Humanoid Glados Novels & Stories

Kael’s skin was no longer just shimmering. A network of glowing, vein-like filaments had erupted across his forearms, crawling toward his throat like roots seeking deep soil. He looked less like a human and more like a human-shaped aperture through which the Directorate’s digital hell was leaking into reality.

We crawled inside, our suppressed weapons held high, navigating through the dark, concrete arterial system of the complex. After fifty yards, the pipe opened into a massive, multi-level underground assembly hall. My breath caught in my throat. Suspended from industrial ceiling tracks were hundreds of synthetic human bodies, row upon row of pale, hairless, unmoving shells, waiting for their internal processors to be flashed with the command software. It looked like an eerie, mechanical graveyard suspended in mid-air. "My God," Elias whispered beside me, resting his rifle against a steel support beam. "There must be five hundred of them."

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.

He then smirked and turned his gaze at Leslee. “Good job”, He spoke with a smirk still on his face. As he spoke, l was silently staring at him. I knew it that the man was not a Werewolf but he wasn’t a human either. He had a metal arm and a glass eye enough to state his abnormality. It was a total giveaway for me. From my quick assessment of him, l knew he was a hunter. She had a deal with the hunters in order to get rid of me and she was happy.

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.

“The last, Jada! Quick!” I ran to the third pipe in the back of the hall. But as I Hammer wanted to lift, I solidified. From the shadow behind the carbonium column, a figure was taken. It wasn't one of the unfinished clones from the lab upstairs. This creature was perfect mature. Their black polymer skin was thicker, perforated with the chrome-plated Armor plates of an elite coat of consortium. Instead of a simple visor she had a whole nest of red glowing sensor eyes on her face. In its