Hector Peabody Novels & Stories

Thank god. Her eyes caught the building. She stopped. Peabody squatted on the top. Impossibly large, he waited, his elbows out, his too large hands gripping the edges, his feet planted on the opposite corners on the back of the building. His body no longer thin and elegant, it was bloated and round. As if he’d feasted. A still hungry spider with a belly full of flies. His head swiveled, searching the street below. Seeing her, he stopped.

“It’s nice seeing you though. Seeing the man you’ve become.” He shook his head. “Not with this scratchy ass beard. Goddess what I would give for a razor. How Ezekiel and Bryan maintain it blows me away. It’s a fucking…” “Flavor saver?” Hector fake gagged. “Don’t say that. It’s disgusting. I don’t need to look anymore manly than I already am. I don’t have a problem in that department.” I laughed and shook my head. “No, no you don’t.” His eyebrows rise and he chuckled. “Is the serum kicking in?”

(Last night) ‘Horrendous’, that’s what the half blood Inspector Karl Heinz concluded while seeing a headless body lying in front of him. After receiving the news of the lost of Nathan Michaelis, or, that was what Hans stated after the tracker he mysteriously managed to place inside the evil Madam’s secretary’s phone lost it’s signal. A dead battery was what Inspector Karl Heinz thought at first, but suddenly the phone moved towards un unplanned direction then suddenly died? Not so.

Uncle Bob said seriously – as he was looking at Alpha Hudson and Luna Hera. It seemed like all of them were anticipating and so anxious about what he had to say. Uncle Bob let out another deep sigh. It was as if what he was about to say was just too heavy to tell – and Hunter seemed to understand. However, he still wanted to hope – for positivity. “Hector… He is already blind… And I don’t think he will be able to see. His eyes were too damaged that we can’t do anything now.” Uncle Bob declared darkly.

Every chance he got, he came looking for me and hoped I’d agree to see him. He’d often feel dizzy, sometimes seeing only black. This time, he remained unconscious for a long time. The healer looked at Hector with pity in her eyes. “His wolf is too broken. It’s fallen into a deep sleep. As a result, he will also pass out frequently. If this continues, it may endanger his life," she said. Hector came to me and begged me to see Ethan. I was silent for a long time. In the end, I firmly refused.

Hunter: The road in was long and dumb quiet, the kind of quiet that tells you everything worth knowing has gone to ground. I kept the bike under the trees and moved on foot, boots chewing at the moss. Xavier’s words looped in my head: Find her before he does. Short, sharp, no room for mistakes. “Beta, are you sure that coming here is the right option?” One of the gammas, Brian, asked. “Are you going to question the Alpha, Brian?” I asked, and he shook his head.

The doctor and nurse gasped as their eyes glazed over, their bodies slumping into unconsciousness. Hector scoffed softly. “Humans are so fragile.” He turned his gaze toward the door—the direction Harry and Aadhira had exited. “They thought they could outsmart me,” he muttered. “The Supreme Council. Those self-righteous fools.” His lips curled into a sinister smile. “They planned to give birth to the most powerful supernatural being this world has ever seen.” He chuckled darkly. “But power without corruption is meaningless.” Hector moved toward the medical tray and picked up a syringe—already filled with his blood.

"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.