Homunculi Novels & Stories

IBIM One perk of being blind is you don't see the stares, you know they are there but you don't have actual confirmation. Mofe had rushed to my side the second, I had walked into the school, she started reading out of a zine. "Someone made a zine", Tochi said, a gossip zine. "I like the code name sha Abroko". I laughed at how he pronounced the word. "It's a nice name, Tochi."

I hunch over as he draws closer and he tilts his head to study me. "I won't hurt you. If anything I'll make you feel superb, wouldn't you agree?" No. He raises a brow. I quickly nod. "It is dark outside now." I whisper. "And?" "Our deal. If we are going to start over, and mend our relationship, we have to be honest." "A good start! Good girl. Now, what do you know about incubi?" "They can teleport. Feed on blood, energy, emotions. Have two forms. Can heal themselves. Apparently, there's a hierarchy or like a caste system. They can manipulate minds, and possess bodies." He grins menacingly and I panic. Did I mess up?

We climbed into the waiting car, doors shutting with a solid thunk. Only when we were three blocks away did Vincenzo reach into his pocket and switch off the pen recorder. He looked at me, eyes hard but satisfied. “Got it all,” he said quietly. I nodded once, staring out at the passing city lights. “Every word. Every crate… Every fucking bottle.” The weight of what we had just seen settled heavy in my chest. Human flesh. Serums turning living things into monsters. A machine built on missing persons, skinned bodies, and failed experiments.

Red ink scrawled across printouts of Greek translations. Cerberus: Guardian of the Underworld. Chimera: Fire-breathing horror. Eternal opposites. Gatekeeper and Destroyer. Her eyes burned from staring too long at the same paragraphs. But every time she blinked, she saw the mall. She saw Cerebus sedated, collapsing, dragged away like trash. She saw the newspapers calling him a monster. She clenched her jaw, whispering into the stale air: “You don’t even know him. None of you.”

There were hundreds. They were smaller, thinner, and utterly hairless, their pale, translucent bodies packed tightly together like a swarm of albino bats hanging over an open grave. Their six-inch ivory finger-needles were linked together, forming a living, breathing ceiling of bone and hungry mouthparts, all pulsing in rhythm with the brass pump in Malachi”s chest. They were the failure pool of the High Sanctum. The discarded, half-formed biological abominations that Dominic”s inquisitors had swept down the drains for twenty years, left to feast on the runoff of the Third Vault until they became a singular, hive-minded organism.

He kissed my cheek, and I ran to tell mother everything about my day. Darkness fell over the dream, and I felt a dark pull. My heart rate quickened; my breath deepened. There was a dim light in the distance, so small I couldn’t gauge how far away it was. I walked and walked, and the light barely changed. I began to panic and felt like I was drowning. A box appeared around me and started filling with water. I couldn’t break the glass; the water was being pumped in through a pipe too big for me to block with anything. Then a light turned on, and in front of the box stood Claire, Lucas, and Dan. I began to lift with the rising water. It wasn’t long before the box was almost full, and I took my

The dark fluid spilled out across the concrete, and the creatures inside—the twisted, grafted abominations—began to twitch. Nomo stopped. He watched as one of the creatures opened its eyes. They weren't violet, and they weren't red. They were a milky, sightless white, leaking a black ichor that hissed as it touched the floor. The thing let out a sound that wasn't a scream or a growl, but a distorted, multi-tonal vibration that shattered the glass panels of the nearby offices. “Somito, tell me you’re clear!” Nomo shouted, his hand shaking as he raised his tablet to send the emergency burst.

"The child represents opposition." I frowned. "Opposition to what?" Inferno was silent for several seconds. When he finally answered, every person in the Haven felt the weight of it. "The Hollow Arc does not create." A chill spread through me. "It only takes." The darkness surged violently. Almost as though it had heard him. Perhaps it had. The silhouette expanded again. This time its shape stabilized. Not completely. But enough. Two arms. Two legs. A head. Humanoid. Yet fundamentally wrong. Like someone had built a person from memories instead of flesh.

Granted, she used it mostly with bridge trolls, but I hoped it'd work now. The homunculus moved into the hallway, a hunched and deformed figure of what looked like a man. He raised a skeletal finger at me, half the flesh torn away as if he'd eaten it. His voice was a croak, like his vocal cords were charred away. "Only you." I threw four more rubies. The creature regarded them before picking them up, biting into one and then raised its twisted face. "All of you then." I smiled. "Thank you," I gave a small head bow at it.

- He's bluffing. – The man said. - Because I know that the man you negotiated with has no say, all the creatures that were negotiated with you are the same as this boy. - He said. - You don't have a single pure human soul that you asked for, all of them are either half-breeds or homunculi. - He said. - That is true? – The creature asked towards the priest in front of him, while the boy fell into unconsciousness.