Eleanor Lamb Bioshock Novels & Stories

I murmured to myself and went closer to the corpse, the corpse had the same body shape as Eleanor except I couldn’t see her face and she was a mess. “Get snow immediately!” I roared, and the guards walked away. A while later, snow joined us and now her head “I can’t believe this is Eleanor, help me confirm” I said, and she took some pieces of the flesh and went back to her lab. I was busy feeling agitated when she came back a while later. “What’s the result?” I asked immediately. “I’m sorry alpha, the DNA matches with her own, she is the one” Snow said, and it felt like the world was finally crashing around me.

She looked ageless, her skin smooth as porcelain, her eyes cold as a lunar crater. "Eleanor," Julian said, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. "I see you’ve spent the last decade playing goddess in the dark." "And I see you’ve spent yours playing peasant in the mud," Eleanor countered, her gaze shifting to Clara with a look of clinical curiosity. "The 'Wild Variable.' Tell me, dear, was it worth it? Trading a galactic empire for a vegetable patch?" The Heart of the Summit

The door creaked open, and in walked the last person I wanted to see. Eleanor Sinclair. Her heels clicked sharply against the tiled floor, echoing louder than the steady beeps of the monitors keeping Liam alive. Even in the chaos of the hospital, she looked like she was walking into a boardroom — poised, controlled, terrifying. I straightened in my bed, my voice rasping. “What are you doing here?” She walked closer and without a second thought, her palms hit my face, harsh and hard, the sting added to the pain that was already coursing through my body.

she continued. They see only an insult to their beloved luna. I’d have rolled my eyes at her vanity except that while the pack members scowled at me, they smiled at Lyra, touching her as she went and offered her praise for her strength. “Andronika !” A familiar voice reached me, and I turned my head to see Eleanor standing between two buildings, a blade clasped in her hands. Her brown hair was sodden, and her freckled cheeks flushed from the cold as she stepped toward me. For a minute, I was certain that she’d come to tell me not to do it.

Eleanor stepped out, her dark wool coat lending her an air of mystery. She approached a shadowy corner where a woman waited, her face partially obscured by a hood. The woman stepped forward and lowered her hood. It was Lena. Alive and well. I wondered if you changed your mind, Lena said calmly, a small smile on her lips. Eleanor handed over a thick sealed file from her bag.

It was someone who should NOT have been able to reach them through the lockdown. Someone who shouldn’t even be standing. Someone who had been SHOT earlier. Eleanor Sterling. Jackson’s sister. Covered in gunpowder. Holding a stolen security rifle. Shaking violently. Her voice was hoarse broken. “He’s… coming.” She staggered forward. “He’s going to kill you all.”

DAMIEN'S POV Eleanor cooked again Thursday. I came home to a different smell this time. Something slower, something that had been on the stove for hours, the kind of food that required time as an ingredient. Elara was at the desk. Eleanor was reading in the living room with her shoes off and her legs tucked under her, exactly like her daughter. She looked up when I came in. "Lamb," she said. "Two more hours." "I wasn't going to ask."

Eleanor was the one who brought the girl to the hospital. “Stay away from that monster,” the girl told Eleanor. And she followed her advice. She told Hunter that she will be back to her hometown for business, and that’s how she ended up leaving the city. Then, other things happened that delayed her actual return to her hometown. Eleanor is getting flashbacks now. Because unfortunately, that wasn’t even the first time that she witnessed him laying a hand on a woman. Another time, when they tried to invite another woman to their bed and she refused to get her ass touched, Hunter flipped and kicked the woman in the stomach.

"Is she lethal?" "Depends," Eden said. "On which side of the line you're on." K2 aimed her gun. But not at me. At Eleanor. “You created monsters,” she said coldly. “And now they’ve come home.” “You’ll destabilize the whole chain,” Eleanor warned. “You don’t know what that trigger will do.” K2’s eyes flicked to me. “She does.” The barrel turned. Now at me. “I need your code, K1.”

Her voice was thin, but it carried the authority of a queen. I froze. "I... I don't know what you mean." "You smell of the Florida Everglades," she said, finally turning the chair. She looked at me, her gaze traveling from my designer boots to my eyes. "And you have the look of a woman who has spent the last forty-eight hours with my son. You have his scent on your skin. That mixture of bourbon and arrogance." She smiled, and it was the most chilling thing I had ever seen. "My name is Eleanor Hawke," she said. "And I imagine Ethan is currently in my basement, trying to hack a system I taught him how to build when he was six years old. Tell him to stop. It’s embarrassing."