Brandon Sanderson Secret Project 2 Novels & Stories

“Okay, genius. Now we’re cooking.” We slipped back out quietly and headed for Brandon’s car, but I couldn’t shake the chill crawling up my spine. Every step felt like someone was watching us. Once we were inside, Brandon plugged the flash drive into his laptop. It took a second, then a folder popped up labeled “PROJECT S.” I leaned closer. “What the hell…” He clicked it open. There were dozens of files — screenshots, text logs, even video snippets. My name appeared in several file titles. My face appeared in thumbnails.

Even with the scandal that happened last month, she was determined to go and see for herself. Xavier Marchand, the Beta of Shadow Pack, has always followed the rules that his sister called him a stickler that he wanted to prove her wrong. And the chance to do it arrived in the form of blue eyes and blonde hair. Can Xavier do it? Can he ignore the rules and follow his heart instead? 📌Gamma's Game An agreement, a claim, a fate

The mortals beside their towering rocks were drooling stinky black liquids, their hands raised toward the moon, trying so hard to catch it. Patting the dirt away from his golden armor, he rolled his head and glared at them. “Is that all you’ve got? Sadly, even with your abilities combine, you’re still incapable of putting a scratch on me. I must commend you, though. You’ve decapitated all my allies in just one blow.” He looked up suddenly when the moon was entirely covered with a reddish glow. “Ah, now we’ll see Zheira’s awakening. Watch closely, Vladimir! The woman you fantasized would be the one to end your miserable life.”

“I’m going to cut to the chase, Mr. Moonstone research has the most successful rate in all the projects we were assigned. He has surpassed our expectations for him right from the beginning, I mean. It’s the whole reason he got the scholarship and personal funding.” Personal funding? I frowned, completely lost. The last time I checked, only his research got funding. Not wanting to look dumb in front of everyone, especially because I’m already expected to know all this information. I tried to think of a way to ask. “Sir, can we finally talk about the project? I mean it makes sense to openly talk about it now that it’s out of Beta testing.” I cleared my throat, taking another sip from my drink.

Chapter 1 (The gossamer moon was the only sentinel to witness or tenuous beginnings.) -Unknown Brandon burst past a clump of trees, racing deep into the woods. A fine mist of droplets fell from the pine needles over head, down into his dirty blond hair. The water saturated him. Plastering the few dry strands left down onto his scalp, forehead, and temples. His wet clothes clung to him and made his thin cheeks and dark rimmed eyes seem all the more devastating.

Hundreds of them. ​"Silas didn't just have forty-three heirs," Leo realized, his breath catching in his throat. He looked at the map, seeing the sheer density of the life trapped beneath the water. "He had an entire second generation. A 'Beta' project. And someone has been 'tuning' them, feeding them, and training them for the ten years my parents thought the war was over." ​Suddenly, the cockpit was plunged into a violent, rhythmic strobe of crimson light.

I muttered, “I’m just... pissed. Saint’s trying to push me off the edge.” She nodded, "But what really happened?" She asked and lifted her gaze to meet mine, tears wobbling in her lashes. She ran her hand over my chest, and fuck, it was soothing as fuck. It calmed the rage in me. And her doe eyes? They did things no one could fucking explain to me. I told her all about Project 210 and what it entailed. I told her all about how Saint razed it to the ground without giving two shits about the hard work and resources I had poured into it. I showed her proof of the monster Saint was.

A highlighted section read: "Project Sanctuary: Final Implementation Phase. Upon completion of Subject Pairing confirmation, candidates will be strategically positioned to assume control of Rodriguez Enterprises through natural alliance formation. The Shadow Board protocol will be rendered obsolete through genetic optimization of leadership transition." "He was creating a counter-move," Sonia realized. A letter addressed to Alex appeared, dated before Carlos Rodriguez's death: "My son, if you are reading this, James has fulfilled his promise. The shadow board believes they control the Rodriguez legacy, but I have created a new protocol—Project Sanctuary—that will render their methods obsolet

Luis was relaxing in his pool at the back of his mansion, with Marco his right hand man when one of his men walked up to them. “Boss.” He said with a slight bow. “Lucas.” “One of our stash houses was hit this morning.” There was silence for a while, which made Lucas fidget. Luis watched as Marco emerged from the pool, his arms, chest and back full of numerous black tattoos on pale skin. At over 6”4 he was an intimidating figure made of raw muscles. “And?” He asked impatiently. “They made away with two kilograms of our product.” Marco was now standing few inches away from Lucas.

I didn't let myself get too carried away because I was sure she was going to beat my ass around for a little while before I got the hang of everything. I stepped out of the shower and dried off before wrapping my hair up. I wanted to wear something that was slightly breathable and easy to move in so I opted for a pair of spandex shorts and a tank top with my regular shoes. I towel dried my hair before I pulled it into a tight messy bun so it would stay out of my face. I grabbed my shoes and walked back into the room to get a pair of socks only to find that Brandon wasn't in the bed. I looked around until the smell of coffee hit my nose and I smiled. I didn't think he would get up so early bu