Karlach Infernal Engine Novels & Stories

“You think I didn’t clock the gun? Go on—try.” Jessica racked the shotgun. It gave a dry click. Karl spilled shells from his pocket to the ground. “Not insane,” he said. “Just prepared.” “You killed Terry and Lizzi,” Jessica said, eyes burning. “No,” Karl smiled. “The Minotaur did me that favor.” He yanked her upright and shoved her toward Sean. “Here. Before I change my mind.” Sean caught Jessica as Karl drifted to the frescoes like a parishioner to stained glass. “The labyrinth held the subjects,” Karl said, fingers tracing ancient figures. “Humans made into weapons. The Minotaur wasn’t myth. It was a result.”

It was burning right in front of their eyes. Ren looked in the rearview mirror. Kara was staring out the window at the pillar of black smoke. Her face was completely devoid of color. A single, silent tear slipped down her cheek, catching the neon light of the dashboard. She didn't look at Ren. She didn't have to. The horrific, unspoken truth solidified in the confined space of the hover-car. Kara knew exactly what that smoke meant. She knew that the Swahili audio file she had pulled from the game engine wasn't just "scraped data."

The pack fell silent in awe and instinctive reverence. Inferno’s voice rolled across the room like molten iron meeting ice. “Three more are coming.” My breath caught. The pack straightened subconsciously. Inferno continued. “The vampire lord from the Carpathian Peaks. The French Quarter’s exiled High Warlock. And the Alaskan rogue you see before you.”

"She's... too strong. Run. Before I... before she..." The collar flashes red. Karl's eyes go completely black again. But this time, there's something different. Rage. Not programmed. Real. His own rage at what's been done to him. He charges. Not at me. At the nearest group of Western forces. Seraphina's wolves. The ones who brought him here. The ones serving the Alpha who turned him into this. Karl tears through them. No technique. No mercy. Just pure violence. Ripping. Tearing. Destroying everything in reach.

I cut myself off and his eye colour changes to black, it wasn't brown, not at all, it was black, Karl hated people disobeying and defying him, I loved doing it because it pissed him off. I bring my thighs together tightly not wanting him to see the effect he has on me, the thing that is more scary to me isn't Karl, It's my body reaction to him, I mean, at this moment when his all threatening and furious, I don't see danger or any red warning, I mean, I should see danger, I should be planning on how to escape, but instead, as f*cked up as i am, I look way beneath that danger and sense his desires, I want to know what is really behind Karl wolverine and who or what made him the way he is..

I looked back at the massive, steaming mountain of black iron beside me, my heart breaking into a thousand jagged pieces as I saw the dark, smoky violet tattoos along his flank begin to blister and crack, revealing a core of glowing, incandescent white slag beneath his metal hide. “I... am still... here, Zora,” Dante’s voice rumbled through my mind, a heavy, concrete-shattering frequency that was growing weaker, choked by the sheer density of the thermal current running through his spine. “The... the wolf... is burning... but the engine... will not default. Do not... let go of the line.” "We’ve got a critical structural failure in the lower levels!" Kemi’s voice screamed out from the base of

I clutch my chest and suck in large gulps of air even though it hurts my lungs. This brute was going to crush me! I make myself start visibly wheezing, playing up the fact that I was being choked all along while I look up and assess Karl's expressions. What I see doesn't make any of the fear running through me reduce. Karl's eyes start glowing a ghostly white as he calls on his wolf. I watch as he shifts partially, fur covering his chest and skin, claws extending, all the while his eyes are still locked on me. The claws of a Gamma could easily shred through the trunk of a tree. They're that wicked and sharp and I know that if he turns them on me... If he turns them on me, I might not escape

“Those infected with the poison keep their.. youth. Meanwhile, those who ingest Black Marks… they deteriorate quickly. That’s why Kaleb wasn’t satisfied with my creation-.” “Do you mean immortal?” I asked as I stared at her in disbelief, unable to contain my shock at the idea. “That’s the word,” Raven said with enthusiasm, and then she nodded. “Inferno can turn someone immortal… theoretically. It’s just an assumption since no one has actually seen Inferno or used it. Between us, I doubt if Emmett Keller was actually able to make something so potent. I’ve never understood why Kaleb was so persistent in trying to replicate it if there was no evidence of its existence. Anyway, I’ve done my best

She looked at him with an eyebrow furrowed. "What do you mean?" "How do you know that your husband is kind, sweet, and amazing? Did you ever doubt him for a second?" "What do you-" "Like, you think your husband and your best friend are having a thing or something?" Daemon was trying to dig out her innermost desire. Demons have the ability to draw out the desire of humans. Much more the sinister and the darkest part of the soul of a human. But this woman is different from the others.