Gehenna Blue Archive Novels & Stories

“Of course it’s a literal cut-the-wire situation.” Her eyes scanned the panel for clues. Nothing labeled. Dorian’s voice again. “One minute. She’s losing sync.” Isolde’s voice broke through the comms layered, distorted. “This isn’t… my… final…” Then the Archivist’s version surged over her like a flood. “You belong to the Archive now.” Penelope’s hands hovered. Then stilled. She remembered something from the Ghostlight logs a hint embedded in one of Vivienne’s file headers: “The Archive doesn’t hide in black. It hides in white.”

Beta Geneva poked my shoulder and I blurted out in laughter too. “Is Kallias—“ “Has a big dick?” “No!” I blushed but leaned into Geneva’s ear. “Is he a virgin too?” “No.” A cold voice not belonging from either of us made us halt. I straightened and looked behind us. She couldn’t be older than twenty-five, maybe twenty-six. She has pale blue eyes and silver hair, her skin is the color of the snow beneath our feet.

However, in the fifth decade following the plague, a prophecy came to light in every supernatural race at the same time, that in every century a blue-blooded female will be reincarnated, and her blood can cure the plague of the supernatural race if the ruler was lucky enough to mate with her and drink from her blood daily. But it can only be done if she willingly accepts to go through the whole process and is not forced to do so. According to Amanda, she happened to be the 'blue-blooded' female and this was her sixth reincarnation and Amanda's fifth reincarnation. They both had a chance meeting when she was fleeing from those that captured her after being tortured for several days to concede

The girl’s skin was no longer translucent, it was a solid, polished obsidian that reflected the flickering emergency lights of Fifth Avenue, and the violet blood on her dress was pulsing with a rhythmic, radiant white light that signaled the Archive’s total stabilization. "The library is a temple of dead data, Verina, a collection of paper and ink that the new board has already archived into a single, efficient line of code," the girl spoke, her voice a synchronized chorus of a thousand stolen memories that made the very air in the portico vibrate, she held up the mechanical key, the cold steel glinting with a lethal, silver light that matched the coldness in her eyes. "The 1911 blueprints a

I recalled Gracie being in this prom picture and now she wasn't. Blue looked at me guiltily. "I...I hope you wouldn't mind. I was just having fun with the scissors that I found in Hannah's room and I happened to see this picture. I just thought I wanted to try cutting it." I looked at her for a whole minute and then burst out laughing. Of course. Blue wasn't jealous or anything. This was Blue. She saw a picture, wanted to see how to work a pair of scissors and tried cutting it like kids who keep cutting papers if you handed them scissors. How stupid of me to try and find a different meaning to it.

Anthonia said all up for the action and thrills. “At dawn, we make sure to get them out before the ceremony bell rings” she stated the when. “How do we get them out?” Anthonia asked. Blue whispered into her ears and she smiled hearing the whole plan. “I’m in” she stated before retreating to her room. Blue stared outside her window but her gaze was more on the west coast towards the dungeon, she wondered how Cane was doing, if his wounds were completely healed. She had given the healer a water bottle she got from Ada, the goddess of water.

"Hello? Any good news for me?" "We got a trace of the Alpha!" "What? Who is she?" "She was scented in Blue pack school on the day of the the Wolves Day" "Blue pack? Is her identity known now?" "Not yet, I think she is trying to hide herself but the elders are taking actions soon" "Okay, just keep me updated" She said and hung up. Helen barged into the room, making Jenna startled and quickly hid her phone. "Is there something I should know about?" Helen asked as she dragged out a stool and sat down

The woman looked horrified. “Absolutely not.” Lucas grinned. “So you do care.” She stared at him. Then almost smiled. “Child.” “That's not my name.” “Exactly.” Elena laughed. The tension broke. Briefly. Then Jonathan cleared his throat. “I have something.” Subject One immediately stopped laughing. “Please don't.” Jonathan ignored him. “The cost archive idea…” Elena looked at him. “Yes?” “We can start.” “How?” “The Genesis network retained logs from every major reality event.”

We were two predators who had finally found their match in each other. He pulled back just an inch, his breath warm against my skin. "The Archive is located beneath the old city library, in a section that was sealed off during the Great Depression. It's not on any modern map but I know the way. My father forced me to memorise the blueprints when I was ten years old as a form of punishment."

hoping to see my mother for some last-minute counsel. Rather, my childhood friend Clara crept in. Her face was pallid, and something that made my stomach turn had taken the place of her normally happy look. "Ivy," she wrung her hands and whispered. "There are rumors... whispers among the pack..." "What rumors?" My voice was sharper than I meant when I asked. Unease pricked at the back of my neck. Clara refused to look at me. "They claim that there is another person. Another blue-haired girl who says—"