Extraction Novels & Stories

“Their bodies just… aren’t using it.” She stared at the report until the ink blurred. Normal delivery. Catastrophic uptake. She flipped the page, read it again, then again, hunting for the flaw that had to be there. Faulty analyzer. Contaminated draw. Switched samples. Anything that would let her breathe. Nothing. The numbers refused to change. “Run it again,” she whispered.

"Evelyn used Alex. Alex used Harlan. Harlan used Alex. Chen used us. It’s just a circle of people eating each other." "Enough," Harlan commands. "Transport is waiting. We have a three-hour window before the sub-routine degrades." "What sub-routine?" I ask. Harlan looks at me. He looks at Alex. "The Extraction," he says. "You have the code in your heads," Harlan explains, his voice clinical now. "It’s not just data anymore. It’s woven into your neural pathways. To get it out... to get the weapon we need..." "You have to cut it out," Alex finishes.

"So I think that chemical depositions from the laboratory years back, could have provoked the strange occurrence of the two unrelatable elements." "I can not believe that all that chemistry in school is really coming in handy right now, I do not even remember which group of the periodic table Boron falls under." Linda complained. Brant chuckled, "do not beat yourself up about it, I am here to remember for you. All these details are just for us to get into uncle Melo's mind. I think he might have figured all this out too." "How was he planning to extract it?" Linda asked. "It can be mined using seismic charge launchers or mining lasers. I think he was going to use seismic charge because laser

"Increase the extraction velocity, Dr. Kaufmann," Vivienne said, her voice tight as she gripped the sides of the automated medical chair. "The cellular purification fluid is already running at maximum safe parameters, Madam Vivienne," Dr. Kaufmann replied, his eyes fixed on the digital vital monitors. "The synthetic hormone wash is actively drawing out the chemical suppressants your previous physicians introduced into your bone marrow. The physical sensation is going to feel like your very veins are on fire." "I do not care about the fire," Vivienne gasped, her jaw clenching so hard her teeth clicked together. "Keep the machines running. Purge every single mil

The "Physical Extraction" was a sensory unweaving that turned the North into a landscape of terminal gravity. As the "Moderator-Hand" descended, the "Unmapped" realm didn't just fade; it "Compressed." Silas, Lyra, and Kaelen felt the air being sucked out of their lungs as they were pulled through the "Genre-Glass" once again. But they weren't going to an alleyway this time. They were being moved to the "Auction Block" of the Gallery’s heart.

The world didn't end with a whimper; it began with a scream of tortured metal. The Titan-Class Extraction Drill was a monstrosity of Southern engineering—a towering, spiral-threaded spire of black iron and reinforced diamond-grit that stood over sixty feet tall. It didn't just crawl; it bored into the permafrost on massive hydraulic treads, leaving a wake of pulverized stone and shattered ice. As its tip made contact with the outer quartz shield of the First City, the sound was a high-frequency shriek that made the wolves in the trenches howl in agony.

the air was a stale cocktail of legacy poisons. Sarah Miller sat by the small, mechanical air-purifier they had installed in the corner of their shipping container. The machine, a relic of the late 2020s, wheezed as its HEPA filters struggled to capture particles they were never designed to handle. Sarah pulled the filter tray out; the once-white mesh was now coated in a thick, oily, charcoal-colored sludge. This was "Grey-Soot," the condensed residue of a century of unregulated extraction.

Eli held his hands up in the air and said, "Fine, fine, take away all the fun of letting your big brother have a peak of whatever delicious little creature you have down there." Eli sniffed the air. Whoever she was, she smelt fantastic. He had never smelt something so good before. The air smelled of sea salt and coconuts, like he just took a tropical trip to a far away island. His wolf stirred and didn't want to leave, but Eli needed to give his brother some space to finish up. He would get a chance to meet his little brother's new play thing eventually. Ethan never was serious with whoever he dated because he knew he would end up like Eli, having to choose a mate based on his parents' picki

I move my hand to the right and the ball speeds in that direction then i do the same left and again the ball goes where i want it so for the final test i zoom it over to Jerry and pops and splay my fingers outwards as if to release the ball, Jerry and pops splutter and wipe the water out of there eyes as they stand there soaking wet looking at me in amazement. I spend the rest of the afternoon practicing what i can do with water and have found that i can not only use water but theres other stuff i can do, for instance i wanted the chocolate bar Jerry was about to bite into, pops roared with laughter when he chomped into thin air whilst i tasted the chocolatey caramel, i can also sommon thing