Humanoid Glados Novels & Stories

“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

Another hand appeared. Then slowly— Something began pulling itself upward from the lower layer. Huge. Humanoid. Wrapped in black reinforced plating fused directly into flesh. Its face— Or what remained of it— Was hidden behind a mask-like metal restraint bolted into skin. And when it lifted its head— One glowing red eye locked directly onto Amara. The girl whispered beside her— “They found us.”

I looked at the tile beneath me, rejected its right to exist and took a step forward. CRACK. The tile beneath my boot shattered into a spray of glowing math symbols. It was not broken by strength or weight. By my refusal to recognize its density. I was an error walking through their equation. A loud alarm echoed through the sky like a thousand gears grinding to a halt. The rows of math problems above us froze, turned red and began to fall like glass. Three figures appeared from the void ahead. They did not look like wolves, humans or Celestials. They were tall humanoid shapes made of condensed gold, their faces blank and smooth. In their hands they carried long tools made of anti-Aether porc

The humanoids were previously made to do such labor but taking a look right now, it seems that the fate of humans was inverted. They disguised themselves along the sides of the cave. For normal eyes like humans, they cannot see any light figures through the walls. Thanks to their contact lenses which serve like a humanoid eye and keep them to walk through the canal without difficulties. On one lane of the canals, they have seen a blueprint of the mining area. They checked the details to where they can see where humanoids can probably stock their hidden waterloo. “This should be the area, Sarah. It is the best way to stock those halogens where humans cannot pass,” explained Grace. “C’mon, let

Lazarus sighed. “Yeah… that will do.” Lazarus stared at each and every one’s eyes, he continued. “I’m Ojinwuo Lazarus the Shadow Inhumane as you all know and how I got to have my iconic name… I trained harder than any other Inhumane out there and master the way of the glow.” “The way... of the glow?” Both Peirce and Node thought out. “Yeah, the way of the glow as an Inhumane, is by shaping the glows on the body then materializing it as a weapon of choice just like mine,” he glowed only on his arms then materialized the black glow into a wrist reaper on both hands.

"If I'm the vessel... where is the rest of him?" Sterling gestured to a massive, black-glass wall at the end of the room. He tapped a command on his wrist-link, and the glass turned transparent. My heart stopped. Behind the glass was a tank filled with the same indigo fluid I had seen in the Zero-Point. And suspended in the center of the tank, connected to a thousand glowing cables, was a man. He had dark, matted hair. He had the build of a King. But his skin wasn't obsidian. It was pale, human, and covered in surgical scars.

I asked “Nope, the base is an unconfigurable reality, wild. That is why we love it, '' she replied. Wyren handed me a rolled up leaf and I threw it to the ground. It opened up and hovered a few inches from it. The leaf-glider was rather huge; I’d say about 5 feet in width. “Jude, put your bracelet over it.” Said Wyren. I bent down and moved my hand over it. It instantly emitted a blue light, scanning my bracelet. When it was done, the shape of the leafe began to morph, and my head was formed at the center. And it said…... “Race-Human, Prime. Biosignature marked, initiating incorporation.” I was creeped out, but it wasn’t done. The image of my face on the glider popped out in the most ominous

Revealing Stasis Pods. Inside the pods were not men. They were Creatures. Genetically modified hybrids. Muscle mass increased by 300%. Skin replaced with graft-armor. No eyes. Just sensory patches. The Rejects. The failed experiments of Project Helios that didn't die. The Chairman had kept them. Weaponized them. "Please," The Chairman's voice chuckled. "Feed my pets." The pods hissed open. Six monstrosities stepped out, drooling acidic saliva. They roared.

It wasn't magic, but it was power. "I can run," I said. We moved through the labyrinth of the pod facility. It was a cathedral of glass and wires, thousands of people still dreaming their fake lives while their bodies withered in the dark. As we passed a row of pods labeled Sector 7: The Bone Cathedral, I saw a face I recognized. It was the Modern Kael. He was in a pod, but he wasn't asleep. His eyes were open, pressed against the glass. He wasn't a man. He was a biological CPU, his brain glowing with a sickly violet light. He watched us pass, his lips moving in a silent plea.

The creature stepped through the fractured shard. Aria didn’t breathe. Its body was humanoid, but only in the way a shadow might mimic a person—long-limbed, bent in places no bone should bend, its form glitching between solidity and smoke. Its eyes—if they were eyes—were bright fractures in the dark, like pieces of broken glass reflecting her face back at her. Kael stepped forward, shadows boiling at his feet. Varuun simply watched, arms folded, as though the arrival of this horror was a mild inconvenience.