Mal Rotten To The Core Novels & Stories

"The melting permafrost is cracking the seals. The spheres are beginning to leak their data into the mountain’s nervous system. If we don't stabilize the core, these templates will try to overwrite the people in the Eastern Region. They will look for bodies to inhabit." ​The thumping sound grew louder as we reached a massive, circular chamber at the end of the tunnel. In the center of the room stood the Cooling Core, a towering pillar of white light encased in a lattice of frosted metal. It looked like a giant spine, with thousands of fiber-optic nerves branching out into the floor and ceiling. But the light was flickering. A thick, black sludge was oozing from the base of the pillar, the sa

“The Core’s power will rewrite every living demon’s code within the Nest. There will be no hunger. No love. No weakness. Only perfect predators will remain.” The Sanctum doors opened. Inside, the Core—resting in its massive crystalline chalice—began to pulse with oily black light. Vako had corrupted the source itself. “Sadira, don’t!” Jake shouted—but it was already too late. Sadira moved as if drawn by a magnet. The light around her body shifted from blue to deep violet. “It’s calling…” she whispered. “The Core is calling me home.” That was when Nathan burst into the chamber.

She yanked. Averie let out a shriek that shattered the remaining glass vats in the room. The violet core came free in a spray of black ichor. The creature’s body instantly began to deflate, the grotesque muscles shrinking back into the frail, wrinkled skin of the woman Madison remembered from the Slums. "Tell me," Madison demanded, looming over the dying woman. "Who gave you the core? Who paid for the graft?"

There was certainly something wrong with the family. He continued down the hallway and then turned a corner, entering straight into a huge living room. At this point, he wasn’t surprised to find the living room as empty as the rest of the house. He heard footsteps and rushed towards the wall, leaning still against it. He watched as Raul walked out, wearing a black robe as he drank from a cup while reading a book. Tyron studied him closely. Just what was so special about this guy? There was definitely something odd about him. Was his perception actually correct? Had he actually found the abomination?