Humanoid Glados Novels & Stories

Elder hardly seems right though he has the same air of restrained power as in his human form. Behind them the door fills with the motley pack that are the Loop City Rogues. I almost can't believe my eyes! They all came here! A pack that is not a pack, fighting a fight that's not theirs. There's more. They're actually glowing. Like the Moon Goddess has touched them. They glow! Vuko! Alpha Vuko! The warning comes too late.

he said assuring me. Slowly I nodded my head. "Well its confirmed than. We officially have a Luna Queen." the elder told everyone. "She is HUMAN." We heard a voice boom from across the room. The voice sent chills down my spine and I knew than that it was him. I saw dark figure walking towards us. It was him. The moment I saw his face, I felt my heart break. His face consisted of distaste and anger. Towards me. I flinched when I saw that. I can't believe my own mate is looking at me like that. The elder beside me spoke.

It came from a dark corner at the rear in front of them. They all stared ahead waiting for the silhouetted figure to fully expose himself. Orbin and the Reptillian had also beat the collaborators and the collaborators were lying in a heap all over the floor defeated. The figure finally revealed himself, he had a hideous face! Mahali gasped and almost screamed in terror at the horrible face: He had yellow eyes a mouth that was carved into a sneer and no nose, for his hair, he had tentacles. “It’s Gaxgs!” wendy gasped.

​The Hijacking of the Manta ​The carrier was a beauty of dark engineering. Its hull was made of "Void-Glass," a material that absorbed both light and radar. It sat on the helipad, its engines humming with a low, predatory vibration. ​Standing in front of the boarding ramp was a figure Leo hadn't expected to see again. It was the Synthetic Prime, or at least, a version of it. This one was more refined, its face a chillingly accurate recreation of Leo’s father, but with eyes that were nothing more than black voids.

beneath. "NARRATIVE ERROR: UNAUTHORIZED GRIEF," the iridescent Eye in the sky shrieked, the iridescent light turning a violent, mercury-white. From the "Grey Static" around the keep, a new figure began to emerge. It wasn't an Architect, and it wasn't a User. It was a man in a tattered, grey suit, carrying a silver-glass briefcase. He didn't have eyes; he had two glowing, violet "Barcodes."

They turned right. Security cameras followed their movement — sleek, silent eyes in the ceiling. Sienna used the disruptor again, jamming their feed long enough to pass through two more doors. Then they reached the glass observation room. Her breath caught. Beyond the glass was a chamber lit by pale blue light — rows of neural tanks, each holding a humanoid form suspended in gel. Most were incomplete — half-finished bodies, flickering data streams, broken machines pretending to be human. And in the center tank… was her.

As days passed by, she could feel hope slowly leaving her. She thought she'd die for sure until one night while she was in the pod, there was an unusual light outside. "What the hell?" She whispered, picking up her helmet and making her way outside to see what it was. She froze when she saw a creature that looks like a man but not exactly a human. His eyes are glowing blue, his skin is like metal but the texture is soft. He had tentacles behind him, and Elleine shivered in fear because they looked like snakes.

The whole lab seemed to quake with the weight of the assault. Yuri, Devin, and Naelle converged on their position from different wings. “We got the backup drives,” Naelle called. “Extraction point is three floors up!” But then—a screech. Not human. Mechanical. Something primal. A hulking figure burst from the far corridor—twisted metal, glowing eyes, stitched skin stretched across an artificial exoskeleton. Soo-ah’s eyes widened. “What the hell is that?” Devin grunted. “Project Nacht.”

"Kaelor?" Aradaa stumbled forward. The figure was huge, suspended in a central pod of luminescent slime. It was a beast, but not the one Aradaa knew. This version was "Optimized." Glowing blue interface tubes were stitched into his spine and neck, pulsing with the ship's data. His fur was matted with scales, and his muscles had been warped to withstand the crushing weight of the trench. "Kaelor, wake up! It’s me!" Aradaa slammed his gloved hand against the glass.