Goetia Base Novels & Stories

Lord Erminius demanded. “A section of the calcified appendage of a Greater Beast we killed years ago,” Gildeon said. “Each commander keeps a piece. Gather them, put them together, and we can track Pyrehead.” The High Council exchanged glances. “How do you propose we proceed, Dragon?” one High Council member asked. Gildeon turned toward him, then let his gaze sweep across the rest of the chamber. “I’ve got a list of bases we need to strike. I suggest targeting Commander Haemos’s stronghold in the northwest first.”

Selwyn placed his hand on the man’s shoulder smiling and said,” Father C it’s good to see you again.” I smiled at Father C and for a moment wondered again what the C stood for. No one would ever tell me, not even my mate. I guess I would have to ask him one day. As the men began to talk about the situation I turned myself back to the fire and focused on the dark magic I had felt on the baby crib that Jeremy slept in. I studied the pattern of the dark magic in my mind and what I had felt earlier trying to memorize it completely so if I came across it again I would recognize it quickly. I stared blankly into the fire as the buzzing filled my head again and I knew the mother goddess was near.

"You’re saying someone else helped our son? Someone we didn't authorize?" "I'm saying someone guided him," I whispered. I tapped a key, and the Phoenix Node’s core logic expanded into a three-dimensional web of golden light. "Look at the sub-strata, Dante. Tucked behind the primary firewall, hidden in the 'Art of Falling' protocols, there’s a signature. It’s a series of non-repeating primes that only one person in our history ever used." Dante’s breath hitched. He knew that signature. He had seen it on the invoices for the original Sicilian shipments in the nineties the ones that had funded our first move to Geneva.

Fulfilled assignments for Floyd and his men. Regularly there were all kinds of strange men on the floor, who disappeared just as quickly as they appeared. The group they belonged to was called the Zaeafranen, which means crocus, just like the herb used in the anti-love elixir. And that was probably what Esmee had heard Omem say. It was an ancient group of dark magicians. When the gates to the pyramids of Gizeh and Stonehenge were opened through the Witte Wieven, black magic had been released, which they claimed and used.

It was a rigorous, multi-disciplinary approach that combined quantum physics with ancient Wyrd rites. Under Selene’s direction, the GMES began to roll out "Resonance-Primary" schools in every major city. These weren't just for the "Awakened." They were for every child. They taught Frequency Hygiene - how to identify a spectral bleed, how to ground oneself during an Aetheric storm, and how to communicate with non-human entities without triggering a territorial response.

"I need you to elaborate on that." "There's a chamber in the base," Mike murmurs when Type stays silent. "It's a containment room of sorts, the most powerful one in existence, actually. There's a seal etched onto the floor in this room, a simple Pentagram. It's drawn on top of the very first ley line nexus that came into life a few millennia ago when scent first graced the Earth..."

The Adlet Crisis made international news with the Scald Crow and it's the crew at the center of it all. Not that any of the crew noticed. They were too busy trying to find the last few curators of the Codex Gigas, a book that possessed spells and instructions to create enhanced golems. Theria requested information from the museums that housed the book and the companion stone for it. Theria was about to open the file when the computer flashed, “Incoming transmission, Queen Elphame, accept the call?”

"The Catacombs of the First-Born are three hundred floors below the archives. But they're sealed with a Bio-Kinetic Lock. It needs more than just a code; it requires someone born before the Great Reset-someone whose wolf-signature is still intact." "That's impossible," Roric whispered as they ducked into a service elevator. "Liora's Link wiped those signatures. Even Kael's wolf is... submerged." "Not all of them," Sarah replied. "There's a rumor about a 'Key-Shifter' in the Sub-Sub-Basement. A black market broker who deals in 'unfiltered' genetic material. They call him The Archivist." The Belly of the Beast

He smiles as he ended those thoughts of the past from the plan that he successfully executes and all until this time. “To be the holder everyone knew is my price, as it is my way to be close to the Maiden. Guard the sacrifice as her feelings towards me will be my key to pushing her to the abyss where she needed to be. Where this life of his by which I stole for the second time is the perfect façade for my ability and mana, as no one will ever suspect or ask a single thing. For the holder of the God Sagittarius is an alchemist in nature by which is my half core. Most especially, being the holder and this particular one will lead me to the seven keys.” Dropping the title and words once again.

Steadying her breath, Lyka poured down, her misery, her words, her anger, “But secretly, Théoden had swerved from the right-hand path. He deterred towards evil and sought after the darkness of the magick. We never knew, we never looked beyond his words. In the dark of night, between the shadows, he signed a pact with the devil, the destroyer of light. He used the goat of Mendes, Baphomet, to call on evil forces. Oh, the covetousness of humans, destroying the goodness within, the selfish need to find and feed the power, oh, what misery it always brings!” “He did it all when we slept, and the next day, he was the gold we know, the good, the friend.” Shalom said. “He practiced black Magick away