Eraserheads Quirk Novels & Stories

But Derek quickly got a hold of him. “Hey, those plants... Wow! Not only is she larger, but she is also, you know, a fathead”. Derek said. "Did you just say that to me?" Derek put the last piece of his sandwich in his mouth and said, "Chill...haha. Simply do the fucking quads” “Fucking quads???.. I don't call them that fathead, I call them Troubling Quads and among the quadruplet, it's just Erica that got her eyes fixed on me and She is my sister's friend Derek!!”. Robert replied.

Silence. A null wave spreads outward. And wherever it passes, emotion vanishes. The grid goes flat in those regions. Blank. The barrier flickers violently. The predators begin rising again. “No,” I whisper. The null wave moves closer to the city. Closer to us. Dylan’s grip tightens. “What is that?” “An erasure field,” Grant says. “It doesn’t attack systems. It deletes variables.” My stomach drops. Variables. Emotion. The child. The null wave reaches the outer edge of the city.

And Noah’s words ‘Maverick’s taken a lot from me’ hinted at a family secret, a motive I couldn’t see. “I don't think it was intended to harm him” she shrugged. “Is that all she said?” I stuttered, but still curious. “The drugs found were used in knocking him out, something doesn’t add up, she replied. Aunt Natty leaned closer, her voice a whisper. “That’s not all. The second file mentions a witness, someone who saw the crash but disappeared from the record. And there’s a signature, of course Maverick Grey approving changes to the file. Elsie, someone wanted the truth hidden, and your name, Elise, was in the original report, listed as next of kin. They scrubbed you from it.”

she responded. “What about your Thymerase-1068… wouldn't that heal her?” I asked desperately. “I'm sorry, not even a drug made from your blood can undo the effect of the Neurophaga.” I turned to Earis, and she had the biggest smile on her face when our gaze met.

She walked up to and then into the car elegantly, in her usual manner, but not before she leaned into my window to give me a peck and said. "Happy birthday, Emerald" That's what she calls me, Emerald. Because of my eyes. "Thanks Jo." I returned with. She smiled and got into the backseat. When she was properly seated, she reached over and yanked on Dawn's hair, "Mother fucker!" "Piece of shit!" Yes, those are the names these two fools address each other by. Dawns the mother fucker and Jodie's the piece of shit. How did I end up in this friendship? I do not know. Do I like it? Very much so...

Eric asked. “Yeah! Let’s stick together and we might have a shot,” I said. “Look out,” Adrian shouted, pointing at a large piece of debri falling from the sky. It was directly over us. Adrian surrounded us with a force field created from ruby quartz, shattering the rubble. While her force field started to dematerialize, we examined the wreckage that almost took Eric and me out. “Is this a giant robot’s head?” Adrian asked. Her knees shook. “Yeah, it is,” I said. “But I bet that was the only one.”

He bent low, his voice a murmur brushing in my ear, “But for this？money won’t cut it. What I want is…” . What I want is…” I held his gaze, my mind racing through every possible angle—risks, rewards, the edge this could give me against Mike. For a long, charged moment, silence stretched between us. Then I nodded, “okay.” I placed Mike’s black credit card—the one linked to our shared account, the one he’d forgotten I had—and the flash drive on the table. Then, with a deliberate, steady hand, I tore open the collar of my shirt, baring the smooth skin of my neck and the faint, now-dull glow of the mate mark.

The pink rubber mass of the **Eraser** didn’t fall like a stone; it descended like a deadline. It was a slab of absolute negation, a silent, scouring force that turned the "Raw Source"—the white, unallocated space where we huddled—into a grainy, grey static. Where it touched the edge of the crowd, people didn't scream. They simply ceased to have ever been. I watched a man from the 1998 "Originals," a man who had just been weeping for his lost dog, vanish. His dog, his tears, the memory of his name—all of it was "Skritch-skritched" away in a microsecond.

I’m honestly taken aback. His face takes on a more human shape, with a defined jawline, high cheekbones, and a straight nose that adds an air of nobility to his already pretty features. His hair turns white as snow, straight and shiny. And finally, two bright yellow eyes emerge from beneath his eyelids, staring directly ahead with a hint of mischief in them. “Well, here I am,” Eris says, holding out his arms with his lips curving upwards. “Can I have a hug?”

I'd known since the clearing, since the elder had pressed those words into my ear and I'd understood, in the way you understand things that arrive all at once rather than building gradually, exactly what I'd been handed and why. "They're what the Erased left behind," I told the group, when I'd seen enough. "The graves that opened, the things that rose — they were people the Erased had used their magic on. Touched, claimed, incorporated into whatever the Erased were building over however many years they'd been building it. When the Erased started dying, these started going wrong. And now that the Erased are fully gone—" I looked at the nearest creature, which had stopped moving entirely and w