Cohen Bioshock Novels & Stories

At dawn, when only a few people are awake, Cohen, the gardener, once again strolled in the garden and heard voices on the vent. He could hear two people’s voices talking but could not hear them well enough to distinguish who they were until one of them left. "Hello?" Cohen asked in the vent. "Why is it you again?" Someone answered. "Whoa, you’re not using helium this time." Cohen was surprised. "Is that all right for you, the infamous serial killer?" It didn’t answer for a while but let out only one word, "Oops~"

Cohen wondered. “That, I don’t know.” Bastian said. Cohen frowned his forehead, staring straight into Bastian’s eyes till a thought passed through his mind. “No!” He shouted and shook his head in opposition. “No, no, Bastian. Don’t think of that.” “What?” Bastian looked unclear. “It’s not Anna.” Cohen defended. “Did I mention any name?” Bastian acted innocent. “Then who is it?”

It was silent now, the war was over. I was laying down, something I don’t remember doing. The last thing I remember was seeing Kora running to me and telling her that it was time. I turned my head to see green grass underneath me. My hair was blonde again, something it hasn’t been for months. Looking further out, I saw that the green grass didn’t last more than a couple of feet, and the rest was scorched and gray in color. I pushed myself up on my forearm to look around and saw that the green grass around me was in a circle, I must have been put inside a protective shield by someone.

' Cohen sounded nervous in a more personable and relaxed tone, unlike when he is reporting official pack business to me. I could feel my wolf grow a bit on edge. He was missing our mate and wanted to see her soon. 'No, I haven't. I suppose I can check on her while you deal with the hostiles with your patrol unit.' 'The vampires on patrol reported that they neutralized the hostiles already. Apparently they didn't get their midnight-breakfast-snack so they made quick work of the hostiles. I was going to head back to our apartments if you don't have any additional orders for me?' Cohen sounded hopeful that I would let him go home. I could tell through the pack link we all shared that he was mor

Then, he opened his bloody mouth as if he wanted to swallow Cohen whole. “No!!!” Cohen shrieked and sat up violently on the bed. Sweat had soaked through his clothes and blanket. His face was pale, and he was panting heavily. When he looked at the window, he only saw the curtain fluttering. Black Caesar was nowhere to be found. “Huff, huff!!!” Cohen exhaled in relief. It turned out, he only had a nightmare. Just as Cohen was about to lie down and go back to sleep, the sound of gunfire suddenly came from the distance. Within seconds, that sound was getting closer and closer to him.

"I don't know if that's what it was. I'm describing it as accurately as I can." "That's consistent with what it was made to do," Dravon said. "Not just suppress. Respond. Caevan built sensitivity into it — it was designed to react to specific kinds of danger. Vampire-related threats, primarily. But also — " he paused. "Also things that threatened the person wearing it at a fundamental level. Their identity. Their safety." "Reading about Maren threatened my identity." "Reading about the man who manufactured your entire life as a weapon and has been holding your mother hostage for two decades — yes. I'd say that qualifies."

"What can I do for you today Draven?" Cohen is speechless for a moment, the voice is so innocent, the same voice that he has heard so many times, the same gentleness that came from the woman who nearly died due to the loss of her mate. Does she not know Draven is missing or is this all a game? He grits his teeth, this is such a flimsy lead, but he refuses to believe they don’t have anything to do with this. "It is Cohen" "My mistake, what is it that I can help you with Cohen?"

Only then he rejoined Cohen to patrol the hospital and tried to determine their enemy. There was something at the other end of the hallway. Something dangerous with glowing red eyes and smelled like a rotten corpse. Growls echoed through the hallway, earning Liam and Cohen's attention. "I think we found the culprits," Liam whispered. "Those are hellhounds," Cohen said. "So, Stefano wasn't joking when he saw the Knights of Death are trying to summon their Queen." "Defend the hospital at all cost!" Cohen shouted in the mind link before he shifted into his wolf form and charged towards the hellhounds.

She wanted him to experience all the horrors that she experienced. Everyone’s movement was halted when something exploded near their proximity. Cohen was thrown away like a feather and landed roughly on the ground. Someone had thrown a hand grenade close to their position. It wasn’t from Amanda’s mercenaries. It was from the vampires. Cohen saw Mira was kneeling not far from him with her hands covering her ears as she stood up. As he tried to recover his senses from the explosion, another one happened and it continued. His ears were buzzing crazily and soil was covering his body as he got up again. He shook his head, looking up just to watch something flying straight towards the bunker on th

Using a dropper, she began feeding the blood to him in controlled doses. Hearthcoil. The name sounded poetic—almost beautiful—but it was one of the most insidious toxins she’d ever encountered. A synthetic compound modeled after an ancient poison, it couldn’t be broken down by standard medication. It required a biological match—a donor with a compatible blood resonance—to neutralize the neurotoxin in the bloodstream. In other words: live, compatible human blood. Raina had tested her own against Gale’s weeks ago. She was the only match. Without this, his body would only continue to seize and spiral into total system failure. Hearthcoil couldn’t be flushed out—only neutralized through biochemi