Expedition X Trapped In The Asylum Mga Nobela at Kwento

Xyla Quest laughed. “No, there were dangerous booby traps, but I was lucky enough to dodge all of them.” She sounded very calm, but the people who heard her weren’t calm at all. Everyone felt immensely terrified in retrospect. What? There was danger? And booby traps? How could she effortlessly evade all of them and resurface completely unharmed, despite knowing nothing about the situation down there? Frederick Shaw found Xyla even more baffling now. “What kind of traps were there, my young friend?”

The line rang three times before he answered. "Dr. Aris speaking," his professional voice sounded over the small speaker. "Doctor, this is Tracy Xander," I said, my voice trembling. "I need your help. I am trapped at the Gaunt Packhouse. I am having a severe flare-up of my Lunar Decay, and the pack doctors refuse to treat me. I am coughing up blood and my body is failing." A brief pause hung on the line. The doctor knew pack politics were incredibly dangerous for human outsiders to navigate.

But when she got out of the passenger side of the vehicle and started walking through the snow to join Jo and the rest of the team, Brandon and the others who had gone along with Cass to see Eliza also filing out of the SUV, Cassidy looked like she was ready to explode someone’s head. “Where the hell are we?” Cassidy asked, looking around. “I thought the X was in a mountain. We’re in the middle of a fucking forest.” “The X is that way,” Jo said, thumbing over her shoulder. “I didn’t think we should get together right in front of the place we’ll be raiding in a few hours.” Cassidy didn’t argue, as if that explanation was good enough for her. She was clearly upset at having failed in her missi

“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.

“Good. Trent, hack into the system and disable the sprinklers.The cameras as well. Parker, give me some matches and does anyone have any kinda alcohol?” “Oh!” Trent exclaims. “I’ve got something!” He takes out a bottle of pure Hexasol. “Perfect,” Nathan mutters. “Which floor is she on?” “Second.” “Let’s get going.” They change into the staff uniform while Trent changes into the garb of a patient. Once they’re done, Nathan and Parker put Trent on a wheelchair. Parker puts Trent’s laptop on the latter’s lap and covers it with a blanket. Nathan nods and they push the wheelchair towards the asylum.

However, there was simmering anxiety beneath the cabin's seeming safety. Isabella was watching outside one night when she saw Xander pacing in front of the cabin with a worried expression on his face. She walked warily towards him. "What are you thinking about?" After a brief pause, he gave her a look so intense it made her heart skip a beat. "I've been meaning to tell you something, Isabella. I'm not quite sure how to explain this, but— A sudden explosion shook the cabin, knocking everyone to the ground and sending shockwaves through the air. Isabella scurried to her feet, her head racing, her ears ringing. There was an attack on the safe house.

The facility's sirens came first—long, wailing shrieks that tore through the sterile white silence. Then came the tremors. The air itself shuddered. Lights flickered. And the scent of smoke began to creep through the metal vents. “Intruders!” someone shouted. “They’ve breached the east wing!” My eyes snapped open as chaos rippled through the ASA facility. Doctors scattered. Agents grabbed their weapons. Through the haze of pain and wolfsbane still burning through my veins, I smelled it—wolves. My wolves. Xander’s pack.

“Ashford’s last secret.” Grace stared at the dome. According to Malachai’s files, beneath this ice lay Facility X, Vincent Ashford’s most covert experiment, where children were genetically modified, trained, and programmed like machines. “No turning back now,” she murmured. From behind them, a second vehicle rolled to a stop. Malachai stepped out, wrapped in a thick black coat, his expression unreadable. Gone was the manic confidence he wore like armor. In its place was something colder. Quieter. Focused.

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.

With hundreds of expert martial artists dead, the entire Mount Evercloud felt ominous. The scene they had just witnessed was truly terrifying. No one dared to approach the tomb anymore. "Let's go, kiddo," Xandros said to Caspian in a lowered voice. "Wouldn't that be a suicide mission?" Caspian said, momentarily stunned by what Xandros had just suggested. The corpses had piled up like mountains and yet Xandros was planning to go ahead. "Are you serious? The first trap has already been triggered. There's absolutely no danger …" Xandros said irritably.