Novel & Cerita Expedition X Trapped In The Asylum

"We'll bring him back in one piece. Alive." I nodded, a slight smile on my face. Ransom and Asher bailed out of the truck at the next corner. They loped down the street and disappeared around the next corner. Taryk stepped on the gas to get us to Aeron before the idiot left the rest of his blood on the pavement. "General Probable hit the walls. He can't get out. What do you want me to do?" Xander asked over the implant network. I looked to Taryk.

Sterling would understand what that meant. The riders were left zip-tied, in the dark, in a forest that was warm enough to be uncomfortable but not cold enough to be dangerous, with a clear path back to the tree line visible from where they sat. They would get free. They would walk out. They would report back. That was the point. Xander was back at the pack house in twenty-two minutes. Silas was sitting on the edge of the medical wing bed when Maya started describing frequencies.

Did he not realize the vast extent of the Heavenly Medical Pavilion's reach? "Get out of here to inform the head of the Heavenly Medical Pavilion at once!" Francis staggered in panic, retreating as fast as he could. Connor panicked as he felt Ashton's killing intent slamming into them like a gale. He yelled, "You have to split up—Ashton's trying to kill us as well!" Connor and Francis soon realized with terror that they were already trapped inside Ashton's barrier. Their fate had been sealed the moment they chose to remain—hoping to witness Ashton's agonizing demise rather than fleeing.

Xavier promptly ignored Jimin’s words and smiled at Rhea, who sweetly smiled back, with a rosy color creeping into her cheeks. The moment was broken by Jimin’s monotonous announcement. “Ghost spies escaped while we were away yesterday. They somehow managed to break through the jail bars and slip past the security, without alerting anyone.” “It does not matter.” Xavier said, walking forward. “We never had any use for them, anyway. We have to focus on our trip to the north, and to double check if the army ranks are ready to move.” The three of them followed him, and Jimin answered. “Everything is ready, Alpha. All we need now, is the girl.”

a groan escape from Xavier mouth as he fall directly on the truck which was open from the upper and filled with the cottons as they fall on it only. The truck was standing their only ready for the export loaded with the cottons and fortunately the engine got failed at the right time and they both fall on it. Even good didn't want them to get seperate this early. Although Xavier didn't get unconscious but the impact was huge and it cause a lot of pain to him while let him to the half unconscious state but Alisia, she got unconscious as soon as they fall on it. Although she was on Xavier as his back face the cotton surface.

"Fine, I'll go. I want to see what tricks she's up to!" Yoel stormed off, heading back to the basement. My soul floated behind him, following his steps. Back in that dark, damp room, I shivered. Even as a soul, the fear of being imprisoned was still deeply ingrained in my mind.

Tristan opened the car door for me. Xander stood nearby, watching everything with sharp eyes. I slid into the back seat slowly. Tristan followed a second later. Xander entered from the other side. The door shut. For the first time since this entire nightmare began, the three of us were trapped in the same small space. No tower walls. No pack warriors. Just silence. And the growing tension of a journey none of us could escape. The cars began to move. Behind us, the Blood Moon Pack territory slowly disappeared through the rear window.

The first explosion shook the mountain. Snow and rock rained down the eastern slope as a fireball erupted along the access road. Inside the Genesis Vault, the lights flickered violently. Dust drifted from the ceiling. Dr. Isabella Voss steadied herself against the central console. “The eastern route is gone.” Another blast followed. Then another. Marco looked at the security monitors. “They’re collapsing every escape route.” Grace’s jaw tightened. “They’re trapping us.” Adrian Wolfe nodded grimly.

"We were entrusted with the task of escorting the dark witch, Lizzie, Emma, and the other death row inmates to the remote prison in the mountains. It was meant to be a journey into isolation, a journey from which there should have been no return." My heart clenched as he continued, his words heavy with a dark reality. "However, on the way, our convoy was ambushed. There were no survivors among the guards. Lizzie, Emma, and the other inmates, they're all...they're all missing." Shockwaves rippled through everyone present. The words hung in the air like a chilling mist, their implications sinking in with an unsettling weight. Xander's grip on my hand tightened, and the elders exchanged grave l

“No survivors. No witnesses.” Arthur moved fast, peeling off from the group with his sniper gear slung over his shoulder. High ground was his. Inside the asylum, it was hell. Bodies littered the floor—doctors, patients, guards. Blood soaked the tiles. Scorch marks clawed up the walls. It smelled of copper, gunpowder, and ash. Iden led the charge. He moved like a storm—two bullets dropped the first guards in his path. One in the head. One in the throat.