Glados Novels & Stories

"Don't you mean, we have to leave from here? The sun is going to burn once its out of the battleglass." "Ah! I see. Old man Tim let's move." Raverale said and the three of them darted out of the scenery. ... Men of different calibres were seen potruding out of a taciturn cave and Neuman backing them as he scurried off into the woods. The battleglass was raised in no second and a feverent glow emanated but the halo was never exposed. The weight of the glass lifted itself off the ground and hovered some distance into the sky as the able bodied men pulled different ropes while glaring at the bright reflection preparing for the worst that was to come which was about them dying in the haloing rad

"Glaucus, please. We have bigger problems at hand now." Lars frowned upon the interaction. As he fought in the air, Lars kept his eyes on this Glaucus fellow who was truly the mightiest among other depthdwellers. Glaucus was wielding a polearm weapon, shaped like a cross made of jagged blades. Any Chimeras that fell from the midair attack was left at the mercy of Glaucus' imposing cross.

Aíma, Órasi, Fos, Fotiá" "The blood of your guardian, Eyes of deception, Light of the moon, Fire of the sun. Craft me a key to undo the shackles. Craft me a key to unlock your locks. Craft me a key to release your hold. Blood, Sight, Light, Fire"

Trigger Warning: Read at your own risk. {'The worst enemy is memories.'} Quinn The sound of the ticking clock softly caressed my ear—— never stopping. Timeless and eternally like my throbbing heart inside my chest. My eyes flickered open and I saw myself standing in the middle of a grandiose foyer. The surroundings felt neutral and miserable as the nightshade slipped outside through the glass window, overcasting my form tremendously. Tilting my head up, the light of the chandelier in the center of the ceiling was the only thing that breaks against the darkness.

With that statement, Aries hisses his agreement. Images begin to project on the wall behind her as she continues to speak. Which is weird considering she hasn't moved an inch. "Ironclad dragons. Phoenixes. Leviathans. Direwolves. Storm Gryphons. Moon Serpents. Flame Hounds. Cerberus'. Unicorns. Frost Lynxes. Kitsune. Ash Ravens. Nemean Lions." She says with confidence as the images change behind her head still without any movement. "And of course the many extinct or the now unwilling bonds that you will learn more about in your history classes." she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls.

Your Surfaces on the other hand were covered by dense, wild forests from the new, glass coral trees. ‘Jada. We're losing power," a deep voice swept behind me. Kael stepped out of the covered cabin. He didn't wear any worn work clothes anymore. Its new Montur was a mixture of the flexible polymers of the swarm and bright, light plates that we had borrowed from the highway of the star drivers. He looked like a king of lies, wide-school, unwavering, but the wild, chased green in his eyes was completely gone. It was a deep, quiet

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

The being did not fall; it merely recoiled, its shape distorting, and then struck back at him with unholy speed. "Dickson! Your flank!" Gloria bellowed, delivering a stupendous concussion blast to blast an attacker off his vulnerable side. "I see it!" he growled, a fresh gash ripping on his arm as he had to rotate about. "These are not shadows! There is a mind here! They are coordinated!" "Naturally they are!" Gloria fired another bolt, her magic running out. "It's the Architects, using Kael's banishment as a cosmic homing device! They're not trying to kill us; they're trying to inhabit us!"

"They’re coming for the cracks." From the shadows of the entrance, a Null-Drone emerged. It glided toward my bleeding arm, its single red lens fixed on the molten gold.

asked Iris showing Kiara a box with glitters . " Iris , aren't these the same ? " said Kiara trying to see the difference between the glitters . " No ! They are different . These are grey gliters , these are silver glitters , these are white gold glitters and these are shiny silver glitters . " said Iris . ' These look all the same . They are all grey . ' thought Kiara confused trying to differ the glitter as Iris explained it to her . " Kiara , do you like these crystals ? Dark starry night or dark blue night ? " said Emily showing her two dark blue crystals that looked the same .