Humanoid Glados Novels & Stories

They didn't even have faces. They were humanoids composed entirely of shifting, razor-sharp geometric glass and flowing lines of crimson binary code. They had no weapons, no armor, and emitted no spiritual pressure. To the cultivation world, they would be invisible. But to Scarlett’s cosmic gold eyes, they were glaring, lethal anomalies. "Target acquired," a voice broadcasted. It didn't speak in the air or the mind. It transmitted directly into the foundational code of the planet. "Rogue Weaver identified. Initiating Sector Formatting. Erasers deployed."

The thick, heat-shielded blast doors of the pod blew outward, tumbling across the ruined road. A thick, viscous green gel spilled from the pod, pooling on the hot asphalt. And then, the Hound stepped out. It was a nightmare sculpted from human DNA. It stood nearly eight feet tall, its musculature grotesquely swollen and hyper-dense. Its skin was not flesh, but a overlapping lattice of pale, bone-white cartilage and dark, metallic scales. It had no eyes, only a smooth, sloping dome of thick bone protecting its brain. Deep, jagged gill-like slits lined its neck, flaring aggressively as it processed the chemical and thermal signatures of the air.

Then he appeared. Adrian’s digital form emerged from the haze, stepping over the fracturing panels like he owned them. His eyes glowed a toxic green, his smile sharp and cruel. But what unsettled me most wasn’t how real he looked, it was how perfect. No scars, no tiredness, no humanity. Just code pretending to be a man. “Gloss,” he drawled, spreading his arms. “You made it. I was beginning to think Dream kept you all to himself.”

That voice deep, mechanical sounded almost human but off, as though recorded and replayed. The shadow reached the bottom of the stairs. A faint beam of light from its hand illuminated the room briefly and in that split second, Lola saw it. A figure wearing a torn security uniform. A cracked ID badge dangled from its chest. Its eyes glowed faint blue, just like the machines. Half its face was human. The other half metal. “Holy” Mason whispered, but Adam silenced him with a glare. The figure turned toward the main console. Its hand brushed across the keys. The monitors flared back to life.

He groaned They chuckled and obeyed immediately,, " We are really happy to see you in the council after a long time,,with,, your mate. " Another one said,, she's a female Alyssa wonder why they all look so amazing,, they are really not human. " But,,she's human. " " What is wrong with her being a human??" Luther snapped and they all kept quiet. " My father,,, is alive " Luther said and they all stood up in fear " Rodolfo is alive?? " They all asked at the same time

The Rogues leader told him though mind link. "Get out of my way if you all want to be alive" Dylan replied them angrily. "Attack him" The Rogues leader said and all of them started fighting with Dylan. "Let me take control on your body. You can't kill them in human form" Black shouted from inside. "Our mate will ran away. I can't expose you" Dylan replied back and kept fighting but they were taking advantages as he was in human form. One rogue came from behind and broke the car glass.

"Their backs are turned: they're on the edge of the garden. We'll move out slowly, then walk to the edge of the forest. Then we'll escape together. Alright?" I nodded. "Alright." He offered his hand to me and I slipped my fingers into his. However tanned he looked, his hand was as cold as ice. "Ready?" He asked, and I nodded in the affirmative. And together we slowly stood up from under the table. Again the sight of several dead people met my eyes. It was hard to look away, hard to ignore the blood and the unseeing eyes and the cold, deathly silence. Hard to see where people had once dined on my account, flowing with blood. My heart was broken beyond fixing.

He asks snapping me somewhat back to my senses "Yes I'm-" i began then immediately turned around facing Isaac's mangled body "Issac" i say touching him with shaking hands "No no no no no please issac please wake up" i beg tears beginning to fall from my eyes I watch as Isaac's body shifted from its animal form back to human, he had deep gashes all over his body that could all kill him but the worst was the one in his stomach. Tears flooded my eyes as i gently cradled his upper half in my lap, i couldn't let this happen i couldn't let him die. With that in mind i grabbed a piece of broken glass off the floor that came from the dresser isaac had slammed into when he was thrown back into the ro

He would like to learn many things from her and see for himself why their great grandparent decided to serve her with their life before. The same night the test was over, Vaans, Lexikan and Bran took an invisible hover car toward the Glaios Base. They wore a black tight-skin suit with a protective vest. Weapons were placed around their body. Additionally, they had an AI headgear that would alert them to the danger around them. A few minutes later, they arrive at the national museum where Leqaria once awakened from her revival.

I start and he lifts a hand and stops me. "The chain is made of gold, so I can still kiss you and caress your neck," his chuckle makes me blush. "The cross, however, is made of silver, which you know can't kill us, but can make us weaker." "What about the liquid?" My eyes still staring at the iridescent centerpiece. "It is Verdant Poison, a rare liquid that forces us to reverse our shape into a human one. This amount is enough to shift me back, so it is going to help you defend yourself from anyone in case of emergency."