Half-life: Blue Shift Chapters Novels & Stories

They turned a solid, dead Gray—the color of a terminal that had been disconnected from the network permanently. And from the darkness of the elevator shaft, the sound of forty-one empty clone tanks beginning to fill with real-world river water echoed through the concrete walls. The baby in my arms let out a low, mechanical laugh, her tiny fingers tightening around the silver fountain pen as the countdown for the next Chapter began in the dark.

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

The mark on my wrist went warm and the bond went taut and somewhere beneath my sternum Lyra stirred with the vast patience of something that had just heard the start of the ending it had been planning for five thousand years. END OF CHAPTER 24

As they walked into the room, I nodded and got up from my bed to meet them there. I grinned, but my uncle kept his smile on his face. "Foremost, I’m going to leave you. We’ll go as soon as you say something. We have the option of choosing between freedom and promise, as long as the way is clear. Is it possible to be ready in 30 minutes, hija?" I gave a tentative nod, and Tito turned and walked away from me. As we sat on the bed, he let out a sigh of relief. "What ever happened to Yhra? Why have you had to get to this stage in your life?" I was taken aback. Afterwards, he took my hand in his and looked at me as if he were sorry for what was happening in my life.

“I made sure Avery Peck would no longer be a problem for any shifter.” Blue’s expression turned to stone as he stared at me, mouth agape. He was clearly familiar with the name. “You’ve heard the name?” I asked. “Creepy looking guy. Scar running down his face,” Blue said as he traced his finger from the crown of his forehead down over his eye and followed the curve of his face until he hit the chin. I nodded. “The one and the same.” “Shit, this is crazy.” Blue leaned back on his elbows. The old railing creeped and groaned under his weight.

One carefully drawn boundary at a time. One hundred thirty-two chapters left. And I was finally starting to see the shape of the future. Not chaotic. Not collapsing. But shifting. Toward something better. Slowly. Deliberately. Inevitable. The Silverpaw way. Not fire. Not ash. Foundation. And foundations, once set properly, were very hard to break. Let them try.

I’m going to start with this. They ushered me into a large assembly room where a huge screen dominates the front. I sat at the head of the table, while the rest took the seat on my left and right. I watched as images and graphs flashes across it—reports of werewolves turning blue and even being decapitated. I immediately recognized the familiar blue sickness described in that ancient book. It’s the same thing. I can't be wrong. The book mentioned blue spots on their neck area, and they all have that. It’s an indication that their lifespans have been drained out of them, which caused their deaths.

The ground beneath their feet began to tremble. Not an aftershock from the explosions. A rift. The air in the center of the chamber tore open with a sound like ripping silk, a jagged vertical slash of swirling blue and violet light. Temporal energy crackled along its edges, spitting sparks that scorched the concrete floor. From within the rift came voices distorted, layered, calling from countless versions of their lives.

"I'm ready for the reality." I looked at the sky, where the "Splinter" was somewhere in the dark, hungry and hollow. I looked at the "Refugee of the Void," who had given her life to give us a choice. "Then let's build the shadow," I commanded, my amethyst eyes glowing one last time. The "Inheritance of Light" was about to become the "Armor of the Dark." We had ninety-six chapters of war, and now, we were going to use the very last of our divinity to buy the right to be forgotten.

I pressed my palm against the key. "Sing!" I screamed. The blue light exploded from my hand. It didn't just push back the bruised light; it ate it. The obsidian key let out a note so pure and so loud that the silver pillars in the room shattered into dust. The Council members screamed, their hands flying to their ears as their own broadcast was reflected back at them. Vivienne took a step back, her face turning ashen. "That's impossible. The bloodline was severed!" "The bloodline didn't sever, Mother," I said, standing up. The blue light was swirling around me like a storm. "It just waited for the right frequency."