Chell X Glados Novels & Stories

"Because my eyes saw something entirely different. There are dozens of smartphones and security cameras in this foyer. Do I need to have my team pull the footage and display your disgrace on the big screen for all of Haicheng to see?" Chloe looked up at the man shielding her. Her heart, already racing from the fever, began to hammer against her ribs like a trapped bird. The rhythmic throb in her chest was so loud she was certain everyone could hear it. For a moment, the cold, calculating "Demon" felt like the only solid thing in a shifting world. Giselle’s legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the polished marble floor with a dull thud. But Xavier wasn't finished. He leaned down, his presenc

"He’ll be drinking with the pack. You should be there to collect him once his senses are dull. If he’s blacked out, you can claim whatever you want. If he’s still resisting, you just need to drop this into his glass..." Mason produced a small vial of amber liquid and pressed it into Chloe’s hand. "As long as he swallows this, the Glacier will turn into a beast in the furs! He won't be able to resist his own instincts." Chloe was silent, the weight of the vial heavy in her palm. It was a low-born trick, but she was trapped. She took the bottle, her lip curling. "You certainly are a master of the cheap hunt, Mason."

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

"What the hell is that humming? Make it stop, Aradaa. It’s like needles in my skull." Kaelor’s voice was a low vibration, barely audible over the synthetic drone of the street. He stood in the shadows of a Living Metal archway, his chest bared, branded with the fake serial number of a gladiator slave. His muscles jumped under his skin. Sweat matted the hair on his neck.

Xander stepped to the side and Gloria came into view. "Gloria...." My words caught in the back of my throat. She wore a simple blue denim linen long dress and a leather belt pouch where she usually kept her potions and crystals. Not a single wound or scar to be seen on her, she was perfectly fine. I gulped. Since leaving with Killian that time, this was the first time she had shown up at the cottage again. I looked at Xander. Should I ask why and how he brought Gloria back? Suddenly all the questions bubbling up in my mind popped and evaporated.

"Give me that device, Chalida. Now." "And let you shove me back into the shadows while you and Mother play your little game of high-society chess?" Chalida tapped a command into the device. The air between them seemed to shimmer as the augmented reality overlay flickered, the red and green tickers suddenly bleeding into a jagged, chaotic violet. "I’m not your servant, and I’m definitely not your shadow. I’m the partner who realizes that sometimes, you have to break the machine to prove who’s stronger."