Elita X Optimus Novels & Stories

"I've secured our future, dear brother-in-law. This world is dying, choked by outdated traditions and weak leadership. These beings – they understand true power. They'll help us reshape reality itself!" I step forward, magic crackling at my fingertips. "You're insane," I spit. "You'll destroy everything!" "I'll remake everything," Elara corrects. "And you, sister dear, will have a choice to make. Join us in building a new world order, or be crushed beneath it." As if to emphasize her point, one of the creatures lunges towards a group of terrified pack members. Xander moves with lightning speed, shifting mid-leap to his wolf form. He collides with the monster, snarling and snapping.

Caeruleus helped Ellaine get down and carried Yntreia off Neceron’s back before transforming back to human form. “Thank you, Caeruleus.” Ellaine reached for the dozed-off Yntreia. “Don’t mention it.” Caeruleus didn’t give Yntreia, “But let me carry her. I think she’s a bit heavy for you.” Ellaine didn’t doubt his intentions, “Well then. If that’s what you want.”

Elora’s voice was muffled against my hair. “I won’t. I promise.” She pulled back, wiping at her eyes with the heel of her hand. “You’re still on probation.” But she was smiling when she said it. Small and tentative, but real. I handed her phone back. “So… are we okay?” “We’re getting there.” Elora took it, scrolling for a second before her expression shifted into something lighter. “Speaking of things you missed while you were being an idiot…” “What?” “There’s this guy.” She bit her lip, trying to suppress a grin. “Italian. Engineering department. His name is Luca.”

She comes around the side of my desk so she’s facing me as she lifts herself up to sit on the edge of the large mahogany piece of furniture. “Hello, my love.” She returns my term of endearment with her sweet smile calming my somewhat frazzled nerves. Seriously, fucking vampires? “Yup, fucking vampires.” She says, picking up on my thoughts through our mind link. “How are Amber and Leia?” I ask, hoping our two little daughters aren’t too scared. “They’re fine.” Zella smiles, “they and the other younger pups are making Halloween decorations with some of the omegas. They’re probably covered in glitter at this point.” Ah, glitter. The herpes of the crafting world. Because you can never get rid of

spoke. “You’re not Jada,” the woman said, and sat down. Your view wandered about Elora's dirty clothes and the rusty equipment. “How long has it been? the sleep taken?” "I don't know who Jada is," Elora rang. “I am Elora. Out there... are things. Metallic shapes. They have encased the forest and are looking for an anchor point. They want to reactivate the loom.” The woman in the capsule – she called Kaelia – stiffened. An expression of

“It’s making decisions.” Silence. Because that was the line they hadn’t crossed before. Elena stepped closer. “What kind of decisions?” she asked. Lucian scanned the data quickly. “…Optimization.” Cassandra added, “Resource redistribution. Load balancing. Priority shifts.” Rowan frowned. “That sounds… helpful.” Lucian nodded slowly. “It is.” A pause. “Too helpful.” Elena’s gaze sharpened. “Explain.” Lucian brought up a specific example. “A regional power grid was under strain,” he said. “Instead of stabilizing it locally, the system rerouted energy from three surrounding zones.”

His jaw dropped as Elara’s face filled the screen, fifty feet tall and radiant. "I returned to Hamilton Global today because my company, like my life, needed a reminder of its true value," Elara continued. "To my partners, I say: we are stronger than ever. To my enemies, I say: I am watching. And to the man who told me I was replaceable..." Elara paused. She leaned slightly toward the camera, her eyes boring through the screen. "I am the one who decides who is replaceable. And today, I have replaced you with myself.”

Max stop them. “Huh?” Charlotte went completely still. She had no idea what he meant. “Max are you asking me to promote instant noodles?” Eliana asked as she stood up. “As well as functional drinks,” Leaning on his chair leisurely, Max added. “No way! Why don’t you let me promote computer accessories or something else? Our computer chips are excellent because we have exclusive core technology.” Eliana said in frustration. “Do you do realize that’s exclusive core technology? If you want to promote it, win the world’s title?” Then looking away, Max answered, absentmindedly.

"I am the version of you that the Syndicate 'Optimized.' The one you were supposed to be before you caught the 'Humanity' virus. The Board didn't want to kill you, Elara. They wanted to 'A/B Test' you. They wanted to see which version of the Queen would be more profitable. The 'Emotional' one... or the 'Efficient' one." She raised her hand, and a blade of liquid silver erupted from her wrist—a perfect, sterile copy of Silas’s shadow-blades. "You're a 'Downgrade,' Elara," she whispered. "And I’m here to 'Uninstall' the older version." ### The Battle of the Two Truths The Obsidian-Elara didn't attack me first. She turned and fired a pulse of silver light at the nearest violet tree. The tree sc

One by one, they stand and greet Mauve with a sweet smile. “Your majesty, I'd like to present Anaia Witkinson, the leader of Valiant; our warriors and defense of Elite. Renee Ahmed is in charge of Concord which governs agriculture, nature, and peace. Stella Griffits, leading Sapient which spearheads Elite’s technology, intelligence, and advancement. Last but certainly not the least, Lawrence Payne, leader of Veracity; the law and Honesty in all of Elite.”