Light Bastion Novels & Stories

A crown of soft holographic rays circled his head. “Are you ready?” a voice said in his earpiece. Tunde swallowed. “No.” “Good,” came the reply. “Only the ready ones sound dead.” The lights dimmed. The crowd hushed. And he began to sing. --- Citadel Border, Scan Zone The hauler slowed. Abigail tensed, peering through the vent. Checkpoint. Guards in black Citadel armor circled the hauler. One held a glowing scanner that swept the sides of the vehicle.

It's just he's scared. Don't be, baby. I won't leave anymore. I will make everyone pay, all the people who caused you great pain like I did to the woman who tried to hurt your Mommy. Drea that fvcking bitch. I am kind, but I know how to be ruthless when my love ones got hurt. Nothing can stop me. "Miguel," I coldly uttered on the line. "Pull out my shares in all of Lhea's businesses. Whether it's big or small. Also, buy some shares in her mother's company. Ensure that I will have the majority of the shares," I instructed.

The high-rise fortress stood tall against the bruised, pitch-black sky, its upper penthouse windows dark, its reinforced concrete walls built to withstand the end of the world. Betony swung the G-Wagon off the main road, tearing down the private drive toward the heavy, military-grade electronic blast gates that protected the base of the tower. "We're here," Betony breathed, her chest heaving as she brought the car to a stop in front of the massive steel barriers. Zaid reached for the encrypted military remote on the dashboard, pressing the override code to raise the blast doors. Nothing happened. Zaid’s jaw tightened. He slammed the button again. Then again.

The Bastion's heart is carried deeper, its fragments pulsing faintly. Ravel grips my arm. "You feel that?" The static hums. *Yes.* --- **The Architects** They're not what I expected. The Architects are humanoid, their bodies encased in sleek exoskeletons that shimmer like liquid mercury. Their faces are hidden behind featureless masks, but their movements are deliberate, almost ritualistic. They gather around the Bastion's heart, their voices a chorus of clicks and whirs. **"Specimen corrupted. Analysis required."**

The golden light from the source swirled around us like a living shield, warm and steady, while the red glow of the Circle of Ash blazed at the end of the street, advancing like a storm. Elias scrambled to his feet, gripping his device tight, his fingers flying over the screen even as his legs trembled. “They’ve breached the outer gates. They’re using frequency dampeners and energy shields... nothing we built in the old defense system can stop them for long. Lucien’s power is feeding their weapons.”

Christabel took care of it and she plastered it. She left the room and now, I was on my own. Fabio had been rushed to the hospital by ambulance. I was about to follow but I got chased back by Lorenzo saying I shouldn't move an inch. I would not rest knowing Fabio was in that condition all because of me. If he wasn't defending me all of this would not have happened. Maybe I would just be resting right now. I sucked in my breath and prayed Fabio was all right. Because if he doesn't, I would get blamed for all of it.

I hope, for her sake, that that wasn't a permanent marker. Bell closes her eyes in fury as if restraining herself from committing a violent crime and landing up in jail. In all honesty, I don't blame her. The Bensten parents should be the ones behind bars for bringing Troy to this planet in the first place. They're fully responsible for the mess that he is. Why did they give him life? Max winces on behalf of Troy's impending doom. Wary, he glances over at his girlfriend. "Are you okay, Babe?" he stupidly asks her.

Location: The Abyssal Bastion — Reactor Core Control Bay The air burned with fire and steel as The Abyssal Bastion groaned violently, its emergency alarms blaring, flooding the final access corridor with red warning lights. The global launch timer blazed on the command terminal screen: 00:52:15... Barely over fifty-two hours... until world destruction. No escape. No surrender. The Last Stand Begins Damien’s dark eyes burned, focused and unyielding, his sidearm raised, jaw clenched.

It was mid-afternoon, the violet sun casting long, beautiful shadows across the canopy, when the illusion was tested for the first time. Mwajuma and Zuri were conducting a standard patrol of the Lower Bastion—the deepest, thickest ring of interlocking roots that formed the foundation of the floating city. This area was not bathed in sunlight or decorated with hanging gardens. It was functional, damp, and heavily fortified with hardened petrified wood and heavy iron gates. It was the only barrier between the Cradle and the chittering, dark nightmare of the Savage Wilds thousands of feet below. As they walked past a massive, reinforced door set directly into the trunk of the central Mother-Tre

"Let's run before Sylas decides to grapple her way back up here." The Overwatch Bastion The Overwatch Bastion was perched on a sheer cliff of black rock overlooking the Titan's Gate. It was a brutalist structure of iron and ferrocrete, bristling with communication antennae and thick bundles of Aether-cables that fed power to the massive coastal artillery guns below. They reached the heavy blast doors of the control room. "Locked," Vane grunted, examining the heavy keypad. "And it's not a standard mag-lock. It’s a mechanical deadbolt reinforced with Aether-seals. You can't just melt it, Princess, or it fuses shut permanently."