Infested Salvage Novels & Stories

But to do it, they would have to turn the city into a lightning rod. "We have to go back into the graveyard," Audrey said, looking at her people. "We have to scavenge the 'Master Link' from the wreckage of the First Era. We have to build a bridge out of our own history." The suspense of the chapter is built around the "Salvage Operation." The scouts of Aethelgard had to leap from their home into the floating debris, navigating the zero-gravity graveyard while the Void-Stalker circled them like a shark in dark water.

Claire’s hand was curled around the strap of Evelyn’s supply bag. Her supply bag. The one with the protein bars, water tablets, map, flashlight, emergency knife. “You’re taking everything,” Evelyn said. Damian’s face twisted. “We don’t have enough fuel to circle back again.” “I’m right here.” “There are too many of them.” “I’m right here.” His hands flexed at his sides. “Evie, please don’t make this harder.” For a second, she couldn’t breathe. The infected reached the mouth of the alleyway. One crashed into a rusted dumpster and knocked it sideways with a metallic shriek. Another dropped to all fours and crawled over it, jaw hanging loose, blackened blood spilling down its chin.

And Ethan was pushing those limits every single day. It happened one afternoon, in the middle of what should have been a routine mission. We were moving through an abandoned area, searching for survivors, when we stumbled into a nest of infected. At first, there were only a few—a handful of them, moving slowly through the rubble. But before we could retreat, we were surrounded. They came from every direction, growling and hissing, their movements erratic and unpredictable.

“This day has been in the making since my sister dragged me through that portal. I never wanted to leave to come to this world, but it has its appeal.” “Immortality,” Salvay said. “And souls. Billions of them just ripe for the picking.” They stopped at the mouth of the cave. What Sven was going to do would destroy Lansguard. He would decimate everything that lived before he walked through the portal himself. The world would be a wasteland; there would be no living there. Lansguard would essentially be inhabitable, but he didn’t mention this to Salvay. Among the ruins, he would find the Book of Shadows. He did not need Salvay on his side, but securing him as an ally—for this moment—would mean

"And Alina?" "Never returned." I shrugged. "What does that mean?" Her voice cracked. "It means they were out of the pack. Sent elsewhere" "What? To who?" I waved my hand, dismissively not answering until she asked again louder than before. Fed up of her dramatic tantrums, I answered. "Some broker. Ally packs. Alphas with money and no morals." Her mouth fell open. "You trade them like livestock," she whispered. "They ARE livestock." I grinned. She lunged.

“Consider this bracelet my engagement gift to you. Just text me once you’re home.” The two condescending men then left with Lucy, who looked on the verge of tears. Sharing a speechless look with Harper, I tossed his bracelet into the sewer.

I spat out a mouthful of blood and winced as I turned my head toward the passenger seat. Upon seeing Keaton Rourke wedged between the airbag and the seat, I ground out, "You disabled the airbag, didn't you?" He looked at me like he wanted me dead. He ignored my question, raised an eyebrow, and smirked. "Hate to break it to you, but even with you bleeding out, Teresa will still come to me first." I hunched over in pain, clutching my stomach with both hands. My vision was blurring, and I could barely keep my eyes open, but I still had to defend Teresa Bellamy. "She is my wife. There is no way she would save you before me."

We work for the 1% elites, the fuckers who have a say in everything that happens in Athens. Each year, 100 men are recruited and only five make it into the final stage, what happened to the remaining 95, they disappear from the face of the earth like they never existed. Everyone knows what happens when they sign the contract to join Hexagon. It’s a death trap and we are all slaves but we do it anyways. It is written in fine bold print for all to see that the consequence of failing to make it is death. And the consequences of making it is also death.

"Lost? Architect, you still think this was about stone and wires. Navia was a cage, yes. But I’m the one who holds the key to the infection." "Infection?" Aradaa’s knuckles turned white around the plastic casing. "The Blood-Rot," Malachi hissed. "I infused it into the 'New Harvest' rations months ago. It’s dormant... until the Mother-Code is siphoned. When you drained the palace, you triggered the sequence. Every hybrid that fed on those supplies is currently melting from the inside out." Kaelor grabbed the transmitter, his jaw creaking as he ground his teeth. "Fix it. Now. Or I’ll find what’s left of you and feed you to the eels piece by piece."

The Foundation’s operations room was a scene of controlled panic when Elias and Kian returned. Julian and Lena Sharma were locked in a desperate effort to isolate the infected portions of the Sentinel Ledger Protocol (SLP). Holographic projections of the SLP network shimmered with dangerous, flashing red nodes—the silent, systemic corruption spreading throughout the global financial data.