Humanoid Glados Novels & Stories

I just called it bait. He was already waiting. Seven feet of sculpted obsidian muscle, standing upright on two powerful legs that mirrored a human’s—thick thighs, narrow hips, long calves flexing when he shifted his weight. His arms were folded across his chest, clawed fingers drumming against scaled biceps. Humanoid, but wrong in all the ways that made my pulse kick: black scales catching the light like oil on water, a tapered waist, and that beautiful, terrible face. High cheekbones sharp enough to cut, a narrow jaw, and a mouth full of ivory needles that somehow still managed to look like it was built for smiling. Golden eyes locked on me the second I stopped at the glass and his lips cur

Her curly hair danced in the cold breeze as they reached a mysterious clearing. "Who are you?" Stuart queried, touching her shoulder. She turned her body towards him. In the velvety embrace of darkness, she emerged, a captivating enigma draped in shadows. Moonlight traced the contours of her mystery, casting a soft glow on elusive features. Ebony tendrils frame a face veiled in an air of intrigue, eyes gleaming like distant stars, windows to an enigmatic universe. Her silhouette danced with the unknown, a symphony of secrets whispered by the night. A delicate whisper of mystery enveloped her, a chiaroscuro masterpiece painted with whispers of the unseen. In the dark, she was an ethereal tape

"You're not going to force me into the surgery? So you can play with my lures?" "I'm not a human. None of us in the room are Homo sapiens except for Coco, and we don't want lab rats." Drusdor stood. "We've seen plenty of spikes, scales, horns, claws, and teeth in our lifetimes. Trust me; your hidden lures aren't anything special." "But if humans discovered what I am…." "Then they'd need to get through us first." Stralath covered her fingers with his, and she kept her hand in place. His warm touch on her cool skin felt reassuring, but Galene knew what she needed was space and time alone.

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.

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.

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.

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.