Glados X Wheatley Novels & Stories

"I know you're still in there. Whatever he's done, whatever words he's buried in you, I am not going to fight you like you're already gone." He gave no answer, no flicker of recognition, only advanced one slow, deliberate step closer, the pendant at his own wrist beginning to glow in eerie answer to the one clenched in Hale's fist, and around them, the first clash of steel and snarling wolves rang out as Hale's riders finally reached the outer edge of Thessaly's desperate, waiting line.

Or what he’s become. The side of his face looks like it had healed badly from a major burn, leaving behind a thick, red scar. ‘Hello Ronn’, he says dryly, ‘Good to see you still remember me’. ‘What happened?’ Gylen asks. ‘That, my friend, is a tale that requires a lot of ale’, Pedran says, throwing glances around, ‘Where are the drinks?’ ‘They attacked the Glade’, Edril says, punching Pedran’s arm. ‘What?’ ‘They did, those beasts’, Quain hisses. ‘And all these while I thought they were in league with the patrol’, Allos quips. ‘It seems they were’, Quain says, dropping to the ground, ‘Can I get some water, please?’

It was because I was a hybrid: a mix of both them which was frowned upon. The figure finally decided to come out of its shell by stepping where the light was. It was a boy or a man: I don't know since his face was still not clear. He was tall; around six feet and five inches. He had a silver hair that was slicked back on the front and undercut on its sides. His ripped arms were surrounded by tattoos of animals and some scripting. He had the same blades that I had in his hands with a belt that contained steel that had claws at the end. We called it Gluon fragmentor drill: in short GFD. It was used to clutch on an object such as trees or walls when you are flying.

“Tully insists on going with Willow into that…death trap.” “Ah.” “And will she listen to me? No, of course not. Your mate is a terrible influence on mine.” I raise my eyebrows at him. “You wanted a witch mate. They’re all like that.” Glenn sighs and plops down on the bed next to me. “Oh Goddess, I’m…so fed up with it all.” “I know, but I do think this will be the turning point of the war. Hastings wants to release those monstrosities on the world, which must mean he’s desperate.”

What do the guys look like? She’d wondered since the moment they told her what Glamor was, mentioning pointed ears and wings or ugly naked faces? Once the thought had popped into her mind, she couldn’t remove it. Now she was focused on it, she knew she’d been seeing glimpses all along. Joseph’s eyes turning more golden than amber, Rhye’s flashing an inhuman blue with that shock of orange. When she first met them, she’d thought those were tricks of the light but now she knew them to be little peeks of their true appearances.

“I am Glenn. This is Elias, Daniel, Darius and Donald.” During the chaos and fear of the night before, they had all seemed as one to me, brother beasts, with glowing amber eyes. Now, in the morning light, I could see the subtle differences. Glenn was the oldest and the clear leader of the pack. He was tall with ink-black hair tinged with silver and had a forthright manner. Elias was the brawniest of the five and by far the angriest. His massive chest was covered in thick swirls of chestnut hair. He seemed the most beast-like. Donald had yet to speak. He was tall and sinewy. His hair was a light brown which only emphasized the amber of his eyes.

“I understand. So, your night is ruined then?” Dillon could feel the urge to tease his best friend. But he still tried to stop himself. “Yes.” Dillon let out a soft chuckle, and if someone might see him, they couldn’t believe that he could laugh and smile. “Her fear is visible in her eyes.” “I see,” Dillon said faintly. Drake pinched the bridge of his nose and massaged his temple. “I see her strong aura on the outside, but she’s weak on the inside. I wonder what her wolf looks like.”

"Glenn! You’re acting like a common assassin for the very men who would see our lineage burned to cinders! Drop the blade!" Glenn doesn't even flicker. He doesn't look at me like the boy I grew up with, the boy who stood by my side during the harsh winters, the one who shared rations when the storehouses were empty. His face is a mask of granite, carved from the same cold, uncompromising stone as the Grand Wolf Assembly he now serves. He charges, his sword hissing as it slices through the stagnant air. It is a blur of lethal, practiced speed, a testament to the brutal training the Assembly forces upon its elite guards.

Glow initiates a handshake with Lexi. "Lexi Marron, alpha leader of 'Blue Moon Pack'. And Ros's fated mate, but we haven't really mated yet. we are just friends, casual friends you know," Glow seems to be impressed while my heart thundered inside my ribcage, Lexi just introduced herself as my mate. " Glow, an Omega rogue werewolf. Ros's only true friend. It is really honorable to meet a female alpha like Lexi," Glow says giving me a sour expression and returning a much radiant smile to Lexi. Dramatic people, I whisper and fold my arms against my chest.

"Taewi, get in position. We'll take Harlow out together!" "He's coming to you, Jax!" Taewi replied. "That Goliath of his is powerful-I had to retreat before he could finish my Veles off!" "How close is he?" I asked. A shadow fell over me, blotting out the railroad tracks below my Crusader's metal feet. "Ah, blast it. I shouldn't have asked." The Goliath hit like a dropped anchor, coming down out of its jump atop my Crusader's flat shoulders. My mech groaned under the crushing weight and the wail of an alarm filled my capsule.