat of fear… because people like Clarissa did not break without answering back. They simply found newer, darker ways to fight. The game had tilted in their favor for a moment, but the war was not over. She walked to the window. Damien was already asleep. For a second she pictured Clarissa back there at the station, her face twisted into that smile of hers, whispering bargains into the wrong ears.