Keter Novels & Stories

I completed, tightening my hold on my weapon, "it healed within a few seconds, perhaps even a minute. That is our window. This time, we injured it worse than that. We hit it with something enormous, something that rends it in twain, and within the time that it takes to regrow, we get the fuck out of this cursed island." Zack blinked at me, and slowly a smile crept onto his face. "That actually sounds like a plan. A desperate plan, but a plan. Hopefully it'll work." Kira folded her arms over her chest. "And what if it follows us all the way back to the city? Leads us back to our apartment?" "That's not a possibility," Keto responded peacefully, his tone filled with the type of quiet confidenc

Carl clung to my lifeless body, refusing food, refusing water. I had no idea how long he stayed like that. The air was thick with decay, the stench unbearable. I had no choice—I entered his dream. He held me tight, whispering over and over, "Yara, don't leave me." I stroked his back. "Let me go. I don't want my body rotting away—it'll be horrible. Please... cremate me. Scatter my ashes into the sea. That's my last wish."

Referring to myself as his felt like swallowing poison, every syllable burning with disgust and fury. "Why didn't you just promise you pretty princess daughter to him?" The woman just ruined my life and my plan to rule. Her silence was making me irritated. "rispondetemi!" I screamed yelled at her. (Meaning: Answer me!) "Because that's the only way to get to the top of not if you kill him, others will kill you, others powerful and greater than him. But after a year of marriage, you can kill him and take over." She said and signed heavily.

Elemental Safety supersedes all law. I aimed the Veto not just at Kael, but at the Siphon itself. I poured my stabilizing Fire energy directly into the complex system, overriding Kael’s management codes and locking the Siphon onto a maximum stability-only protocol. "By the authority granted in the Continental Charter," I commanded, my voice echoing throughout the massive chamber. "I invoke the Alpha Veto. The Inter-Dimensional Gateway and its Siphon are immediately placed under Elemental Trusteeship controlled only by the Regulator Corps and the Chief Strategist."

One second Keres was beside me, the next, he was between us, towering, radiating Alpha-dominance so thick the air crackled. The room went silent. Teneger tried to hold Keres gaze but he only lasted three seconds before his eyes dropped involuntarily. Even I felt the pressure in my lungs. “State your business,” Keres growled, his voice edged with something draconic. Teneger swallowed. “I… only wanted to speak to Ember.” “You don’t have the right,” he snapped. “It’s personal,” Teneger argued, jaw tightening. Keres released a controlled burst of his aura and Ten staggered back half a step.

“Subject 47, your bond with the Resonator has been flagged as unstable and non-compliant. Delivery of the Resonator will allow stabilization of your remaining functions. Continued resistance will result in forced severance and reclamation of both assets.” Kael’s body jerked as the failsafe tried to force him toward the source of the voice. Black surged hard. I stepped in front of him, both hands on his chest, pouring will and residual heat through the contact. “Look at me,” I said. “Not the voice. Not the core. Me.”

“Not possible.” Kael motions for me to pull the strange contraption off my head that has me attached to the lie detector, and I do so, glad to have the weight off my shoulders. He then stands, and I follow suit, knowing I have no other choice. Hopefully all the questioning is over and he has accepted I passed his test. As we walk to the door, Kael holds it open for me. “I’m the Alpha, you know. I can decide who wins whenever I please.”

Keyboard Overkill

Not that I can have those thoughts, let alone justify them by shagging Bert. In any case, the Mesoamerican calendar has reached the doomsday date. The world is set to end. Whether I should sleep with a vagrant who spray-paints parked police vehicles and calls it art is irrelevant if we’re all going to die. And whether my father killed his first son should be, too. But it’s not. I can die happy without coming up with an answer for Bert. Yes, I love you and I will now give you the most immobile sex and worst head of your life or no, ew. But I get the feeling this dilemma about Damon would haunt me in oblivion. I want to say that finding out he murdered his son will quash all indecent desire. B

"Why would you.. " he asked but I wasn't listening anymore. I snatched his phone from Aunt Gracy but was met with password I wanted to hand it over to him to press his password but he beat me to it by telling me "The password is kejogmet" "okay" I said pressing the password and it unlocked though in my mind, I was surprised. I can remember overhearing NataliesN conversation with Jeanette and Eleanor when Natalie complained Kendall wont tell her his phone's password.