Hector Peabody Novels & Stories

His ears were still ringing because of that boom, and his sight was blurred, he realized, as he looked about for his friends. First, his sight returned and then his hearing. The monolith was no longer there. It had vanished. There were burns on his both arms. His charred flesh from all over his body dropped like molten tar and vanished before it hit the sand. His arms were completely healed. There was no sign of burns as if it never happened. It happened so fast that the pain vanished in a blink. Frantically, Heath searched for Zach. He found a charred body completely black. Somehow, he knew it was Zach. His beloved Zach was dead, how could …

I couldn’t believe the knowledge I had gained in just 4 months, the classes were so intensely focused and interactive which helped a lot. “Mr. Hamilton,” Peabody called out to me as I completed my last class for the day. “Can I speak to you for a moment?” “Of course.” My heart skipped a beat, I was intimidated and anxious thinking I had done something incorrect. “Is everything okay?” I approached him standing on the other side of the hallway. “Yes, everything is fine. Follow me to my office.” I nodded and Peabody led the way. I always admired Peabody, he ran this entire company. This was his dream and it worked well. Everyone respected him because even though he had a quiet demeanor, he w

"Why would he contact us now?" "Perhaps because the 'defect' has started leveling city blocks," Phuwin mused. "The transmission is opening. It’s audio-visual, but the signal is weak." The screen flickered, showing the panicked, sweat-streaked face of an elderly man. Dr. Hector Byrne looked nothing like the polished, clinical authority Sofia remembered from her childhood in the Abribi labs. His glasses were cracked, and his white lab coat was stained with something dark and viscous. He was huddled in a space that looked like a storage closet, the sound of distant sirens wailing in the background.

Hector felt something in his chest loosen. “There she is,” he said softly. Beatrice peeked up at him through her hair. She was still blushing. “Did... did he ever get over it?” she asked. Her voice was hoarse but there. “Nah,” Hector said. “He died scared of vacuums and proud of it. But he was a good dog.” She nodded. She pulled the towel tighter around herself. Simy came back from the kitchen and sat in the armchair. He didn’t say anything. He just looked at her. Still that same sad, helpless look, but softer now.

The look on his face was first in shock as if I released some secret of his to the world, then one of outrage. “I’m sure your elders would want everything in your power as Alpha Temporalis done to heal your nephew. After all, he is family, is he not? Your elder brother’s son? Rightful heir to the Hidden Valley Pack? It would be devastating to find from the investigation that it was intentional and the heir to the pack is the next target.” I heard Mystic snicker in my mind and had to bite my tongue to keep from letting one of my own be heard. Alpha Black was about to blow a gasket when Dr. MacDonald spoke up.

"He'll find another healer. What I am sure of is getting this girl off the board. She is an anomaly. I don't like playing with people who I don't know or understand. Just do the things I ask of you and you will continue to be by my side, Amity. The winning side." Amity nodded. "Of course." Now I thought about my plan. Dimitri had joyfully mentioned that Hector wasn't having an adverse reaction to the healing. I knew what he meant by that. Previous healers had to go through the same examination. It never worked out because Hector always got violent reactions to their gifts. If Hector were to suddenly gain another reaction then the new healer would be another failure. "Are there any other pris

"By any chance, have you heard of a certain Dr. Rigor Fuentebella? He was a philanthropist doctor together with her daughter" Abby paused and stared at him. For a moment she was speechless. While she was deeply contemplating, Hector anxiously waited for her response. "Rigor Fuentebella is my grandfather" she softly mumbled. The rough intake of Hector's breath broke the silence. His eyes grew wide in dread as his eyes turned bloodshot. Disbelief adorned his face.

Hector reminded him. Heather gave it a thought and remembered the man who ran into her once in the garden some time ago. There was surprise in her eyes. "It's you. How did you know my name?" "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Hector Robinson and I have something to ask of you. You look a lot like my aunt, so I'm wondering if we can run a relationship DNA test?" Hector smiled in a friendly manner as he gave Heather's face a careful look. In terms of physical beauty, Heather was even more beautiful than his aunt. However, Heather's face looked 90% similar to his aunt in the photos. They simply looked too much alike!

Harry would check on me at least once a day, and proved to be the best friend in the world, always ready to drop whatever he was doing and help me out if Cake was busy and Brandon and I needed something. As for my paranormal loves, I would call Pennhurst every week, and Brett would go to Tinicum Hall to let me talk to Kujo. I couldn’t see him that well on the phone screen, but Brett assured he was big and strong and healthy. He was back to speaking only my name, but I couldn’t care less. I knew he understood me alright, and his lack of human-like treats meant he kept growing further away from his half-breed demon state.

She pouted, making her green eyes look all sad and shit. "Oh." Then it clicked cause her eyes lit up. "Wait, that guy who's into the fucked-up minds of serial killers, like you?" She said it like it was a hobby, like collecting stamps or something, not delving into the twisted minds of psychos. This guy had claimed all the theories about serial killers, like Bundy and the like, were bullshit. No connection between the evil they did and their grey matter. Just monsters who got off on hurting others, nothing more, nothing less. Sounded like an arrogant prick, but I'd let him keep thinking whatever he wanted. He didn't know shit about my world, about why I really left Russia. A secret I kept cl