Deleted Scenes Prometheus Novels & Stories

Soon, everyone knew that a woman named Esther Wilder was about to marry Leon. ... Tristan saw the video of Leon proposing to Esther. It was the middle of the night. The house without Esther seemed empty and lifeless. He couldn't fall asleep. The truth was, it had been a long time since he'd had a good night's rest. That night, as he scrolled through his phone, he saw the whole internet buzzing over a proposal video. The moment he clicked on it, his blood ran cold. The thumbnail was Esther's radiant smile. It had been so long since he last saw her smile like that.

"You are the most amazing woman I ever met, the most beautiful and sweet. Caring and full of love. And we all love you." A lone tear escape her eyes as she said. "Thank you so much, I love you all. I'll promise to protect you all, I will always be there for you." And her hands drop down to the floor as her eyes closed so very slow. I didn't hide it anymore as tears freely flowing down my eyes as I cried and so was Sam and Mike. I howled in agony and pain, followed by Sam and Mike. And all the wolves left alive. "Cailly!" Please open your eyes. I pleaded to the moon goddess as I continue crying, holding her to my heart as she stop breathing.

This guy! "What's funny?" "Sorry, your face was so straight, I thought you were Mr. Alvarez for a moment." Craig said making Pim scowl. Mr. Alvarez is there Ethics teacher who always keep a straight face. "Why are you like that today? Please bring back the silent Craig I know" Pim even shake his shoulder which only added to his cracked up self right now. Why is he being like this? That, he didn't know. Pim was still shaking his shoulder when he opened the door to the rooftop. It only stopped when they heard shouts and saw the girls to both sides of the place and five boys in the middle. There are cameras around- a set for filming. Of all place why here?

" In that instant, everyone in the hallway fell silent, turning their gazes toward Joseph and Ella. Joseph's knees buckled, causing him to slump directly onto the floor. Ella collapsed like a ragdoll, her strength completely gone. She then looked into the distance with a vacant gaze and muttered mindlessly, "It's over now… It's all over for us…" Victor swayed violently. He looked from Wanda to Joseph and Ella, who sat there deathly pale with their true, ugly natures completely exposed. He finally looked toward me, thinking to himself that he had nearly just crippled Wanda's savior with his own hands.

The next morning, Kai's excited call woke us at dawn. "I found something!" His voice practically vibrated through the phone. "You need to see this. Both of you." An hour later, we were in his lab, huddled around his main screen. The space was even more chaotic than usual—evidence of an all-nighter. Empty Red Bull cans formed a small mountain beside his keyboard. "Okay, so I've been going through Matteo's encrypted files," Kai explained, pulling up data. "And I found something weird. References to something called 'Project Prometheus.'"

burned away in the violet fire. He stood in the center of the collapsing theater, holding Lyra and Kaelen close. The First Alpha was there, his hand of "Remorse" anchoring their souls to the "Silence" between the words. "The 'Proscenium' is gone, children," the First Alpha said, his eyes bright with a soul-shattering peace. "The 'Reader' has disconnected. The 'Author' has been fired. You are officially 'Unindexed'." The "User Profile" eye in the ceiling blinked for the last time and shattered into a million "Grey Pixels." The black ink moon in the sky evaporated into a mist of "Pure Potential."

It was a sleek, black console separated from the rest of the network. "I’m at the terminal," I said, my hands hovering over the keyboard. "Okay," Maya said. "Do it fast. Initiate the transfer protocol." I woke the screen. The Vance Logistics logo appeared, spinning in silver. ENTER COMMAND. I typed in the code my father had taught me when I was eighteen. A code I hadn't used in years. PROMETHEUS. The screen flashed green. WELCOME. BIOMETRIC VERIFICATION REQUIRED. PLEASE SCAN RETINA.

It was a fragment of the Source-Core’s primary CPU, mindless and ravenous, driven by a singular, recursive command: Reintegrate the Seed. "The Veil isn't ready!" Vala shouted, her gills fluttering in a frantic blue rhythm as she struggled with the salvaged bio-reactors in the courtyard. "We need four more cycles to stabilize the Prometheus frequency! If we turn it on now, it will just act like a flare in the dark!" Nevan was already moving, his hands locking onto the handles of the heavy iron doors of the villa. "Get Leo inside! Vossen, get the refugee to the cellar! Gianna—"

inside my womb let out a massive, agonizing thrum that shatters the windshield of the Director's car into a cloud of white dust. The live countdown timer that was flashing on every phone and screen in Lagos didn't click down by minutes. It skipped three entire segments, the red numbers flashing with a manic, terrifying velocity: [BALANCE DUE DETECTED. SECTOR 1 TRANSITION CURRENT: 99.8%] [TARGET: FOUR CHAPTERS REMAINING UNTIL TOTAL REALITY DELETION.]

"Say it. Authorization code Prometheus-Omega-7-7-4." "Author... ization code... Prome..." Her voice faded. Her eyes closed. "No!" I shook her gently. "Stay awake! Say it!" "Luna," Theo said urgently. "Seven minutes." Vex's eyes fluttered open one last time. With her final breath, she whispered: "Prometheus... Omega... seven... seven... four." The computer beeped. Processing voice authorization. Please wait. Six minutes, thirty seconds. "Come on," Xavier growled. "Come on!"