Eleanor Lamb Bioshock Novels & Stories

I decamped from playing with Zach and let him amuse himself on the carpet for a while. "Good afternoon, sweet Luna." "You can just call me Eleanor, nice meeting you. Also, I am not really a Luna to you. Zayn mentioned you to me once I have in mind that you are the only individual in his team who knew about us." I continued introducing myself. “Acknowledged, Eleanor.” "Anyway, are you not accompanied by someone? Don't you have a third apprentice?" I queried, remembering Dylan having one, a gamma. "Actually, Eleanor, our recently deceased gamma has something to do with my news." Oh, he is dead now.

` He threw his head back as he cackled like a madman. `Finally, we’ll be done with this damned world.` The video glitched, and Eleanor was shown sitting on a couch and staring into the camera. `Hi,` she smiled, waving a bit. `I’m Eleanor, the sun child, or rather the Child of Day, as you’ve been told. That video was just one of the very many evils the parliamentarians have done. My friends, the rebels, and I have put together a lot of videos to show you the true twisted nature of the monsters you adore. I hope you’re comfortable because this is going to be a long ride.`

"Sit. Please." Zoe does not sit. She stands with her arms crossed over her chest, her jaw tight. "Twenty years ago," Eleanor begins, "I was David Cole's secretary. I was also his lover. When he was killed, I knew I was next. So I ran. I changed my name. I changed my face. I buried myself in a life that did not exist."And you had a child." Zoe's voice is ice. "You had me."

I leaned in “Where did you run with my money? My twenty million dollars. I thought we were family, Lamberto.” “I am so sorry, man… I… I…” he started babbling. Eleanor stepped forward swinging the butt of her pistol on his head. “We don't want to hear your bullshit, you asshole,” she spat her eyes burning with fury. I stepped close to him grabbing his hair with my left hand to force his head up, while my right hand clamped around his jaw, I squeezed till his teeth groaned. “I’ll ask you one more time,” I whispered. “Where is my money?”

Damien asked, directing his gaze back to me, clearly expecting me to speak up but before I could continue, Eleanor beat me to it one more time. "Oh, Damien, it was horrific!" Eleanor said as she suddenly burst into hysterical tears, her shoulders shaking with so much despair that made my blood run completely cold because I knew what was coming next. "I was merely trying to help her down the stairs, darling! I saw her coming out of her quarters looking so pale and unsteady, and I knew how fragile she was, so I came to guide her. But she... she suddenly got so incredibly violent! She looked at me with such hatred, Damien, and she pushed me down without a single word of warning! She tried to ki

I’ve been living a miserable life since childhood, but the dark danger lurking in her eyes right now makes me understand that the level of misery she intends to subject me to is nothing I have ever experienced before. She is the devil in the form of a woman. “I’m… I’m sorry.” I choke out. “That’s more like it.” She lets go of my hair and turns to the servant who just joined us. “The water is ready.” The servant announces and Eleanor dismisses her. Once she’s out of the bathroom, Eleanor turns to me again. “After you.” I quietly lead the way into the bathroom, trembling from not just the cold, but fear as well. Eleanor is terrifying. I wish I could disappear from here at this moment. Every se

I replied, approaching her again. Eleanor tried to argue, pointing to herself and turning so I could observe her better. "My body is small and frail, my mother was blind, and my wolf is asleep... I could give birth to disabled children. I'm not suitable for your harem. Those men, the Locks... They deceived you! I should kill them for selling defective merchandise!" she said, her voice laden with confidence, trying to convince me of her supposed weakness and malnutrition. I stared at her with a penetrating gaze, calculating every word and movement. Eleanor was cunning, trying to play with my instincts. But I wouldn't be easily fooled. She had potential, and I was determined to find out how fa

The sight in front of me didn't make me regret living for almost 300 years. Eleanor's eyes, which had turned black, slowly returned to their original amber color. A few drops of my blood moistened the corner of her mouth. Without averting her gaze from me, she slowly licked the remaining blood around her lips. The thought of restraining myself almost shattered right then and there. "Nicholas..." Her auburn, wavy hair slightly stuck to her cheek; Eleanor looked like an angel ready to take my life. And I knew, I wouldn't mind.

"Death is a remarkably effective reset button, Isabella. It allowed me to shed the pathetic weight of your father's failures and take my rightful seat at the head of the European board." "Do not move!" Nikolai roared. The massive Russian operative surged forward, his ruined combat boots leaving a trail of ash and blood on the pristine white tiles. He leveled his heavy pistol directly at Eleanor’s head, his finger tightening on the trigger. "Where is the trauma bay? Tell me, or I paint this wall with your brains!" Eleanor didn't even flinch. She tilted her head, a cold, mocking smile curving her lips. "If you pull that trigger, Nikolai, your brother dies," Eleanor stated, her voice radiating

This was my territory, the sanctuary where I found solace, yet here she was, intruding upon my domain with her beta, Ryker, and a handful of guards. I slowed my pace and found a concealed vantage point behind a thick stand of ferns. Hidden in the dappled shadows, I watched her intently. Eleanor moved with a quiet determination, her eyes scanning the forest floor as if deciphering some ancient, personal code. I couldn’t help but wonder: What was she searching for among these dense trees? Did it have something to do with our past—a past that was filled with both regret and unspoken longing? Or perhaps she sought to unravel secrets only she could comprehend?