Humanoid Glados Novels & Stories

My legs buckled, then held. I wasn't a goddess anymore. I was a **Glitch in the Factory**. --- ### The Re-Entry Team Three men in white, sterile hazmat suits burst around the corner of a row of tanks. They weren't holding swords or magic pens. They were holding **Neural Prods**—long, metallic rods that hummed with enough electricity to knock a person back into a coma.

It was tall, taller than her. “You can use this to test your poisons.” He explained when he saw her questioning gazes. “Just click this to open the mouth.” He continued as he raised his hand and pressed a button on the humanoid's forehead. All of a sudden, the humanoid opened its eyes that turned green from black. “Hello, Master Theodore.” The humanoid bows his head towards him. Theodore nodded and the humanoid raised its head. “Wow! Cute.” Soheila commented as she admired the robot in front of her. Actually, robots already existed back on Earth, however, it was not this big.

Suspended from the ceiling by heavy chains were dozens of massive glass cylinders, most of them shattered, their thick, preservation fluid long since drained into the grates. But three of the cylinders were still whole. Inside the greenish glass, huge, malformed silhouettes were shifting. They weren't like the failed ones from the riverbanks—these were larger, their bodies heavily reinforced with thick, unpolished plates of black glass that had grown into their muscle tissue like tumors. They had no faces, but as Kael stepped into the chamber, the light from his chest core reflected off the glass, and the things inside began to slam their massive, crystalline fists against their enclosures.

The glass of the tank didn't slide open; it shattered outward, the pressure sending a wave of fluid across the floor. Nevan caught the man as he fell. He was heavy, his skin cold and slick with the stasis medium. Nevan lowered him to the ground, his hands shaking as he wiped the gel from the man’s eyes. "I've got you," Nevan rasped. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I thought... I thought you were gone." The man’s eyes snapped open. They weren't grey. They were a flat, artificial white—the color of a dead screen.

“It makes you the mother of a god.” She laughed bitterly. “You think that’s better?” Before he could answer, Cassian’s voice cut in from ahead — urgent, tense. “Movement.” They reached the chamber. The old lab had collapsed halfway, metal girders bent into obscene shapes. But at the center stood a glass cylinder — cracked but still pulsing with pale blue light. Inside, a humanoid figure floated in a pale fluid, half-machine, half-human. Its eyes opened as they entered. And for the first time, Amara understood what the Vatican had done.

Four towering figures, silent and still. They were Ice Golems, ancient constructs carved from the oldest glacier in the valley. Each stood nearly three meters tall, shaped like noble warriors frozen in time. Behind their crystalline helms burned twin sapphiric lights, unblinking and alive with unnatural awareness. A low, throbbing hum filled the corridor, the sound of their hearts, the sound of ancient power that never slept. “We can’t fight them,” Orion whispered, his sharp eyes analyzing every inch of the constructs. “They’re immune to physical damage. Their cores are linked directly to Valerius. One wrong move, and he’ll know we’re here.”

“Idris—” “I see it,” he murmured, his voice tight. Zara and Orion, who had been dozing on the couch, jolted awake. “What the hell was that?” Orion muttered, rubbing his eyes. Zara moved closer, her brows furrowed. “Are they—are they glowing?” It wasn’t bright, not yet, but it was there—a faint silver sheen pulsing just beneath their skin, flickering like embers catching fire. Idris reached out, his hand hovering over Elias’s tiny form. “This… this isn’t normal.” His voice held a sharp edge—fear, awe, confusion all mixed into one.

Dino was right behind him, gun raised, eyes darting for movement. But Mirador was gone. Instead, a long hallway stretched ahead, eerily quiet, lined with tall glass windows. Behind them, rooms buzzed with servers, blinking nodes, and suspended tanks containing human-sized crates—sealed, breathing softly with mechanical hisses. Dino slowed. “What the hell is this?” Alejandro moved to the nearest window, wiping away dust and condensation. His jaw tightened. Inside was a human body—hooked to wires, unconscious. The face was blank, eyes closed. Another crate showed a young woman, pale, with smooth and bloodless skin.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Grayson ordered as Rosa joined them again, covering the rear. Suddenly, the hallway lights flickered, and from around the corner came a sound–a wet, clicking noise. Not footsteps. Not quite human. Grayson raised his weapon. "Something’s here." They froze. A figure turned the corner. Not a soldier. It was a hybrid. Taller than a man, with elongated limbs and partially synthetic plating across its torso, its face shimmered with artificial skin that rippled like liquid over bone. Its eyes locked onto Elena, and then onto Rose.