Leviathan's Breath Catalyst Novels & Stories

"The Scribe interface will act as the software governor. I just need the hardware. If I have a continuous, localized supply of refined Aether pumping into my system, my body won't have to burn its own biomass to maintain the Abyssal Density. I won't have to sweat a displacement field to walk. I'll be permanently stabilized." Nero looked at the massive, two-ton boy from the Gutters. She looked at the dead Trench-Goliaths on the shoreline. She realized that the only way the deep-dwellers were going to survive the coming chaos of the broken Spire was if this Leviathan had his teeth fully sharpened. "It’s going to hurt," Nero clicked, a terrifying, surgical precision entering her gaze. "I have t

He drew a silver knife from his belt. "You summoned a Leviathan?" Valerius shouted over the roar of the monster. "In the middle of Manhattan?" "It was already here!" Jack yelled back. "The Council woke it up to drain the power! I just invited it to the party!" The Leviathan surfaced. It was a nightmare of biology—part squid, part eel, part machine. Cables and wires were fused into its flesh. It roared, a sound of static and thunder. It lashed out at Valerius again.

"The Pure-Blood Prophecy. My father didn't believe in myths, but he kept notes on yours. They claim the first male born of the Vaelis-Thornvale line holds the key to the 'Goddess’s Breath.' They claim his blood can stop the rot." The air in my lungs turned to lead. I felt a cold shiver crawl up my spine. The Goddess’s Breath wasn't a virus. It was a bio-weapon, a dormant nanotech strain. And I wasn't just a scholar or a soldier. I was the literal antidote walking around in human skin.

To make us his tools, his weapons, his machines. "You're lying." Rafe growled, but his voice trembled. "The bond is ours." "Is it?" Cain asked softly. He reached into his coat pocket and withdrew a small, dark crystal with button-like holes, it thumped with a faint, sick light, a slow heartbeat of stolen magic. "The catalyst is still in my possession, the trigger for your Alpha awakening, the chemical sympathy that made your wolf recognize Luca's so instantly." His fingers curled around it. "Would you like to see what happens when I adjust the frequency?"

He didn't use the power to fight; he used it to Ground. He channeled the entire energy of the Shadow Peaks through the Golden Citadel and directly into the waiting mouth of the Leviathan. The Board of Shadows—the biological primaries in their stasis-vats—had no time to scream. The gold-nanotubes of their fortress were conductive. The "Abyssal Frequency" turned their skyscraper into a lightning rod. In a heartbeat, the Golden Citadel wasn't a fortress; it was a sinking weight. The Leviathan’s massive, obsidian tentacles wrapped around the spire of gold and pulled.

He gripped the edge of the reinforced steel counter so hard the metal began to groan and buckle, the edges curling under the sheer pressure of his Alpha strength. "What do you mean...like putting things in our food?" Fennigan’s voice was a guttural ghost of itself, his vocal cords vibrating with a suppressed roar. "Synthetic catalysts," the Weaver replied. A central screen bloomed with complex molecular diagrams—chemical structures that looked like twisted thorns or jagged shards of glass. "Micro-doses of refined silver suspended in saline, mountain ash derivatives, and dormant phoenix-ash isotopes. Every 'vitamin' supplement, every 'strength-building' tonic he gave you boys as cubs was a ch

However, Levi held his legs up firmly, not allowing him to advance nor retreat. Levi took a big breath in an attempt to control his own predatory instincts. Then he wrapped one arm around his baby’s knees. In a single smooth movement, he propped up his darling’s legs on his own left shoulder. Emboldened by his curiosity and the fact that his line of sight to Levi’s private bits should now be blocked, Noah peeked through his fingers. Unfortunately, curiosity nearly killed this little kitty with a heart attack because Levi chose that exact moment to slide his stiff and scorching hot Leviathan in between Noah’s white thighs.

Beth said then looked at Arnold who slowly walked away from them and stood by a window looking out into nature “But how and why did God make them so strong even more than Angels?” said Uzor “When our father created Leviathans, he started by creating Metatron whom he made very powerful with elements only found in heave and then father added one thing that made him so powerful and this was the Elixir-Dor-el of the 24 elders, father did same for Bazel which made them extremely powerful. When father created other Leviathans he gave them 12 Elixir-Dor-el but there was something father gave to Metatron that he never gave to Bazel”

“It looks like a biological Harvester. A scavenger the Owners left behind to keep the trench clean.” ​The leviathan opened its mouth, revealing rows of glowing, serrated teeth. It wasn’t interested in the minerals. It was interested in the source of the resonance. It was interested in me. ​“Caspian, get the sleds back!” I commanded. “It’s hunting the light!” ​“Winnie, get back to the airlock!” Thorne roared. ​But I couldn’t move. The leviathan’s presence was a vacuum, pulling my resonance toward it. It was a creature designed to consume the excess energy of the trench, a living siphon that had been starving for centuries.

The screen shifted, displaying a chemical formula I didn't recognize, followed by a set of coordinates located in the most dangerous, radiation-soaked sector of the Old City. I felt a surge of hope, but it was short-lived. A new line of text appeared on the screen, pulsing in a deep, bloody red.