Glados X Chell Novels & Stories

Sketching what he recalled of the gargoyle’s chapel, Zen pointed out several pieces of the puzzle. Firstly, the stained glass window provided hints for the gargoyle’s attack patterns. Nobody knew if the stained glass window was indestructible yet, but Zen wanted to test the theory. If the glass window could not be destroyed, it was a game feature to give players an advantage. “Having the stained glass behind a player’s back might mean the boss can only attack from the front if it is indestructible. Monsters should not glitch into objects. The gargoyle can only teleport using the pillars but not when the lamps are lit. I’m making a bold guess that the gargoyle does not have immunity when ther

"You weren't confused. You just never saw me as your own daughter." Then I hung up and blocked her number, too. On my fifth day in Kingsley City, Tyler finally returned from tutorials. He was tall and lean, wearing black-rimmed glasses with a slightly shy smile. "Are you Stella Morrow? I've heard so much about you." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "My mother insisted I study under your guidance." I asked him directly, "What was your score this year?" "1001." "And where are you aiming for?"

He neared Xyrelle, his eyes widened. That wasn’t a bracelet at all but a pattern inked into her skin, a matrics of swirling lines that was popular on the Luminaris. He froze when realization dawned on him. “You..you—“ He didn’t finish. Xyrelle moved with lightening swiftness, striking out at him with her open hand. Before he could comprehend what was going on, a blow landed on his chest. This would’ve sent him down gasping for air if he had been a human being.

The silt puffed up in white clouds, illuminated by the glowing vines that snaked toward the ship's interior. Inside the jagged hull, the air smelled of stale electricity and wet fur. Aradaa moved through a corridor where the walls were wet with a glowing green gel. He reached a chamber that looked like a temple of glass. Hundreds of stasis-bubbles lined the walls, each containing the flickering, digital ghosts of the Aethelgard elite. But in the center sat a massive silhouette. "Kaelor?"

Haleth intervened, saying, “You know what I’m here for, Xoel. What do you want in exchange? I’m willing to fork up whatever it is you need.” Xoel replied helplessly, “I already told you, Haleth. You need the Glacies’ Illus and Ice Curse to detoxify Flammae poison. The Illus is a precious treasure of the Glacies. Unfortunately, they’ve already been wiped out. Even the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion can’t provide you with it.” James was immediately attracted to their conversation. He said nonchalantly, “You need the Glacies’ Ice Curse? I have stumbled upon one of the Glacies’ ruins and learned their primitive inscriptions. I’ve mastered the Ice Curse and also happen to have the Illus.”

Alcides lay sprawled against the unforgiving stone wall of the arena, Helios, the seasoned gladiator, circling him like a predator. The heavy metal chain coiled around Helios's fist, a deadly extension of his power. Spectators, including senators and Rhesus, watched as the battle unfolded, Helios approaching with a calculated swagger. Despite being battered, Alcides wasn't ready to succumb. Summoning strength, he staggered to his feet, shield raised, a glint of determination in his eyes.

Like old blood and memory. Penelope whispered, “This isn’t Velvet. This is something beneath Velvet.” Isolde stepped forward. At the end of the hallway stood a red-lit glass panel. A scanner. Penelope approached first, tried her encrypted Velvet chip. Nothing. Isolde held up the chip from months ago, the one from the Host. A soft beep. The door slid open. And the world inside shifted. The corridor was bathed in crimson glow walls padded, floors silent beneath their boots. Screens blinked along the sides, flickering surveillance from every level of Velvet’s aboveground floors. None of them live.

“The Citadel’s AI, Chronos, was built to hunt me. If I touch that grid, it will shred our consciousness like paper.” “Then don’t touch it,” Elena thought, her jaw set. “I’ll do it the human way.” Elena stepped off the ledge. She didn't fall. She glided, using a magnetic grappling line to swing across the thousand-foot gap between the buildings. She hit the side of the Citadel with a muffled thud, her boots sticking to the glass via specialized suction pads. She began to climb.

Steam vented between each beat in sharp bursts—scalding, cutting through the air with a high-pitched shriek. They emerged into the twilight of the Palace District. Ten feet tall. Broad as a tank. Plated in dull Barzil-steel that sucked the light out of the air. They didn't have faces. They had sensory strips—flat, dead red light that cast a bloody shimmer over the marble. "Golems," Wolfy whispered over the comms. The sound was a dry rasp in my ear. I felt the sweat on my neck turn cold. "Automated heavy infantry. Pre-Fracture design. Upgraded with Citadel tech."

Halo taps Gael's left shoulder and the boy looks up at him. Halo Noel: Think they will take a picture of you looking up at the dome? Gael Slater: Awesome. They have a modern SX-70! The boy dashes off and Halo quickly follows behind. Using his hidden skills to keep track of the boy through the crowd. Gael reaches the fluffy dolphin, animatedly spewing out orders to them. Halo keeps his distance, but Gael turns and smiles. Waving him over with a big grin. Halo points at himself, and Gael nods vigorously. He chuckles nervously, then walks over only to be greeted by an exuberant wave from the mascot.