Cohen Bioshock Novels & Stories

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

More importantly, the person who provided the poison said that unless God came down to earth, there was no cure for this poison! What the hell was going on here? Was Alex Cohen a god?

"Oh?" "What 'oh' ?! How is he? When did that happen? Jesus, where are you now ?!" I swallowed and walked away slightly because even though my phone was not on loud speaker, I could feel that Dra could hear him. How noisy he really is. "At the hospital, just go back to sleep—" "What do you mean, sleep ?! Cohen was shot! I'm going there!" My eyes widened in shock. I heard the sound of the cabinet opening so I knew she was getting dressed now. I shut my eyes..

"After a long wait, we finally found that Cohen. His presence has eluded us for the past few months, but not this time." Six months ago, it was a normal and uneventful day for the entire pack of Darkwood who was recognized as the strongest and most feared under the leadership of Alpha Baristo. Everyone was busy practicing and trying to not make a mistake- for the equivalent of a single one is death- when their nose catches a very faint fragrance that no one else has been able to smell for decades. But for Baristo who that day stood at the balcony of his office, he knew and could never be mistaken that it was from the sacred blood of a blessed child of the Moon Goddess– from a Cohen.

Stunned by the venomous words that spilled from Christopher's lips, I couldn't help but draw a comparison between him and Stone-heart—a cold and heartless individual. But despite his unpleasant demeanor, I found Christopher strangely attractive, even more so than Stone-heart. Lost in my musings, my beloved white dog Coco interrupted my thoughts with a series of urgent barks.