Glados X Wheatley Novels & Stories

The young man's sudden appearance sent a shockwave through the ruins, his silver-glowing eyes mirroring Autumn's as he grappled with the cloaked woman atop the altar. The dagger clattered to the stone floor, its crescent-etched blade humming with residual dark energy. Autumn stared, her heart seizing in her chest—the face before her was older, scarred, but unmistakable. Her brother, Elias Callisto, lost in the chaos of the war that had claimed their parents, presumed dead for years. Yet here he was, alive, his body lean and battle-hardened, his clothes torn and stained with the same ash scent that clung to the Crescent Order's minions.

The silver threads were retreating, disappearing back into my marrow, leaving behind the raw, unpolished skin of the woman who had been a weaver in the desert. I looked down at the salt flats. Ethan was no longer walking. He was running, his limp gone, his body glowing with the same mahogany light as the loom. But he wasn't coming to save me. He was carrying a second scepter—one made of the same blackened tungsten as the ring on my finger. "The second Weaver," Eleanor breathed, her eyes wide with a terrifying realization. "Arthur didn't build a shield, Grace. He built a Counter-Pattern."

"You're the one they call Fitz, correct? Where's Renny, and why aren't you with her?" The gnome scooped his hat off his head and made a dramatic bow, flourishing his arm in front of him and flipping his hat a little, before standing back up and dunking it back on his head. "Fitz Sidlewick, Warrior, and the Warrior's Blade demanded I remain behind and keep an eye out for you. The dark elf has invited the Warrior's Blade back to his hovel to discuss a friend of yours, a Mr. Trace Wheeler. Seems the man is in a right pickle with the aswang, who intends to kill him."

However, after a while, nothing had happened to him. He cautiously raised his head but realized James had already vanished without a trace, leaving behind no evidence of his presence. Gladwin straightened up and said emotionally, “Forty-nine, Forty-nine…You’ve really become an unparalleled force. Fortunately, I didn’t have any conflict with you while in the Timaeus Sect.” After reflecting, Gladwin stood up his eyes lit up as he murmured, “The Xaeclon Rank, huh? I hope it’s true.” With newfound resolve, Gladwin transformed into a golden light and ascended into the sky, disappearing into the horizon.

The suffering of others brought him pleasure, and he commanded the strongest army within the largest pack. Standing tall at 6'2", his physique boasted an eight-pack, a sculpted form resembling that of a demigod with thick brown curls cascading. As Alpha, his wolf, Xerxes, was the mightiest among the mountain wolves. Wyatt's cyan blue eyes flashed, darkening as the man before him froze in response to the overwhelming aura he radiated. "The question is, Grayson, who the hell are you? A reporter or a hunter?" the question echoed, but Grayson remained silent. Wyatt's eyes darkened, a low growl escaping from his chest.

The power radiating from him surged like a storm barely contained. Nearby, Kaelen shifted into his own wolf form. He became a large white wolf whose fur was scattered with black markings resembling distant stars across a night sky. His eyes glowed an eerie shade of deep blue and black, swirling with chaotic lunar energy that shimmered faintly around his body. Beside him, Gluttony’s transformation unfolded. Massive bat-like wings spread across his back, stretching outward with intimidating breadth. The wings were deep purple, glowing faintly with a strange celestial light that illuminated the battlefield around him.

Yman chose the sword that about 2 feet in length. It was laying beside the silver shortsword. The name of the sword was Gladius. It has a double edge. It wasn't too short and wasn't long at the same time. It cost 350 GP only. Much cheaper than the silver shortsword. And had an additional attack of +15, much lower compared to the shortsword.

I was oblivious to what my father said, and gave the crowd a small toothy smile and slight wave. “May this year’s Gladiators be presented to the Alpha!” The announcer called out and I shifted my gaze to the approaching Gladiator slaves. I had only ever seen Teal, so I was curious as to what the rest looked like; if they would be as big and strong as him. Four Gladiators approached our tent, walking swiftly as they crossed the arena to us. My skin heated up as the Wolf Gladiator next to Teal walked forward, my heart was fluttering and my breath was caught in a stutter. The closer he got the more my body trembled.

please! Just as my vision began to dim from the pain and lack of oxygen, a thunderous, violent boom echoed through the suite. The heavy iron-reinforced doors were blasted off their hinges, splintering into lethal shards across the stone floor. Felix froze, his blood-stained teeth pulling away from my neck as he looked up in pure shock. Standing in the shattered doorway wasn't Caelan. It was Hadrian Wolfhart, a ruthless high-tier Enforcer from the Guardian Pack Command, surrounded by four heavily armed guards. Beside him stood an older, grey-furred elder wearing the rich robes of the Silvermoon Healing Council—Dorian Wolfhart.

Together with Colby and Hannah, they were at the top of the Golden Lotus Organization, the five strongest hidden masters in all of Glacia. "Reinforcements are coming!" Feeling the aura of his three companions approaching, Colby looked at Alexander viciously and laughed haughtily. "Alexander, even if you are as strong as you are, you will never be a match for the five of us. "Either you surrender, or you die right now. There is no other outcome!" Alexander's eyes narrowed. Without talking nonsense to them all, the flaming air sword in his hand moved quickly. He combined with all kinds of Wyverna Ancient Martial Arts to force Colby and Hannah back.