Figment Novels & Stories

She was the Beta's mate, who had been injured in the battle and lay unconscious in the pack's hospital. Beside the dead warrior, a small 6-year-old puppy cried compulsively while grabbing his mother's face, begging her to open her eyes. The Alpha let the tears fall for his dead warriors, but the little pup was breaking his heart. That little one was like a son to him and his children's best friend.

(Trigger Warning: Abuse) I gasped as I woke up, I shot up from the bed in shock. I started coughing furiously before looking around the unfamiliar room until my eyes landed on a blurry figure in the room on a chair. I looked around me in search of my glasses, I picked them up from the nightstand beside me, put them on quickly and looked at the figure. It was a guy. He had tattoos and he just looked really serious and mean but he watched me with concern and calmness in his eyes.

"Yeah, so... Write this down in your head, I won't say it out loud again: I can't use every branch type as my avatar, but together we can." Midgard's irises shrank. "There are several versions of myself in this body. Dora is our name, but we use different nicknames between us. I am Sigma, the specialist in abnormal skills, the brain. I am the best character to deal with society. The one who does the daily quests is Gamma, the specialist in general skills and combat genius. He is the one with the greatest offensive power, the one who masters normal magic, but is too dangerous because he could seriously hurt someone. The one you saw today was the worst of us, Beta, the one who had no powers an

I was somehow captured by her beauty. I sighed and walked towards her. I lifted her fragile body and started walking. I felt better and my wounds started to heal. Her power helped me heal faster, but why can't she heal on her own? I called Filimon, my familiar, that is what guardian animals are called. He's a 10-feet-long dragon that came out from my power when I became the king. I walked towards Filimon with this woman. I lifted her up and sat her in front of me. I don't know how I should put her down without causing a fuss so she won't drop from Filimon. I had no choice but to tie her body on Filimon's neck.

, Ian said, less grumpily. "Just like I said earlier, the time machine is in this giant building called the Fortress. It is protected by magic but don't worry about that, I know how to get us in. The Fortress is an institution that trains extraordinaries so be sure to combat a lot of extraordinaries there and that's the reason for all of this training. The red dots on the map signifies everyone of us while the two red circles are the places the time machine is supposed to be. One is the laboratory, the other is Lily's liar. Lily is the owner of the institution and my mother who I assisted in murdering my father". Everyone gasped as they heard that except for Ian. His eyes widened with surpri

I should've gone back then and there, but I had time on my side and nothing else better to do. I walked through the curtain as If I were a ghost. The bluish white walls were gone, still bright, but washed out. I could've walked through every wall here, but it felt wrong, so I walked the hall like I would have if I'd been there in person. Hazed holograms of living people dotted the place, hovering on the spot or moving along, going about their morning errands. Some of them I recognised. Sean and Kyle, two of Burney's friends, even Big Jim walked past.

WARNING PURGE WILL ERASE ALL GENESIS DATA Scarlett exhaled sharply. Good. That was exactly the point. She reached for the confirmation button. Then the room froze. A holographic figure materialized in front of her. The same woman from the Genesis core, elegant, cold, beautiful in a way that chilled the blood. The founder. Her silver eyes locked onto Scarlett with unnerving intensity. “Are you certain?” Scarlett’s jaw tightened. “Yes.” The hologram tilted her head slightly. “You destroy more than code.” A pause. “You destroy the answers to who you are.”

It was a glowing, silver orb of pure data. "You never had a childhood, Maya," the Mother hissed, stepping over Kael’s flickering body. "Julian couldn't accept that his daughter died in the real cinder. So he built a daughter out of the planet's collective sorrow. You aren't the hero of this story. You're the firmware update." The realization was a cold blade in my gut. I wasn't a person. I was a ghost designed to believe I was a girl, so the planet could learn how to mimic human emotion.

“Fear. Aggression. Anything that confirms it exists in your mind the way it wants to exist.” Kael swallowed. “And what does it want?” Rowan didn’t answer immediately. Because the answer wasn’t simple. The thing at the end of the hall stood motionless. Not human. Not fully. Its shape looked like a memory of a person someone had tried to reconstruct without ever seeing the original. Long limbs that bent in the wrong places. Joints that shifted like broken hinges. Its torso was too thin, almost stretched, as if reality had not fully committed to forming it. And its face—

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,