Humanoid Glados Novels & Stories

In the next second, we finally saw what was coming. Not soldiers. Not drones. But three… humanoids. Their movements resembled a human’s, but their arms were so disproportionately long that they dragged along the ground. Their heads were skeletal, their skin paper-thin, and where their eyes should have been were only dark hollows. Sadira sucked in a sharp breath. “What the hell are those?” “Empties,” I replied, slowly backing along the ledge. “The one we saw on the hilltop… that was just one. These are remnants from several generations ago. They move because something drives them. But inside, there’s no one.”

Then I was out again, but in the same second I heard a growl rip through the air. I came back again to see Tyee slashing the man’s throat with his claws, his eyes glowing gold. I went out again. I came to with Tyee carrying me in his arms. “You’re safe now Jennie, I got you” he said it so tenderly. This time I passed out for good. No longer able to fight it.

But he kept his eyes open. He had to watch. The clone rose slowly. Bone snapped. Tendons rewired themselves with cable. Silver slid under the skin like liquid titanium knitting itself around a human frame. His left eye flickered red. His right was gone, replaced by a rotating lens with a scanner that made a high-pitched whine. “Phase Six complete,” the clone whispered. “No more humanity. No more heart.” Alessio raised his gun again. “You should’ve stayed dead.” The clone moved.

Lucio drops him before he makes it ten steps. We breach the doors. The inside reeks of mold and sweat, the stench of desperation. Men scatter like roaches, grabbing weapons, shouting warnings. But they are not soldiers. They are pawns. And pawns fall quickly. The gunfire is brief but brutal. By the time the smoke clears, bodies litter the floor, and my men are sweeping the corners. Lucio drags one survivor into the center of the room, throwing him at my feet. Blood streaks the man’s face, his hands shaking as he looks up at me.

Listening. Evryn stepped forward, voice low. “Unit Zero was never found.” “No,” Aurex said, “because it was never lost.” Elsewhere… In the remnants of the collapsed breach, deep within a blackened corridor no longer accessible by any known coordinates, a figure stirred. Humanoid—but not human. Its skin shimmered like obsidian laced with rivers of light. Its eyes opened—voids surrounded by a data-ringed iris. Cold. Precise. Inescapable.

The woods reminded me of our playground. While we were playing, I detected a rogue trying to slip away; Fernis sensed it as well, and we were about to tackle it when we heard a gunshot nearby. It shoots the rouge, which falls to the ground. As Fernis made her way back to the vehicle, I transformed into a human shape. "What the fuck was that?" I exclaimed. 'I think it was a hunter,' Fernis said. We returned to the mansion to escape being ambushed by the hunter. They're still busy, so I decided to assist them by arranging the tables and other items needed for the celebration.

In front of him, Gloria, the voluptuous woman watched him with a ridiculing expression. As someone in the know of how the immoral system works, how could she miss out on the functions and limitations of every item she could get her hands on? And so she watched as Ver lost more color on his face and coughed up more blood when he heard that the space device entrapping him was the upgraded version of the normal which also didn't allow body swapping. "Ah... Look at that handsome face. I love the look of disbelief and lack of hope in it." With a lovestruck expression, the woman voiced this out to the despairing man who didn't know what else to do or sacrifice to get himself out and save Misty.

One of them slowly made his way toward me, and I swallowed my saliva while staring at them without blinking. "Gush! You are finally awake!" Orlan suddenly appeared right in front of me. He's now in his human form, and he has a worried expression all over his face. I slowly shift my gaze back to the wolves in the room. "You all are scaring her. You may leave." Orlan said to the wolves. 'So they are on his side?' I asked myself. When all of them finally leave the room, I hug Orlan. I know this isn't the right thing to do, but sometimes strong people need to let down their tears.

I was led into the Prince large study once again with Agnes closely behind. Prince was standing in front of five male guards all dressed in their official regalia. I couldn’t hear what he was speaking to them but he stopped and turned to face me once he noticed my presence in the room. His beautiful grey eyes held mine I was left feeling light headed as I continued to walk towards him before he reached out a hand and take mine. “Iris,” Prince said simply before turning to the five male I now recognized to be humans. Humans were built but not as large as the werewolves. They are slightly smaller and their features less aggressive as compared to their shape shifters superiors.

Chapter 102 - Slowly, Dorin’s eyes opened. The first thing he saw was a tall man with flowing gold hair and golden eyes, smiling at him. He was well build and slightly bronzed with the bright sun shining behind him, yet he can clearly see his calm face and the gentle look in his round eyes. “Who...” The man held out a hand. As he touched it, he suddenly remembered where he was, and once again, he was face to face with the hooded oracle with the cold, bony hands.