Bioshock Big Daddy Alpha Series Novels & Stories

It wasn't like looking at a mirror; it was like looking at a god that had grown bored of its creation. ​"Ren! The Universal-Link is spiking!" Leo shouted over the roar of the encroaching tsunami. "The people, they aren't just seeing the wave. They’re feeling the Alpha’s hunger!" ​At the console, Ren’s fingers were a blur of motion. "It’s a 'Data-Overwrite', Leo! The Alpha isn't just a giant; he’s a living server. He’s broadcasting a signal that tells every cell in every human body in Neo-Tokyo that they are Obsolete. The 'Collective-Will' is faltering because they’ve met their biological superior!"

“Alpha is sick.” *

Drake urged. "Perhaps your Alpha is already dead," smirked the man they had apprehended. Drake punched him in the face, knocking him out. Drake grumbled, "Now you shut up." "We saw Alpha, and he's already killed everyone within the cave, even humans and newborn babies; Alpha is out of control," Stephen said abruptly after a long quiet. When Drake and Bianki heard what Stephen revealed, they were shocked and terrified as well... .....

I nodded as Lauretta spoke. Alpha Boston had been called the mad Alpha because of his love for destroying things. He was the second son of the Alpha so his brother was set to take over from their father until he fell into a lake and drowned. I'd heard people talk about Boston's inferiority complex which made him target others to make himself seem bigger and better.

, Alpha said to Dad and Dad finally looked up into Alpha’s eyes and seemed dumbfounded. He put his mouth on Alpha’s wrist and sucked on his blood. Dad immediately stopped and fell down on his knees. He was weak and shaking. I thought Alpha had poisoned him. In the light of moon, he looked like an animal whose neck was slashed open and now was twitching at the end of his time.

I heard one of the men say, and my eyes widened in shock. At this moment of shock, I almost let out a gasp, but I was quick to cover my mouth, preventing any sound from making its way out of it. "I also wish we didn’t have to buy it, but we have been paid for it. Dawn had given us money to kill him and make sure no one knows where he is, so here it is, we have to kill him," they said, and I clenched my fists at the mention of Dawn’s name, she had to be the most heartless woman in the world because how could she even want to kill the alpha? What had he done to her?

He shook his head slowly, almost sadly, like a teacher who had watched a promising student fail a test they should have passed easily. "Have you ever seen a creature bigger than its creator?" he asked. "Have you ever seen a shadow outlast the flame that cast it? Have you ever seen a child outgrow the parent who brought them into this world? No. You haven't. Because it doesn't happen. It has never happened. And it will never happen. Not while I am standing here. Not while the Alpha is still breathing. Not while there is blood in our veins and fire in our hearts." His voice rose, and the crowd leaned forward as if pulled by an invisible string, their fear and curiosity warring on their faces.

Burnt bridges, unpaid debts, ruined lives. I followed his scent—desperation, sweat, and shame—to a dingy motel off the highway. Room 206. I didn’t bother to knock. The door splintered under my hand as I shoved it open with all of my Alpha King strength. Zach stumbled up from a stained couch, wild-eyed, already looking guilty. “A-Alpha King Kingston—” “Sit back down,” I snarled. He sat. I stepped inside and shut the broken door behind me. The room reeked of whiskey and dirty laundry.

, he informed. “Keep an eye on Maria. I want active surveillance on her 24*7”, I ordered. “Yes, Alpha” “Has Drake returned yet?” I inquired. “Yes, Beta Drake will be with you shortly” he informed. I dismiss him with the wave of my hand. Alex is Alpha blood. He knows all the tricks to remain hidden in the forest as long as he wants. I can feel the suffocating pain in my chest since he cut off the l**k.

His shadow blades flashed, instantly decapitating three grotesque, cybernetic sentries that guarded the entrance to the server farm. Jack stepped out last, his dark-gold sword already drawn. The exterior of the server farm looked like an inverted cathedral built from black glass and pulsing veins of purple light. As they approached the main blast doors, the shadows detached themselves from the walls. Ten "Shadow Alphas" materialized. These were not the brute-force ghosts Jack had fought on the Aethelgard. They were sleek, digitized nightmares, constructed from pure malicious code and stolen Alpha genes. "You step onto sacred ground, interloper," the lead Shadow Alpha hissed, its voice echoin