Bioshock No Gods Or Kings นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"From the mountain shamans of Keth'morah. They use it to reshape consciousness. To burn away troublesome emotions. You'll wake tomorrow with your conscience clean as fresh snow." Horror cut through the pharmaceutical fog like a blade through silk. The chamber breathed around him. Walls expanded and contracted like the ribs of some vast, dying beast. The drug—whatever hellish compound she'd chosen—rewrote his nervous system with each passing second. His body became a foreign country. His muscles responded with the sluggish obedience of a broken marionette. "I'm going to perfect you." Her hand cupped his face with terrible gentleness. "The kingdom needs a ruler who can order massacres at break

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

We walked along a narrow path, and his kingdom loomed a few meters ahead of us. "This place looks terrifying," Camila said In a shiver and I couldn’t agree more. Dark smoke engulfed almost everything. "Guys, we have a problem," Kelvin mumbled. I saw thousands of demons rushing toward us, screaming from a distance. It seemed that this wouldn't be as easy as I had thought. "It's either we make it out alive or we die here," Matthew muttered, drawing out his weapon.

Nox let out a low, guttural sound in the back of his throat. “I swear to you as an Alpha and your mate that they won’t get away with what they’ve done to you. I’m going to kill them all. I’m going to wipe Gideon’s pack from the fucking map, and destroy every camp, safe house, and facility Phineas owns. Once we’re done, there won’t be anyone left to hurt you.” I licked at my dry lips and croaked, “I want to help. I—I need to help.” Nox grabbed a glass of water from the beside table and pressed it into my hands. I nearly dropped it, marveling at how cold the condensation felt against my skin. I guzzled it so quickly that my stomach clenched painfully.

"Miss Eckhart, don't blame me... Mr. Sterling said that if I kept you in here for half an hour, he'd move my husband into the best hospital ward. "I can't afford to offend the Sterling family. I'm sorry!" Her footsteps faded away. The opening bell rang at exactly the right moment. I looked around and fixed my eyes on the only window in the restroom, locked tight. The next second, I grabbed the wooden mop nearby and smashed it into the glass. Crash. The window shattered. Sharp shards cut a deep gash across the back of my hand. I kicked off my heels, gripped the edge of the frame with bare hands, ignored the glass slicing into my palms, and forced myself over.